You can't know the wind

Musings, wonderings, beautiful bits and pieces from a woman who chooses tread lightly, lead with her heart, and just keep breathing.

Not my baby- but my family of choice.

Not my baby- but my family of choice.

This is what happens when you leave me alone in your house with beautiful eggs. Photo shoot. 


Milford Sound / Abbie Calvert

(via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

“I was so focused on pouring myself into you that I forgot I was becoming empty along the way.”

Babies in the process of being born sound like the ocean.

“I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.”

—   Kuba Wojewodzki, Polish journalist and comedian.  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: painlock, via thatkindofwoman)


 Jared Atkins || Snoqualmie Falls

(via debonairfucker)

"I’m going over to the island to try to convince my friends baby to enter the world. She seems to be too comfortable on the inside." 

He paused and looked at me. “The world is a fucking awful place. That is a smart baby.”

You’re right my friend. Your world right now is a fucking awful place. 

Public service announcement. There is a woman in this cafe reading her book with a HEADLAMP. Apparently the floor to ceiling windows are not enough for her. 

I feel like only in Canada would someone be regularly equipped with a headlamp for urban lighting emergencies. 

Today is: 

  • Coffee
  • Almond milk latte x 2
  • Coffee
  • pinhole cameras
  • cloudy days
  • beards and plaid. 
  • Not everything is ok. 
Current coffee view. I work hard I swear.

"I’ll take you to the ocean. Any time you want, I will drive you to a beach. We can swim, or cry, or scream. Or everything."

This is what I said to her. I put my hand on her elbow and these were my words because there was absolutely nothing else that I could do. 

I will take you to the beach and I will plunge into the icy water beside you. I will bring towels and hot tea to warm you up. I will cry with you. I will let you scream until you are hoarse and then I will scream for you. I will rip my throat out when you can’t. I will drive you to the ocean again and again until you can no longer tell the difference between tears on your face and salt water on your skin. 

I will do this because I cannot do anything else. I will do this because there is nothing else but the promise of salt and fleeting moments of hope on the breeze.