the cicadas are growing quiet, wings worn and tattered from summer’s symphony, the melody that brings them life. and also death. a refrain pulsed through their dreams as they lay burrowed deep in sleep […]
I don’t breathe easily. But I do try. I sing. I sip tea. I listen to the birds and cicadas. I drink cool water and try to get enough sleep. I walk barefoot in […]
sing your way deep, deep into the earth, into that blackness that keeps you, that folds you in while you sleep. keep still, songstress, your wings be silent and soft. it is a […]
our raw edges are our beauty. our fragmented hearts are our strength. our being human is our glory.
this warped and weathered tree twisted by wind grey with time. it speaks more to my soul than many tongues of men.
When i began drinking matcha tea several years ago, it was purely for my health. My doctor thought the antioxidants, clean energy, and natural mood boost would be good for my post partum body. […]
I look up into the tangled tendrils of the willow branches falling around me, their softness and sway on me the way hair falls around a face, on shoulders, and down a bare back. […]
You are beautiful. You belong. And you are always welcome here. The words came out so easily as I crafted a post welcoming visitors to Being Krista. There was even alliteration and a nice cadence. But […]
. . . But tension is to be loved when it is like a passing note to a beautiful, beautiful cord. – Sixpence None the Richer Like so many dreamers and doers, movers and […]
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.” – Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods […]