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Eliza B.
"In my dream, the angel shrugged & said, If we fai "In my dream, the angel shrugged & said, If we fail this time, it will be a failure of imagination & then she placed the world gently in the palm of my hand." - B. Andreas⁠ ⁠ // This quote felt entirely fitting as we inaugurate a new President today and the first female VP in the history of our country. There is so much work that needs to happen and will continue to be needed for generations to come. That work will take imagination, courage, dedication, justice, love, and faith. Let us stand together and DO BETTER.
Dear sensitive soul,⁠ ⁠ I just had to take a m Dear sensitive soul,⁠ ⁠ I just had to take a moment to tell you something that has been on my heart for awhile now. I think you are absolutely radiant. I am still learning to hear words like this when I say them to myself so I understand if it feels uncomfortable or awkward to accept them for truth. But I assure you they are exactly that. So much of our beauty is visible to others yet hides in our own reflection.⁠ ⁠ Your radiance burns from the inside out. Your smile wears the brightness of the sun and I hear the song in your laughter. There is courage and strength in your vulnerability, in the way you love hard and softly in perfect tandem.⁠ ⁠ One thing I’ve realized is that so much of healing begins when we start loving ourselves once again. Open your heart to the same compassion you show others. Start small of you must, but seek to discover your own beauty. Trust me when I say, the light is pouring from you.⁠ ⁠ Look closer.⁠ ⁠ Your truly, ⁠ Eliza B.⁠ ⁠ // Healing - A Haiku by Eliza B. ⁠ ⁠ So much of healing⁠ begins when we start loving⁠ ourselves once again.⁠ ⁠ // #30DayHaikuProject inspired by @nicolegulotta - Day 19: Healing
Hi 👋 It’s been a bit since I’ve done a Frid Hi 👋 It’s been a bit since I’ve done a Friday introduction here so I thought I’d share 5 fun facts you might not know about me: ✨ I didn’t have a name for the first week of my life as my Mama tried to decide which would suit me best (I was almost named “Emily!”). She decided to name me after my great Aunt + my great Grandmother. I love my name but there were a few years of my youth where the tomboy in me wished I was named Alexandria or a Samantha so I could be called “Sam” or “Alex.” ✨Right after graduating from college I went on a 2-month solo backpacking adventure through Europe. I visited 7 different countries (England, France, Switzerland, Austria, Italy, Germany, and the Czech Republic) and it was one of the most incredible experiences of my life. I can’t wait to do it again! ✨ When I was abt 8 or 10 yrs old, my Mama signed me up for piano lessons but my teacher was really mean. I hated going so much that I started skipping my lessons and hiding in the stairwell of the building where Mrs. Meany taught. I’d get dropped off, hide and read for the whole lesson time! I never got caught (the teacher never said a word!) and my Mama says she always wondered why I was so bad at recitals! ✨ Even though my hubs is a physician and I’m a nurse, we didn’t meet through medicine (no Grey’s Anatomy plot twists over here!) - we actually met on the soccer field! ✨I have always loved the band Phish. I’ve seen so many of their concerts live that I can’t even remember them all (the last one was at Wrigley Stadium in Chicago!). The coolest one by far was the festival at Big Cypress to ring in the year 2000. The band played for 7+ hours straight from sunset to sunrise and it was awesome! Who knew, right?! Now I’d love for you to tell me something fun about yourself!! Drop a fun fact in the comments below! ⬇️✨❤️
A throwback to when this little guy was only 11 mo A throwback to when this little guy was only 11 months old and got to experience his first snow! I can’t believe he will be 4 years old in less than a month? Where does the time go??? Those baby blues, his friendly personality, and cheerful disposition haven’t changed a bit! Love our sweet Noah ❤️✨
When words fall short, where do we begin?⁠ ⁠ I When words fall short, where do we begin?⁠ ⁠ I have been sitting with this damn blinking cursor for longer than I’d like to admit. It’s taunting me… *blinking, blinking* & still, the words don’t come. Most days I have no trouble finding words (ask my husband or friends - ha!), but I’ve struggled all week with what to say & how to say it.⁠ ⁠ On Friday I talked to my therapist about what happened at the Capital two days before. My emotions feel all mixed up & I’m having trouble processing them all. Overwhelm, shame, helplessness, disorientation, grief… an unsettling realization that I was not entirely shocked by the reprehensible events that occurred. She encouraged me to sit with the discomfort, & hold space.