Archive for August, 2015


Creepy-crawly


I hate days like this… I feel twitchy after spending the last 2 days pulling weeds in my gardens and having bugs crawl all over me… I still feel like I’m going to have a panic attack.  I know I should be used to this by now and I know bugs are no big deal, really, but I still cannot help the way I react.  I try so hard to play it cool and to stay calm.  I have these huge spiders in my flower beds and when you startle them they run toward you – not away from you.  It freaks me out.  Not to mention the beetles, ants and roaches that live in the taller weeds and thick grasses that I have to deal with.  I hate this feeling… everything that touches me makes me flinch.  I’m so jumpy.  I think I will just sit calmly the rest of the day and sip tea and watch Netflix.

Taken summer 2013 in my front yard on my Passion Flower Vine

Taken summer 2013 in my front yard on my Passion Flower Vine

Diamond Strands

For my Husband.


I watch you sleeping so peacefully next to me and feel frustrated that I lack the proper eloquence to convey my love for you.  From your sun-warmed skin to your deep brown eyes, to your strong hands and sculpted frame you are beauty to me… the standard by which I judge all other men I see.  Your beauty flows over you and through you…from the very heart of you.  Your kindness, patience, strength, humility, humor, intelligence and love overwhelm me.  I am deeply grateful for you and could not imagine going through everything I am going through without your strength and love to lean on.  Thank you with all of my heart.  I love you.

St. Marks Lighthouse


I’m sure there’s some perfectly scientific, purely logical explanation for why the heat + the humidity makes life in south Georgia nearly unbearable.  It’s so strange…while hiking in Texas last month the temperature was much higher but it felt much better.  Here, 85 degrees feels like an oven, there 110 degrees felt like a breeze.

002 I confess I do not understand the physics of it – but I’m kinda okay with that – it makes it feel like magic to me.


I’m staying up late tonight watching the show Dr. Who… It’s Season 6 Episode 9 ‘Night Terrors‘ and oh how I wish The Doctor was real… I can’t count the number of times I have been terrified and wished with all my heart for someone to come save me…  Some nights I still feel this way.  I wake up with dried tears on my cheeks, my heart racing scarcely able to breathe…  I used to think night terrors were a thing of my past that they were something I’d grow out of but no, I realize they are just a part of my life.

I don’t want to become accustomed to this pain – this hole in my heart, shattered, twisting, angry pain that is as much a part of my as my brown eyes and scarred skin.