lindsey adventure

September. Or in other words, finding home.

It’s hard to believe that another month has passed. And not just any month, but September. The month that means back to school for all the kiddos and the

Holding It All

It’s all being held. The puddle with no definition of edges and shape is being contained within the binding together of people. If we are ashes, if we are

Do-Overs

Saturday I took a bath, shaved my legs and armpits, and then showered to make sure I was extra clean. For anyone that knows me (and not even well), you

Movie Magic

Do you ever feel like life is a movie? I do. But it's usually only when I am watching people around me, observing it as a bystander, an audience member,

Vulnerabilities for my Future Self

Dear Future Self... ...I hate that as a first line. Let me try again. Dear Lindsey, Better. It doesn't signify that I'm directing this toward Lindsey in a few years,

BEST HOLE and Other Observations from the Coast

The beach has been crowded the past few days. When I say "crowded", I don't mean Southern California beaches crowded. I mean "there are more than 2 people walking around"

The Rising

There was a full moon last night. I watched it slowly rise above the distant hills and thick tree line while I wandered around the streets by my home. It

The Goodness of an Onion

3.9 miles for one yellow onion. 7.8 miles if you count the trip home. Yesterday I was adamant about making dinner. (This was immediately after an unexpected morning

In It

It's been 15 weeks and 1 day since I've last sat down to blog. If I'm honest with myself, it's because I'm afraid. Writing for me is where I realize

Party Popper Perspective

I can't really make sense of anything in this moment. I'm sitting in a backyard Airbnb living room shelter in the quiet, the home owner's boxer pup at my side,

The Unplanned Life

It's funny that I love days that signify something different or a shift, like New Year's or the first day of school, (or the first day of summer), or a Monday, or my birthday, because I'm pretty terrible at actually taking advantage of the

The Weighting Game

As a 33 almost 34 year old, it is pretty embarrassing to admit this: I've been cranky lately. It's not in the way of an occasional bad attitude that as a mature (this is, of course, a generous statement of myself), well-adjusted adult I

When Enough is Enough

Today is the first day of work for the 2018-2019 school year. For the first time in 4 years, I'm not there. Just like it has been the last 4 years, TJ and I have been up in Canada with family leading up to

A Manifesto to the Sun

It's hot in Seattle. I don't dare complain because all I wanted was for the bright, beatiful sun to shine her face upon me and warm my bones after another long Pacific Northwest winter. Well, a'shining she is and melting we are...gladly, of

Catch + Release

On Monday, I swallowed a bug. It was a big bug and it was completely unexpected. My mouth was wide open, huffing and puffing as I ran (read: fast walked) up a huge incline (read: practically flat). I took a huge inhale and choked,

Begin Again

I've been waiting to write this, but it's been almost obnoxiously on my mind since January. There is never really a good reason why I don't just sit down and get my thoughts out. It could be the possibility that when the blank space

'Tis the Season

2017 is rushing to a close, and seriously, in so many ways, thank God. What a year. You know what is crazy? It isn't just the political climate, or our social and US cultural climate that has made this year crazy, but so many

33 and the Aioli Ugly Cry

At the beginning of the summer, I cried over aioli. Well, technically I cried over not having any aioli. When I say "cried" I don't mean quiet, gentle tears graciously rolling down my cheeks. When I say "cried" I mean

One Step at a Time

Can you feel it? Breath in your lungs. Life in your bones. You are here. Present. Living. Breathing. Being. Do you see it? If you are able, look into the eyes of those around you. These, the window to the soul, have something to

Hopeful Disruption

The stars were suspended in the sky, the tiniest twinkling lights hanging down so close to the earth, yet still just out of reach. I didn't know I needed it: the damp, crisp air kissing my face, the not-so-distant crashing waves, the spectacular umbrella

In Life and In Death

Today marks my dad's 59th birthday. There is a lot of life that has been in lived in those years and he has the stories and the smile lines and the scars and the gray hair (white hair?) to prove it. If you wonder

The Privilege of Silence

... I learned a hard lesson last fall. My silence has caused pain. My complacency has bred injustice. My privilege has blinded my eyes and heart in ways I could have never realized if I had not chosen to pay attention, to listen, to look,

Grounding

The on-call phone rang at 2:30am and I jerked awake, my heart racing and adrenaline pumping. Per usual, I had no idea what is on the other end. Anything from a stubbed toe to suicidal ideation. As one of the first few times

A Tribute to the Women

Women hold up half the sky. --Mao Zedong For a long time I have considered the impact of the people in my life and how their influence has shaped me in ways that I could have never inspired within myself. Now I am an

Taking in the Lilacs

(Disclaimer: I am my mother's daughter, and if I didn't know flowers enough to be aware that these are tulips, not lilacs, there is a small chance I may be disowned from the Queen of Gardening, herself. The title may seem misleading, but it