and randoms. 

I will be moving. physically, nay, but this woman’s well will be re-located to a cleaner, less reblogged and fruitful grounded area. 

come and join me as I walk into the new year sharpening my thoughts, catering closer to my steps I make and intentionally share what needs to be and withhold what should be. 

stay tuned. 

The ground where she is from keeps her from flying. And her home city’s air exudes a familiarity that is too intense, it starts becoming foreign to her ever abounding spirit. She dreams of a different view from her bed as she peers through her windows aimlessly yet intentionally. “There must be a greater ocean out there,” she thinks to herself as she cups her hand around her ear, hoping to hear enticing waves that will summon her from off her dreary todays and into crystal clear and blue tomorrows. 

Being schlepped back home is never taken lightly. And skimming moments of bliss is the heaviest weight of her world. So she rations the good parts of herself in places during her travels up and down the coast, hoping to one day return.

To be missed, sought after, recognized and finally invited to dwell, indefinitely.