Mystery is the mother-seed of curiosity, creativity, imagination, hope, growth, progress and endless expressions of beauty.

There are only two classes of Mormon women, devils and fools. - Sarah Marinda Bates Pratt

Cause you know what I’ve finally figured out? This boy and this relationship are more meaningful to me as just the desires of my heart than they are as the achievements of my right-ness. 

Inside unrequired, unearned, unbound Love, I found my-SELF.

You know that incredible moment when the sun light is more horizontal than vertical and as you close your heavy lids, the light reflects off your lashes and they scatter tiny circles of sunshine? Lush lash.

I haven't been here before, so the old ways feel new on me.  

I am seen… by the water and sunlight for sure.

Oh, there's a lot to say.
A lot to remember, a lot to forget.

There are a lot of kids in my life these days. A lot. I dream of having a job where I'm surrounded by grown-ups.

They are doing things differently than me and sometimes I reel in jealousy. BUT! I have everything I wish and we don’t all wish the same wishes.

Right now, I think maybe I have 6 parts love, 2 parts jealousy, 2 parts pride, and maybe 1 part something I can't even describe, and I realize that this would be 11 parts something - and that is certainly contributing to the challenge.  

Who I am and what I love is terribly evident in my children; for good or bad, usually both at the same time. There they were; singing their guts out.  My children are the prize.

I'm pretty sure it wasn't the loss of Bolt that drew out my tears, but my kids' heartache tears are directly linked to mine.  

Opera is the validation of all the intensity we experienced in the boiling pot of love before it was diluted by practicality, responsibility, and a house in the burbs. Love might look more mature all dressed up, but it’s just as world-shattering at 13 as it is at 33.