Melodies In Our Voices


The time after the holidays is always strange, as there was just so much chaos and commotion, and then there is stillness. Of course, many people are now bustling, because once the new year arrives there is a push to do better, to do more, to be your best. But I haven’t felt that bestowed upon me this year.

We have had record cold temperatures this past week, and the chill has still not left my bones, even when I am as I am right now, which is curled up in my bed with many blankets as I watch the blizzard outside my window. The lack of sun has taken a toll on me, and I find my inspiration completely lacking. Winter is usually my favorite time of year, but this bitter cold has taken not just my warmth but my usual buffer against the normal complications in life. I have a great amount of tolerance usually, but lately, I have only felt exhaustion.


I fear that the biggest problem with this is that I am unable to pull myself out of this slump, which I am falling into continuously every single day like I am slipping down a landslide. Even as much as I love the snow, I’m watching it harass the poor mail person who is bravely walking up our driveway to deliver to us as the wind batters them in the face, and I find that I’m thinking of the snow as the enemy. This is truly the first time I’ve felt like this, and I am constantly looking for a sunny spot on a couch to lay on like a lazy kitten, even if the spot will only remain warm for a little while. I try to write, but there is nothing inside of me. I have no appetite for reading either, even when I hear about a delicious plot in a book. I find that I pick up a novel and start reading, but it reads like a technical manual, and I am bored, and I place it to the side with a sigh.


I am hoping others are feeling similarly, as this is certainly a winter blues situation. I want to be able to interact with people again and really hear them, to be inspired, to create something, and I hope those things will be coming to me soon.


Shirt – TJMaxx (Men’s section)

Sweater – Primark


I found this fragment of a thought, and it reminded me of how I’ve been feeling lately, more in a dream state than anything else:

“We didn’t listen to each other’s words.
We heard only the melodies in our voices.”

–Kurt Vonnegut, from Mother Night; “Romance…”




Smith College Greenhouses {Part 1}


I went to another greenhouse, this time, the ones at Smith College in Northampton, Massachusetts. I was overwhelmed by the intense beauty of this place, it was a cluster of glass houses that were filled with life in the middle of a chilling winter day.

It truly feels like I am visiting many different areas of the world when I explore a new botanical garden, since there are endless amounts of plants from regions so far from where I live. To think that I lived so close to this place and never went before is mind boggling, and I can’t wait to keep going back again and again. My favorite kind of greenhouse is the one that isn’t very tidy. I love seeing moss covering stones on the floor and ivy crawling through the cracks in shelves. This one was full of wonders.


There was a wall of ivy that was between greenhouses, in a hallway that we walked down before removing our jackets. It’s impossible to go through this place quickly, as I want to stop and see every single plant. I want to check in with them, ask them about the many things they have seen. It’s a world all on its own, filled with lush life and interesting shapes and sizes.


I was trying to put into words what the beauty of this place means to me, but it is very hard. Walking through it was like feeling poetry, like traveling through a book of knowledge that you can only grasp at. Plants are alive, yes, but we are sometimes quick to write them off. There is a special kind of wisdom that they hold, there are things we can learn from them.

It is beauty unlike anything else.

It reminds me of a quote from Dead Poets Society: “No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world. We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. Medicine, law, business, engineering: These are noble pursuits necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love — these are what we stay alive for.” 

Walking through here was one of the precious times, a beautiful experience where time is lost on you because you yourself are lost in wonder. It is those experiences that I believe are what we stay alive for.

I’ll be back soon,



Snapshots of August 🍓


Hello Everyone,

August is leaving us now, which is so strange to believe. It feels like it just graced us with its presence, and now it must bid us goodbye. The last few weeks have been beautiful weather, so I must say that August was good to me.

It’s unusual to watch the light extinguish so early now, and nighttime greeting us when only a month ago it would have been beautiful and bright outside. But this is how summer ends, I suppose, as it always does. I’m currently listening to the rustling of leaves outside my open window, and I’m grateful for another beautiful summer. I’ve only recently been going to the park and going on bike rides, as the weather has been cooperating, but I wish I had started doing it sooner in the season. I’m noticing the chill in the air and I’m panicking to get all of our outdoor activities in before the frost arrives.



Here is my favorite quote this month:

“A thousand little winds pass through me this morning, fragrant with forest leaves and bright autumnal berries.” –Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Austin Dickinson, written October 1851.

I hope everyone had an August filled with magic.

