Emotions rolling like rough seas
Crashing before rolling into the shore
A beach filled with too many judgmental seagulls
Power controlled by the moon
Constant even when sun rays twinkle 
An outside force not offering a cure for salt water needs
Seashells crack and tumble under the pressure
People try to leap waves 
Temporarily
Watching the tide come in

The first post in a new space is always intimidating to me. Just staring at blank screens without any content yet to be commented on or discussed. 

My hope for these posts is to share a little bit of life.

​I'm not consistent - and I'm not promising I will be. But like my journal who's pages I come back to regularly, I hope to come back here and share life updates, details from my latest travels, notes on recipes I'm loving and cooking - details I'm not sharing anywhere else because life is too short and social media is too exhausting.