What makes you feel alive?

What makes me feel alive:

I asked for a guitar last Christmas so I could learn and I try to practice at least 3 times a week.

I started reading books last year and I’ve clocked over 100 hours on my (ahem…Jared’s) Kobo. I thought I hated reading.

I love to take pictures with feeling.

I love to create art that moves me.

I learned how to snowboard when I was 18 and it helps me not hate winter.

I learned to longboard when Jared and I got married. It scares me a bit but I love it all the same.

I love to find new music and make the perfect playlists in Spotify.

I write music and although I don’t even know if I would go to my own concert (unless it was free maybe?), it makes me feel badass and happy.

I play video games because they are the quintessential combination of art, music, and experience.

If my daughter asks me to jump in the lake for a swim, my unwritten rule is that I will because I don’t want to be the boring parent and let Jared be the only fun parent. I’m going to be fun, dammit.

I turn on music almost every day and dance like a freak with my babies. I hope when they grow up they know that they can be weird and fun around me, they don’t have to wait until I leave the room.

I get travel anxiety pretty bad, but I try to travel.

I guess this blog kind of means that I like to write.

I want to live, experience, and be.

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What makes you feel alive?

Mind Sailing

I keep thinking about what the future will be like

But more than that,

What I want it to be like.

I don’t know if I believe in manifesting,

but I believe in choices.

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Life is not always choosing between certain paths because every once in a while you arrive at a seashore.

From there you can take a boat where there are no bounds.

You just trust that deep down in your soul you are connected to the water that keeps you floating.

The great Mother that rocks you to and fro

will bring you to a place

no one has been

and you will feel you have arrived

home.

Mushroom Walk

Fly Agaric
Banded Mottlegill
Laughing Gym
Redlead Roundhead
Pine Bolete

I’m no mycologist but I love when M and I get out in October for a mushroom walk. Having grown up in a barren prairie I’m always giddy when I come across adorable fungi, acorns, or thick carpets of moss. I’ll save the moss for another blog entry, but oh my, I love living on the coast.