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Little Shell
I want to acknowledge that those who belong in the Little Shell nation call themselves Annishinabe or TodayA Little Shell manTold meHe listens to the landThe animalsThe skyThe windThe watersTo speak to himAn eagle flies byAnd he listensWhat story is she tellingWhat message is she sending himThisAwakens a part of meThat felt asleepSuddenlyMy world is Continue reading
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Montana Taught me
Montana taught me not just to admire the birds and their songs but know them each by their names and colors A duck no longer just a duck but the miraculous Mergansers and Mallards a bird not just a bird but Flickers and Waxwings Montana taught me awe to watch the small acts of nature Continue reading
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In the End
In the ending I wonder to myself did it matter? Did I matter? And a small part or me says, Remember when you sat beside the lonely you held a space to listen Remember the high fives the hugs you gave the books you read Remember how many times you heard their stories and questions Continue reading
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Nuance
Sometimes I just want someone to hold me This is made more difficult by the fact that I can’t remember the last time I hugged a guy other than family and I feel shamed for wanting a man while feeling shamed for being alone There’s part of me that longs for someone to live this Continue reading
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Knowing you
Looking back now I wonder if I truly saw you for ALL you were the good and the bad Because instead everything you were effected me Each word and action lensed selfishly There was no you Just me and all my needs all my insecurities To know you at all I had to let go Continue reading
About Me
An obsessive journaler who loves meeting others along their journey and giving them a hand to hold through pieces of writing. I write about the heartbreaks of life and the joys, the ups and downs, and I often learn my greatest lessons and miracles from nature.
Joyful Ruins 