Secret Language

enlight66I wish I could explain to you

how this feels

breathe in

another day

stupid people

mechanized movements

soundtrack spinning

breathe out

breathe in

dreams beating behind closed lids

pulsing technicolor wings scraping

feather soft and insistent

(never ending)

remind me


breathe out

Mawwiage (A More Realistic Portrayal)


Eight years ago, we stood together on a beautiful first day of Spring with our children by our sides, surrounded by our closest friends and family, and made vows to love, honor and cherish each other ’til death do us part. I felt so lucky and so honored to be able to call myself your wife on that day. It was beautiful and fulfilling and so full of hope, love, and naiveté. We felt unbreakable.

In the eight years since then, we have had moments of heart-wrenching beauty, created amazing memories as a couple and as a family, lived many wonderful days full of fun and laughter, and many less-than-wonderful days that have been mundane, repetitive and boring.

We have handled raising kids as a blended family, moving three times, me going back to school, and you starting your own business. We have faced financial hardship, medical issues, petty arguments over stupid things, moments of deep despair and heartache, and certainty from both our perspectives that we were completely wrong for each other and had made a huge mistake. We have fought viciously, cried from the depths of our souls, and said horrible things that of course we didn’t mean (and some that we did). We have behaved with beautiful selflessness and awful selfishness. In spite of our best efforts not to, somehow we have always managed to find each other again.

We have built a life together. A messy, imperfect life, but a beautiful life. A real life.

It hasn’t always been hearts and roses and romance, but every moment of the last eight years has been vital to our growth as a couple, as a family, and as individual human beings. We wouldn’t be who we are today without all of the challenges, setbacks, amazing moments, and mundane, repetitive days.

As we continue to learn and grow together (and love and fight and scream and love and grow distant and reunite over and over and over because dammit WE DON’T QUIT), I am reminded of why we chose the first day of Spring as our wedding day. Every year on our anniversary we are reminded by Mother Nature of the perpetual rebirth and renewal that is a constant in life, and we take that lesson into our own lives, both individually and together as a couple. We hit reset, take a deep breath, and keep moving forward.

Over the last eight years, our naiveté has been knocked out by a hard, unforgiving dose of reality. Instead of foolishly expecting to effortlessly always have romance and good times, we’ve gained the wisdom of knowing that each day we get to make the choice to love and be loved. Each day we get to make the choice to be there for each other, to do the best we can, and to make that day the best day possible. We get to make the choice to create our happiness together.

Over the last eight years, you have helped me to realize the power that resides inside my own mind,  pushed me to be the best version of myself, challenged me to try harder, held me when I felt lost, believed in my dreams and talents, and you have always refused to give up on us. You have been the glue that has held us together all these years. Without your tenacity and drive, we would have been lost. I am so grateful for your determination and perseverance. I am grateful for you.

Eight years later, I still feel lucky and honored to call myself your wife, and I look forward to what our future holds. I feel stronger with you by my side, and I know that together we are unstoppable.

#teampenguinforevaeva #eightyears


13 years 8 months 5 days


Thirteen years, eight months and 5 days ago I met a man at a bar.


At first I didn’t recognize you as mine.  At first I thought you were just another man in a bar, easily dismissed and forgotten.  At first I continued laughing with my friends, going about my business, not giving you a second thought.

You approached me, gave me your phone number.  Instead of throwing it away, as I usually would have done, I called you.

In getting to know you, I felt understood.  I felt the pull of something I didn’t understand.  I felt hopeful and romantic in a silly way.  I felt certain and unshakable in my vision of our future.  I acted nonchalantly, as if I didn’t really care.

I recognized you as mine.

When I found out you had a child, I almost walked away.    When you introduced me to him, I was terrified.  The first time he told me he loved me, I cried.


There have been moments – hours, days, weeks, months, years – of joy.  There have been more times than not where we have been convinced that we’d gotten it right.  We had this relationship thing figured out – down pat.  All other couples should take lessons from us!  We were just plain happy.

There have also been moments – very long moments (weeks, months) – of misery.  We have mistreated each other, abused each other, taken each other for granted, and been just plain mean.  There have been times when we were both convinced that it was over, that we could never recover from whatever had happened between us.

