I’m so glad you’re here.
I’m a super nerdy lover of words, and I’ve spent a lifetime recording the raw and intricate details of my life inked in a multitude of journals and scribbled through notebooks.
I write for those of us searching for meaning, hoping for something more, and desperately and quietly wondering if everyone is as broken as we are. I mostly write for me, but I hope you’ll find yourself here, whispering a quiet, ‘me too’, as you see yourself reflected in my words, and know that you are seen, and loved.
We may each be brittle or broken, but there’s treasure in us all, and hope for us always.
I’m a moment-seeker: that first sip of coffee in the morning, the light through the autumn leaves, the illumination of a scripture I’ve read a thousand times yet this time is different, or the rising bread on the kitchen table — I’ll find those moments and capture them with my camera or my memory or my words, and they’ll make me smile.
You’ll find me these days working a day job as a librarian, and watching my kids grow taller than me.
I believe wholeheartedly in the beauty of tight hugs, freshly ground coffee and early mornings.
Recently written
Cafe Series 1: It smells like Eucalyptus
Cafe series: I’m writing from a different cafe each week, as a form of discipline, and self-care, and time management (when I’m here, in a cafe, I can’t distract myself with the books on my bedside or the dirty laundry basket. I’m just here, with a laptop and my words.). Cafe: Bespoke by Barista HQ,… Continue reading Cafe Series 1: It smells like Eucalyptus
embracing slow, again
Once upon a time, my friend and I wrote a blog series in the lead up to Lent, a significant time period in the Christian calendar from Ash Wednesday up until Easter. We wanted to slow down, to stop with the hustle, to sink our hands into work that felt wholesome and quiet, and unhurried… Continue reading embracing slow, again
The one where I pack up my house.
Packing boxes are strewn haphazardly throughout our house. Last week we signed our first ever official tenancy agreement. We have an official moving date. We’re on the move. Signing that piece of paper signified signing off the end of an era—the end of our lives being lived in our beloved beachside suburb, the end of… Continue reading The one where I pack up my house.
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