second time

Mt. Sniktau and Grizzly Peak Traverse August 20. There's snow dusting the ground and it's a crisp thirty degrees in the mountains. I am prepared as I could be with sufficient layers and gloves. But as I climb higher and reach the ridge, the wind blasts me back. I huddle behind a ring of rocks…

CO National Monument

I am way behind on sporadic updates, the intermittent postings of sweet highlights that I most easily recall when reflecting on the year. And now that it's summer and I am sorely missing Colorado and mountains (dramatically, for I'm only in Texas for a couple more weeks), here is a throwback to a special gem…

21

Photos from the day I turned 21 These two friends drove all the way from CO to visit me !! 🙂

Much needed (rest)

I am trying not to wish for a time in the past, reaching for the gold of a sun that has already set. Implying that I am discontent with where I am now, the current circumstances, a season of increased stress and harder work. But lately I have been craving the summer, when a drive…

a single poem

poems

hello, I hope you're doing well These poems chronicle my insights and emotions throughout different points these past two semesters. My hope is that you've gathered a theme of redemption, promises of healing, a ringing of truth in the midst of lies that insist the valley is endless.

Back into the Swing

Here we are, me and my consciousness, back in Golden, Colorado at the brink of another year of college. It's like resting at the crest of a big roller coaster drop before everything whooshes by, waiting for the exhilarating rush. No fear, just anticipation and a taste of eagerness to get started. Having lived in…

And I escape into my own world

Creative writing is like reading--it takes you to impossible, unimaginable yet somehow imaginable places. Except that you start out with more control, a choice of direction until the characters and story write themselves. Like reading, writing is an immersion, an escape, a refuge. Sometimes writing is more--a pallet for creativity and freedom and peace and…

A year of growth

Half a year has rolled by since the last time I posted. Almost as if I have abandoned all use of my small platforms. Which was not my intention--I've just suffered a lack of inspiration and waves of busyness with school and all. When the activities I love become exhausting, I tend to take a…

Departure

It's not quite time yet. But that gap of time between my date of departure and now is quickly closing, drawing shut with tightly stitched seams. In less than a month, I won't be home. I won't be in Texas but Colorado for the next four years (granted that my plans don't change), pursuing a…