Life is too often inside my head. A train passes by, the sun sets over Mount Hood, a passing cyclist smiles at me as I walk along the river and I am here and yet far away.
Connections and insights flicker to life, though I struggle with distraction; the cacophony of voices too demanding and actions too harsh. The strength of an old friend’s honest words, holding onto joy, and the healing that comes from simply being loved could be enough though.
I want to look one day and see with the clarity evident in those I admire many ways in which our words can be crafted and our phrases become art.
Of Consequence, a retrospective collection of poetry, is a collection of previously published poetry on this website and additional writings described as “explor[ing] the struggle between hope and disillusionment, using a blend of fantastical imagery and stark realism.”
Let’s talk philosophy, psychology and the “why” of all this being if we meet. Let’s not give a damn and be silly. I’m obsessing about the latest urban fantasy book, but my day isn’t right unless we’ve sat together with our coffee or tea and good conversation. Walk in the woods, binge on escapism television, be genuine with each other… there is nothing more important to me than the word genuine. Genuine is my favorite word. So, when I think of what someone is ‘about,’ I think of how they are with a good, trusted friend or when not being watched. That more authentic self.
I live in Gig Harbor, WA with my husband and best friend, Daniel and our most sensitive and puppy-like dog, Apache. We have been in this remote area for under a year after our adventures in Portland, OR. I was never more excited by a city than Portland inspired by people met and places almost other-worldly throughout Oregon like Mount St. Helens and Devils Churn. This is where “Of Consequence” was put together. It was not current writing, but a letting go of previous versions of myself.
My husband, Dani, is my best friend; he is the person I love to laugh and have adventures with. He is my solace and my rock and sometimes, because it has mostly been just the two of us for so long, we must take turns holding the other up. The best days find us walking in the mountains, exploring new sites together and taking too many photographs, sitting with feet buried in the sand by the ocean, shooting our bow and arrow, and shamelessly enjoying the escapism of a good book or story.
I’ve observed that the content of what I write has some common threads both inspired and hindered at times by my love of the natural world, thoughts in existentialism, and beliefs from Zen Buddhism. I write about what I think. I write about what I don’t understand. I write about what I want to say exactly in this moment. I hope for this imperfect language to connect with another human being, wherever they are in this moment. Thank you for coming by.
Dealing with Chronic Illness
I have a genetic condition called Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. It can be painful and frustrating and sometimes illuminating, so it nudges its way into my thoughts on occasion. Writing has always provided a way out, though I did not have a name for the illness until 2013.
Follow my journey with EDS at Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome Contemplations. The aim is to explore the process of acceptance through unedited reflection and introspection. Another goal for this site as it unfolds is to provide support to others living with chronic illness. Visit www.ednf.org and www.chronicpainpartners.com for a wealth of information on the subject.