⁠ ⁠ As I witnessed the disparity in how insurgents at the Capital were treated during a violent, terrorizing attempted coup vs. how Black Lives Matter protesters were treated this summer, the clarity was harrowing. The latter being people who were protesting on behalf of humanity - against violence & oppression that happens every single day in this country against BIPOC. As much as it pains me to admit… this IS my America. ⁠ ⁠ That Wednesday's events would come as a surprise to us means we have not been paying close enough attention or *truly* listening as so many of us vowed to do this past summer. ⁠ ⁠ From what I have seen and heard, it was not surprising to many of my Black friends or influencers I follow. The hatred, the violence, the terrorizing, the disparity - they have seen it before, LIVED it before. It is not “new” news. Black people have seen the underbelly of America all along.⁠ ⁠ Can we see it now too?⁠ ⁠ I believe these truths have to be heard & seen, honored & mourned, validated & shared. I believe we have to hold space & bear witness. We have to do better.⁠ ⁠ Words connect me to my feelings - the darkest parts of myself & my deepest fears. Words are anchors that ground me & hold space for things that need holding. When I don’t have them - it can feel paralyzing. But I believe we have to find the words to speak up against injustice, even when we feel like those words fall short.⁠ ⁠ Because saying nothing falls even shorter.⁠
Winter Memory - A Haiku by Eliza B. How long has Winter Memory - A Haiku by Eliza B. How long has it been? Time doesn’t pause for heartache. Love doesn’t forget. #30DayHaikuProject inspired by @nicolegulotta - Day #5: Winter Memory // 2020 was a long, hard year. So many lives were lost. Mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, family, and friends... some days it feels like life doesn’t hold much (any?) space for our losses. It keeps moving right along, neglecting the heartache and cumulative effects of such devastation on our souls. There are no words that can heal, no magic that can slow or turn back time. But love doesn’t forget. And love lives on. ❤️
A Handful of Gratitude for the first Monday of a n A Handful of Gratitude for the first Monday of a new year: ✨ Balloon 🎈 battles between brothers ✨ mattresses on the floor for jumping ✨ a T-Rex 🦖 stuffie named “crocodile” ✨ raspy-voiced 2-yr old long-winded story-telling ✨when the wild things are actually settled into bed by 7:30pm ✨
As the earliest days of 2021 begin to unfold, I ha As the earliest days of 2021 begin to unfold, I have been making lists and mind maps and goals and thinking about all the ways I want to grow and expand and continue onward in this adventure of life in the upcoming year. I chose a word for my year - START (and I'm planning to blog about why I chose that word next week!). Last year I chose FOCUS and as you can see from the extremely long run on sentence I started with, that it was one that served me well!⁠ ⁠ I always put a lot of thought and intention into choosing a word each year and I believe START is going to pack a lot of punch for me with projects and ideas I want to take on in 2021. Part of my process of choosing a word involves spending some time brainstorming what I need more of in my life in 2021 (vs. last year). And then, what I need less of. ⁠ ⁠ More: focus, patience, creativity, self-care, mindfulness, gratitude, connection, rhythm, faith, sleep... / Less: mindless scrolling, mental clutter, consuming, procrastination, control, fear, unintentional time usage, worrying, yelling. I'm still figuring out how I want to work on these things, whether it be a continuation of monthly goal-setting or some big ones right from the start... or some combination of these.⁠ ⁠ One thing I want to start off the new year trying to do is find a better balance in my online and social media presence. Between the covid-19 global pandemic, extreme political unrest, and the necessary furthering my personal education in the wake of the Black Lives Matter movement this past year - I have spent way too many collective hours scrolling on my phone more. There are so many gifts that this virtual space offers me, but I recognize a stronger need for boundaries and downtime. ⁠ ⁠ Thus, I'm going to be screen-free on Sundays. I will set my phone down more intentionally. I may have my auto-scheduler lined up with a few posts to share while I'm offline but I really want to make Sundays a legit "day of rest." To refuel, rejuvenate, and to fill my cup in quality ways that will help keep me grounded throughout the week. So with that - I'm signing off for today! Happy Sunday!
Dear so & so,⁠ ⁠ I can totally appreciate the Dear so & so,⁠ ⁠ I can totally appreciate the intention here... in how we should embrace the upcoming year as a chance to start fresh with a new version of ourselves and be motivated/inspired to leave the past behind us. But I think it fails to account for what is lost in this suggested shedding of our old selves. I, for one, believe I always have room for improvement but honestly, I kinda like the old me. Must we lose one to find the other? Haven't we lost enough this past year?⁠ ⁠ Yours truly,⁠ The old me⁠ ⁠ // A New Year- A Haiku by Eliza B. ⁠ ⁠ They try to tell us -⁠ Embrace a new year, new YOU.⁠ But I like old me.⁠ ⁠ // #30DayHaikuProject inspired by @nicolegulotta - Day #2: A New Year
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