this week

I put notes on strangers cars with the most beautiful things I could think of on them.

I am making a wish tree in downtown boise. (keep an eye out for elaboration)

I laughed until I cried.

I remembered that no matter how wonderful my adopted families are, blood is a beautiful tie.

I stayed up too late.

I planned eight thousand things I wanted to do in a four day period.

I did them all.

I got a concussion.

I challenged myself.

I made my life an art project.

I ate whatever I wanted.

I accepted every drop of love that game my way, and sucked it up more joyously than the exuberant, exhausted August ground.


My tummy is full. My heart is full. My life is full.

And getting fuller.