If you want to see what else I’m up to, you can check out my Instagram and Tumblr. 🙂




A Glimpse of My Day | A Surprise Party |


Yesterday, we had family and friends gathered at our house for a party to celebrate the long weekend, to celebrate Memorial Day, and to my surprise, to celebrate my birthday. Technically, my birthday is tomorrow, but that didn’t stop my mom from bringing out a platter of sugary tiny cupcakes and an adorable Happy Birthday banner.

But more than anything, it was lovely to be around loved ones and enjoy our new gazebo in the backyard.

I think it’s important to enjoy those moments, even if they don’t seem very important. Looking back, the day went by so quickly, and I’m shocked that everyone came and went so easily. But sharing a new space in your house with people to enjoy is so exciting, it’s the first time I’m really experiencing it.


It was supposed to be a sunny day yesterday, but the clouds never seemed to break, though I didn’t mind. How did your weekends go?

If you want to see what else I’m up to, catch me on Instagram or Tumblr!

Talk to you soon,


Tea Time | Gardening, Writing Groups, & Poetry Blogs


Hello Everyone,

I am writing this as I sit outside on our back patio. It isn’t necessarily warm, but it’s not cold out either.

I started thinking about how it’s almost been a year since I graduated from college. That is a strange feeling, as I wish that I had done a little bit more or had a more accomplished job by now. It started feeling like things were exactly the same as they were a year ago.

But, I got a new job, I’ve been published twice, and I’ve given my first official talk at a bookstore, so I am feeling slightly productive at this current moment in time.


Some of my ventures for the summer to keep me moving forward are:

  1. Start and maintain a successful garden
  2. Go to more writing groups in my area
  3. Start my own poetry blog

Let me know what your summer resolutions are, and I will be back here soon!


Spring Poetry


It is the breath of fresh air

Like the first warm April breeze


It is the sweet perfume of newness

Like flowers that have pushed out of the dirt


It is the anticipation an empty glass feels

Before it is finally filled


It is the itching a wick experiences

Waiting for its first burn of fire


It is the comfort of knowing

There will always be a tomorrow to wake to


It is the thing I have been looking for in all my digging

A glimpse of hope

A clean slate.

Navigating a Personal Crisis


Hello Everyone,

I haven’t undergone a major life crisis, but over the past few weeks, I’ve had many small personal ones. It’s funny, sometimes little situations or changes can make me feel icky and unsettled, like I need a new layer of skin to shield me from everyone else. These things came up for various areas of my life, and I had to learn how to persevere, the way we all do from one time to another.


Here is some advice if you have felt abandoned or lonely or out-of-sorts: Life goes on as long as you are deciding that it does. Buy yourself some flowers, make yourself some coffee, put on your favorite records, light your candles at night, go to sleep early, go to sleep late, watch all your favorite shows, buy ice cream in the middle of winter, kiss your dog, hug your friend, draw something, write something, play the piano (poorly), buy a book you may never read, and be happy. There are things changing in my life and I don’t always have control over that, but I realized that while sadness may always come in life, so can happiness. Sometimes they exist at exactly the same time.

“I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an 

open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when

I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should 

reach out and touch someone.”

-Maya Angelou 


Wonderful Things That I Received for Christmas


For awhile now, I’ve been itching for a record player to play my favorite music on. I wanted to tangibly be connected with the songs, and I was overjoyed to unwrap one on Christmas morning.

My parents felt extremely nostalgic as they showed me how to properly use it and care for it, and I sat by the player and watched the records spin and stayed in a blissful trance.


Some other amazing and thoughtful gifts that I received:

-A locket with my initials engraved on the front

-The Illustrated version of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

-A collection of all the Harry Potter books in paperback

-A scarf from Italy

-A cross-stitching kit

-The new Pokemon game (thanks to my brother)

-Lush bath goodies

-A new watch

(and tons more)


I’ve been looking through all of these things lately and trying to use them and enjoy them. Sometimes after Christmas is over, I find that I forgot a lot of gifts or put them to the side. This year, I’m trying to use them all.

I decided that I was giving myself a gift this year: the will. I want to give myself the will to go out and do whatever it is that I feel like doing, or want to do, or should do. Life is too short, that is that realization that I have come to. Does that sound cheesy? Oh well. I don’t want to miss out on things because I was too lazy to seek it.

This brings me to my favorite quote from one of my favorite writers:

“If we wait until we’re

ready, we’ll be

waiting for the rest of our


-Lemony Snicket