• big bowls of fruit [grapes, pineapples, watermelon, mandarins, blueberries]
• yoga class downtown, when it's warmer
• daily morning stretch for knees
• face routine / morning:[bb cleanser, rose petal toner]
• face routine / night: [cleansing wipes, coconut oil]
• face routine / weekly: [ihc, acv, lavender coconut oil,hot cloth]
• teeth routine: []
• hair routine: [monthly hair mask, wash & twist]
• morning supplement routine: []
• for our space ~
  • black rug
  • shelves
  • ✔ diffuser
  • electric kettle
  • blender

it's time for me to get real about my social presence.

this is a topic that has consumed me from the inside, out and its time to address it.

I've never been a facebooker, so naturally that platform didn't really serve me, aside from tagging friends in random photos, and capturing some of my happiest moments.

but it was never often enough to make my facebook friends grow to expect regular posts - and that makes me happy. because i never introduced the element of pressure into my social media experience.

social media has always been a place where i go to share what i create - be it a plate of really good food, a beautiful, rare moment in nature worth noting, or an intimate set up displaying my spiritual journey -- created my own online digital open diary.

• linkedin update
• vocal
• clean up computer
• get computer back on Windows

On November 14, 2014, I made a list of all the books I got in one library visit. 27 of them.

An assorted stack of memoirs, art biographies, poetry collections and other paperbacks that I was guided to one long evening at the campus library.

At the time, I was a Creative Writing student - faced with the task of compiling a portfolio for the end of the semester.

As a seeker of natural inspiration, I glided into the library and hand-selected 27 books, though it felt like an outer body experience.

And my then, present self was preparing my now, present self for uncovering inspiration from a deeper source.

A source that to me, at that time, then, in the campus library wasn't quite clear.

But it was something about pulling book after book down from the tall shelves pack...

it took you shattering the pieces for me to realize that i'm a puzzle.

scattered, complex, but edged and curved to perfection.

so putting the pieces together happened naturally.