4.28.2017

Changes

Life has felt immensely full of change lately. I completed my last certifying birth and have been organizing and preparing my certification packet. I was hired for another birth as well, booking me up through mid-August! I've been busy busy busy, and we're preparing for more travel next month and the end of the school year. My Babs got engaged too!


The biggest change though has been that the past few weeks, as I headed to my home yoga studio to take class, it was not from my favorite yoga teacher (and one of my best friends). After probably almost a year of going to the same classes with the same teacher 2x a week, every week, this is quite the change indeed.


The one constant in this world is change. There were times in my life when change was much desired, but felt so far out of reach. I was my previous profession for 11 years, and in our old house for 10 years. I felt like change was very far away, I felt a little trapped. If only I knew what was on the horizon! Now, 3/4 of a country from that life, it feels like change is an ever present companion! It is amazing and challenging and life-giving! There are days that change still feels scary and surprising and maybe a little unwelcome. But most of the time now, I've come to the point where I can let things flow and know that life is going to play out in amazing ways that I can't even begin to foresee! I have a lot of trust in the universe, and it has taken me and is going to take me to some amazing places this year. During all the change of the past few years, my best friends have been a loving and stable constant that keep me secure and grounded. @xohiyatootsie (#forlife ) and @maram_yogini (pictured here keeping me physically grounded!) provide a beautiful bedrock to my existence!! With these beauties by my side (physically or emotionally), I cannot wait to see what changes come next!! 😍😘💙🙌🏻 . . . . . . . . #soulsister #sisterfromanothermister #bff #change #changeisgood #trusttheuniverse #yoga #yogini #yogagram #yogawithfriends #partneryoga #yogaeverydamnday #forearmstand #backbend #openheart #tattooedyogi #tattooedgirls #pinchamayurasana #standingbackbend #bluehair #bluehairdontcare #bendy #strongwomen #latergram #bestfriendgoals #longhair
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Her reasons for leaving are amazing and positive (though the way the leaving went down for her was way less then positive)! They are the best possible changes (a super exciting move/travel). I'm so excited for all the big amazing plans that Marissa has coming up. But I'm also sad!


Almost since we first met, this girl has been my anchor here in my new state. She has been a constant, loving presence. She's been a friend, and has pushed me to grow in my yoga practice, and personally. Thinking about her not being here in Colorado anymore, well that's just crazy to me. We will keep being soul sisters, mail and skype and calls work, but I'll miss her hugs and smiles and her jazz hands.

The only constant in life is change, right?

This change will work out, like all the others have, but I won't pretend that it doesn't make me a little sad.

4.26.2017

Semi-Wordless Wednesday {All the Things}

Look at her gorgeous hair! I can't get over it!

My babies!

Homemade Welsh Rarebit! A treat for St. David's Day.

Tea-time with a girlfriend.

Walking a friend's dogs. Gwen loved walking a dog that didn't walk her back!

A little group posing!

4.24.2017

An Ode to Daisy


The 23rd of March was International Puppy Day, and while I'm not getting this out anywhere near that day, I did want to take the time to type a little ode to Daisy. 

What a sweet pup we have, and I'm not sure exactly what we did to deserve her, but I'm so grateful! She's an alarm clock, waking Trav up right around the same time every morning. She's an ever willing walk companion (she's loving these spring days as much as any of us!). She's a snuggler and my gentle beast. She's a sucker for ear rubs, butt scratches, and ice cubes as treats.


Every night she sweetly and willingly (though maybe not excitedly) follows Gwen into the bathroom to keep her company while she gets herself ready for bed. When either Trav or I are out, Daisy very excitedly fills that extra spot in bed.

I remember bringing her home 8 years ago, taking a week off of work to help her acclimate and train the basics. I would be in tears some nights because she needed so much. Now, I can't imagine my days without her. She's my furry shadow, my loving companion.

Happy Belated Puppy Day, Daisy!

4.21.2017

The Imagined Life: About a Breadbox

The breadbox was maybe a little impractical, seeing how much space it took up in such a small kitchen area, but it was lovely and made me happy to have around. I would be tempted to open it every morning when the sunlight hit it just so, even if I wouldn't eat anything from it before afternoon tea, even if I knew that I hadn't baked anything for a week or more and it would be empty upon inspection. 

This was not a breadbox for normal sandwich bread. No store bought thin slices resided in its cool, dark interior. This was a place to store my own creations. A heady dense chocolate loaf, interspersed with lavender buds; a vibrant orange and almond tea cake; bright, crumbly crusted zucchini bread - those are the things that would live in this breadbox. Some special farmers markets finds made their way there: the light fluffy yeast breads that weren't my specialty, something that could be eaten with a slice of sharp cheese or a thick spread of butter.

For one week a year the sole occupant would be an Irish Soda Bread, ready to be slice and devoured, a nod to heritage only partly my own. For the week leading up to March 17th, it would be there, whether homemade or not.

Sometimes potatoes would find their way into the box, but never onions which would leave their smell lingering for weeks. No, only lovely golden potatoes ready to be wrapped in foil and buried under logs in a fire. Under the stars or next to a sunset the potatoes would roast, and yes, maybe char a little on the outside while I would drink tea and feel the air cool on my arms. When enough time had passed a stick was the perfect tool for rolling the potatoes out, then it was onto a plate - hot! hot! hot! from one hand to the next - where the foil would be ripped, the potato split, and a generous pad of butter added to the steaming soft insides. That was all that was needed and they were comforting perfection.

Potatoes were the exception, not the rule, of course... but they were a delicious golden tasting treat, and when we had them, they were found in the breadbox.

Our little kitchen and tiny fridge didn't offer room for much beyond the vegetables we bought from the farmers markets that week, eggs, some tins of tuna, some homemade soup frozen for another day. We didn't spare the room for ice cream or cookies, not boxed birthday confections (all icing and fluffiness). Our treats and special things all belonged in the category of What Could Be Stored in the Breadbox.

Yes, the breadbox was a little impractical, but it was also purposeful. The direction of a day could be changed just by asking, "What is in the breadbox today?"



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The Imagined Life is fiction, a world of my own creation, explored through small, everyday things and experiences. 


Picture Credit: Joybilee Farm