But something unbreakable connects us, it seems.  Something stronger than love, more intense than shared parenthood, more important than promises.   Something that won’t allow us to end.  Souls touching.

Through everything that we have endured and celebrated, every time we cursed each other’s name or shared a lifetime with a single glance, every kiss and touch and words spoken in anger or whispered in love, you have helped me to be the person I want to be.  You have helped me to be a better mother, daughter, sister, friend and woman.

You have amazed me with your talents, with your quick wit and patience with your children.  You have shown me your strength and determination in the face of adversity and your absolute devotion to what is important to you.  Your creativity and simple enjoyment of everyday life has always been astonishing to me.  You have taught me how to open up and laugh more easily, and how to not be afraid.

Through it all, I have loved you.  Through it all, I have believed in you.

I believe in us.

Happy Anniversary Ryan.  I love you.

“I’ll be reaching for the stars with you, honey.

Who cares if no one else believes”  –Blue October

Photo by Richard Welter

Fireflies in a Jar


If I could

I would bring you inside my skin

so you could feel

the sighs and shivers of

that sinuous snake that has

taken up residence

in my belly

so you would know

the tightening and sweetness

the thought of you brings

and the heat of awareness that slides

gently over my limbs

so you could

hold in your hands the uncertainty

and uneasiness

that permeate my days

so you could

set them free

like so many fireflies loosed from a jar

and together we could

watch their blinking lights become

swallowed by the sun

as it rises over the railing of

the verandah where we sit

I with my coffee

You with your tea

while a curly-haired little girl

blows raspberries at our feet.

Rainy Day Stream-of-Consciousness



Commence weird rainy day stream-of-consciousness rambling.

I have some favorite words and phrases right now.






Get up Trinity.



Color and light.

If you do what you’ve always done, you’ll get what you’ve always gotten. ~ Tony Robbins


Let go.


Sitting on the couch watching a ridiculous TV show with a candle burning on the coffee table and ginger turmeric tea in my mug while the rain falls outside and my sick child sleeps in her room. Her coughing concerns me, but I know it’s not forever and at least her temperature is down and she’s not crying anymore.

Life feels surreal right at this moment.

It’s still just me under this makeup. So sorry to disappoint.

No, not really.

I am learning how to recognize what it means to have enough.

I am making fear my bitch.

This Intentional Life

IMG_7745Along with learning the art of photography and editing, I also spend time seeking out ways to live a more simple, intentional life. I make an effort each day to spend some time meditating and to set an intention. This helps me to focus, increases mindful choices rather than mindless reactivity, and improves every aspect of my life. I spend about 15 minutes a day doing this, and the benefits are immeasurable.

My intention today is to mindfully do one thing at a time, and to not move on until that one thing is done. In this world of fractured attention and endless distractions, this can be very challenging to accomplish. Right before writing this I was reading an article, and the idea for this intention came to me right in the middle of it. It was HARD to finish reading the article. It amazed me how challenging it was to simply finish what I was doing without allowing myself to become distracted!

My habit has been to “multitask” (even though I know how ineffective and inefficient that actually is), so usually I would have jumped over to my notes and jotted down the thought out of fear that otherwise I would forget it. This time, I actively made the decision to finish what I was doing before moving onto the next thing. I did not forget what I was going to do.

It is worth our effort to slow down, to do one thing at a time. It is worth our time to simplify. It is worth our time to savor what we are doing, do it with our full attention, and complete one thing before moving onto another. If we forget a few thoughts or ideas in the process, maybe the ones we end up keeping will blossom more fully and vibrantly for the attention that we give them. Maybe we need to forget some things, maybe we would benefit from letting go of the drive to capture every passing thought or idea. Maybe we’d find ourselves experiencing life more fully, and with more enjoyment.

In my humble opinion, we do not need to multitask. We do not need to constantly be busy. We do not need to constantly be productive. In my humble opinion, it would be of more benefit to instead – simplify.


Daily Prompt: Simplify


image_539715391078557via Daily Prompt: Bewildered

I feel like an hourglass

Knocked off of a desk

By a careless elbow

The sand running to the bottom

The glass about to shatter

Bewildered about how I came to be here

Falling through the air

My impending fate

Certain doom