Storyteller & Yoga Instructor
Since I was a little girl, I've wanted to be everything under the sun: a doctor, lawyer, ballerina, spy, artist, athlete, and on and on. I think that's why I love stories so much. I can imagine myself as whoever and whatever I want through the avenue of writing and getting lost in stories. I'm an aspiring children's novelist with a background in creative non-fiction, poetry, and teaching. You can find a snapshot of my writing in my portfolio.
When I'm not writing, my other love is yoga & wellness. I'm a former athlete, turned yogi. Several years ago I discovered Holy Yoga & I've been practicing ever since. I love helping others cultivate nourishment in body and soul, so I offer classes mostly online. Currently though, my full-time gig is that of a High School English teacher, where I get to share my love of stories and cultivate a love of reading in kids.
![I’ve wasn’t one for gardening as a kid, but as I’ve got older, I’ve found a new yearning to cultivate the land. I’ve started small here and there. Potting herbs at our apartments. Planting raspberry bushes at our rentals. •
Then three years ago we moved into our home where the landscaping was gorgeous & I knew for sure I’d grow into a gardener. I planted just a few things of my own to start: some blackberries, a sweet little blueberry bush, a tomato plant, & herbs.
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Then the weeds overtook my berries last year. Tiny Tom became Mighty Tom & consumed the entirety of my side garden creating havoc. The bunnies got the blueberries. Then there were the beds on the side of the house I completely forgot we even had. Overwhelm overtook me & I just let everything go. I gave into the idea that I’d never conquer it all, never have a green thumb, especially as winter lingered into April this year, & I believed my plants to be lost.
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But life grows from dirt. Ever so slowly these last few weeks, I’ve found myself cleaning & sprucing & sowing. Trying once again to breathe life into the soil & my soul. This morning, I stepped outside after a rough few days & He reminded me that the sowing is only the beginning.
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My lettuce is sprouting. My strawberries are blossoming. My little blueberries from two years ago are flourishing & I find hope in the fact that it’s taken two years for that little plant to come alive.
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Because in these two years, I too have wrestled with growth, hardship, and joy. •
But even still—when I wake up in the morning feeling like hope is lost—especially when my heart aches for a future that seems so uncertain— He shows me life comes unexpectedly through the waiting. And when go out weeping, carrying our seeds, He promises we will come back with songs upon songs of joy.
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It’s in this moment when His faithfulness helps me to find happy here.
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Maybe you find yourself in the same place friend. Waiting for something that doesn’t seem to be coming. Grieving what was or what may not be. If so, may these words be a comfort to you as they are to me in this season:
“Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy.”
[Psalm 126:5] 🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱](https://static1.squarespace.com/static/5722120ac2ea51fed1d03f65/5890fa976a496349b2449bf3/5afb329caf684979971d433b/1526411942755/)
