Life
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The End of an Era
Hi friends, thank you for being here. This post will likely differ greatly from the usual tone… This week has been pretty rough and I’m pretty thankful it’s almost over. I know it’s easy to assume with the election tensions and all that fun stuff, that this would be why. It’s definitely not far from my mind, but it’s not what’s been taking my focus. A metaphorical tornado has been running me down since Monday and has loaded me with thoughts, memories, and a high level of emotions. I decided to dive in and actualize the feelings I’m experiencing, hoping that this could potentially offer some relief. Recently, my grandparent’s…
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Ain’t Nothing Quite as Beautiful as Music Pt. 2
Happy Blog day! Thank you for returning for the second half of my tribute post to music <3 Last week’s entry was rushed, scattered, and I hadn’t bothered to draft out a single idea before 11am that same day. The post wasn’t my favorite at first, but before I was finished writing, I felt a tangent coming on and I knew I needed to split up the story and write a sequel. So, let’s get back to it. The year is 2004, I’m 15 years old and living in Pueblo, CO. At the time, I was divided between family, church and kicking it with my bestie, Krissy. This same year…
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“Ain’t Nothing Quite as Beautiful as Music” (pt. 1)
Happy Blog day friends! I feel like my weeks have been shortening to days lately, and I’ve been EXTRA busy! That unfortunately means that this entry might be somewhat half-baked and likely all over the place, for that I will apologize in advance. My process typically includes a draft which gives me time to condense and edit my excessive thought process, so this is honestly a bit intimidating. Hopefully I can wrangle up these wild thoughts and work out a focused post… fingers crossed hahaha I decided to write about the divine relationship I have found within music (and how I have literally found myself within and through music), the…
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“Nowhere” Feels Like Home
It’s blog day!! I’m extra excited to write this week, my subject changed a bit last minute, but I think the change was imperative. I’ll save the original topic for next week. So here we go! As a young girl I developed most of my identity out in the pastures of a cattle ranch in northern New Mexico, my father helped my grandparents work to maintain and make a living for our family. From age 4 until almost 7, I followed in the shadows and footsteps of these 2 men, watching and learning as they worked tirelessly, day in and day out. When I had time alone, I explored the…
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Reconnecting With an Old Friend…
Hi there! Thank you so much for returning to read my rambles! You must know how much I appreciate your time and interest. I hope over time you’ll notice an improvement in my writing, because I’m hoping to notice a difference as well! Writing isn’t something I spend any time on these days, but it didn’t used to be that way. I decided this week, I would reflect on how I used to use this medium as a daily therapy. Looking back, I could have never imagined that I would go this long without it. After all these years, it’s time to remember the love I once had for orchestrating…
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In the Beginning…
In The Beginning…There was grandma. Everything that surrounded her, was touched by her radiant and gentle soul. Everyone who had her in their world knew, when by her side, life and love: was good- And truly she made life, so very good... The first memories I have of learning to create, start with my maternal grandmother, Elinora. Grandma and I spent a lot of time together when I was growing up, and fairly often we were making something in one way or another. It’s hard to pin point the age that it all begin at, but I know by the time I was at least 5 I had already…
