March Nectar List
I’m not going to lie to you. Something about March was funky. It wasn’t easy or natural to relish the small things, but here are some itty-bitties that I loved.
Better Days are Here
I wore a friend’s sweater all day yesterday. It’s black, a hoodie. It smells faintly of chainsaw grease (chainsaw oil? gas?) and him. It’s worn, no holes but the lettering has started flaking a bit. It says “BETTER DAYS ARE COMING”–song lyrics–in blue print that resembles 90s clip art, all wavy with a slight dark
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A Life I Don’t Want to Distract Myself From
In nearly every spare moment, my hands instinctively reach for my phone, patting and tapping pockets and surfaces until it’s found. Without thought or consciousness, my thumb taps whichever social media icon is closest to my home screen. I’ll close that tab out of boredom. Maybe it’s once my brain comes to, momentarily aware of
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Just One Lil Cutie Pie
Ya know, God was right in saying, “It is not good that man should be alone.” (Genesis 2:18). Now before you get on my case that the verse is in reference to Eve and not to what I’m about to get into, let me stop you. This is no sermon. This isn’t Sunday School. This
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“Living Off the Fat of the Land”
As you’ve likely gathered by now, I have been in the process of getting sizzled to a crisp like a phoenix. It’s uncomfortable, I’d say, at a minimum. For so long, I was unhappy, disassociated, and all-around miserable. My anxiety, depression, physical ailments, and chronic misery grew to be unsustainable. They cried out, “Hear me.
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February Nectar List
February is my birth month, and it did not disappoint. Filled with little moments and miracles, these days have been a blessing to me. May I take pause and relish even more in March.
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My Favorite Place
The back yard is my favorite place on Earth. It is my gift from the divine and from myself. Digging the dirt and turning the compost and pulling weeds in the cold and the hot. And the rain pouring and the sun shining. Eating and enjoying all the snacks that I worked so hard to
First Grade
My first grade year was a hard one. My parents’ divorce and the move from our home to a small duplex in the town over caused a lot of change and upset. Mrs. D made that year gentler and she was sweet sweet sweet. I remember her taking me on her lap when I was
Food Intolerances
I’ve been accommodating 11+ food allergies/intolerances for the past 2 years. Adjusting to this lifestyle has been a journey filled with anxiety attacks, deep grief, confusion, frustration, and a lot of really insensitive comments. I’ve spent hours cooking meals only to find that they’d still make me sick. I’ve cried so many tears while eating
On Sundays
For a long time, Sundays were very hard–filled with anxiety of the upcoming week. Stress dreams and nightmares about what could go wrong, what was already going wrong playing out in my sleep, or maybe a long night of restlessness. While this moment in time is not yet anxiety-free (I am barely employed, after all),