this was my first overnight on Luna.
a little over a year ago now.
it's crazy to think that she's been with us for a year and a half.
it seems like just yesterday that we drove across the country to get her.
such a wonderful addition to our ever changing boat family.
adventures can be had anywhere. but the ones on the water always end up being my favorite.
A crisp overnight sail.
Listening to The Replacements, drinking beer-then-whiskey, "I don't think Morrissey cares about French girls", knitting in the cockpit, stuffing over-layered limbs into sleeping bags and underneath piled high blankets and watching the night progress and move behind and around a lone lit lantern with a kind of enrapture and attentiveness that can only come from being in the warm belly of a boat on a winters night out on the open water.
these are film photos, but you can also see some digital ones from the same trip here.
Featured | The Daughter of A Sailor
I had the opportunity to create a video essay for Off Center Harbor to showcase a little piece of what it's like to be the daughter of a sailor (which will be a familiar moniker especially for those of you who follow me on Instagram... #daughterofasailor)
The video pretty much says it all so I'm going to leave it at that.
You can watch it here!
We Too
i wonder if we love plants so much because we too come from the earth.
Featured | Somerset Life Magazine
I posted this on Instagram a few weeks ago, but forgot to do so for all of you lovely people who follow me here on the blog, but I also had some additional thoughts that I wanted to express.
I had the privilege of writing an article on one of my favorite subjects -- slow living -- for Somerset Living Magazine's Autumn issue!
I've had the honor of being featured and asked to write and present my other artistic work in many capacities before now, but I think this is truly my first fully paid freelance writing gig.
It feels really good to be compensated for my work in that way.
Writing has been a life long love of mine, I've been an avid journal-er and diary keeper ever since the age of eight, and I've also had this blog going on seven years now.
However I feel as though it wasn't until about two years ago that I really started to fully explore my art of writing.
The way in which I express my thoughts, in a purely vulnerable unplugged way, in the voice that is uniquely mine, has been such a freeing and revelutionary thing for me. It seems so simple, but the words I put out into the world up until that break-through point, were so edited. So limited. So much less and smaller than what their origins offered.
To offer up an art form to the world is one thing, and often enough in the mere doing and execution of it. At least for me. Because much of what I put into the world in that way is for just me.
But to have that action recognized by others as valuable, while an unnecessary validation, is regardless an appreciated and welcome one.
So I want to thank all of the people especially who have encouraged that voice and this pursuit of mine and have expressed value and gleaned insight from my words.
I write for myself, but I also write for you.
Thank you.
You can pick up an issue online here or at Barnes & Noble, Joann Fabrics, or wherever magazines are sold.
A Goodbye I Never Sent
a goodbye i never sent
you were a faithful home away from home.
thank you for the ferrying of my heart into and out of it's ever changing seasons.
you were always there, constant.
i grew to know myself, and the world i live in, in ways i'm not sure i would have otherwise.
thank you for that gentle allowance and space for discovering those long ago washed up things.
i will miss you always.
Tumblehome | An Update
the sailing season is drawing to a close here on the east coast.
the last spread-eagle-fingers of warmth are disappearing and trading places with their counterparts of cold winded gusts.
always a bittersweet time.
though a chance to look back on all the adventures had and sails enjoyed during the year, as well as a chance to look forward at all of the projects (nautically related or otherwise) that the upcoming months will bring.
i'm hoping the upcoming months will, in particular, allow me some extra time to post more on and about tumblehome.
the idea and concept for this venture with my father, the sailor, has been more of a work in progress and larger concept in need of further development than i originally realized...
but i'm still excited about what it can become.
just wanted to give you all an update on it as so many of you have expressed interest and excitement for the ideas i've already, however limitedly, shared.
keep expressing that. i need the encouragement.
i think one of the bigger things i'm trying to figure out in regards to it is whether or not it needs it's own website or if I can get away with continuing to link it up with A Girl Named Leney and posting here on the blog.... hmm.
what do you think?
the idea is so much a part of me, as is A Girl Named Leney as a whole, and so I'm tempted to mesh them together but the more i've been contemplating it, the more i think it begs to have it's own space for proper execution.
i'll have to keep thinking on that.
if you want to keep up with the latest on Tumblehome you can follow us on instagram and facebook.
we have a Tumblr too... though i've been pretty inconsistent with posting on that lately....
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Shot in Agfa Vista 200 35mm film
The Journey
The Journey by Mary Oliver
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.
Mary Oliver's work has been popping up in my life a lot lately. A friend recently mentioned this poem and after reading it, and loving it, I looked up an analysis which helped me love it even more.
I hope you are staying strong in your journey friend.
That you are brave enough to not only recognize it's direction, but brave enough to walk it.
At Twenty Five
i felt as though my twenty fourth year was one filled with more growth than i've ever experienced.
i know i felt similarly about twenty three, though not necessarily so in regards to my earlier twenties.
in comparison, having reached the first mark of the "mid twenties", i feel like I can truly say that this past year has been even more so immensely stretching and challenging in ways i wasn't aware were possible. i wrote about a lot of those things on here which, in past years, i would never even have come close to sharing or being vulnerable about.
however, i've learned the opposite of pride is vulnerability.
essentially saying: t h i s i s w h o i a m
which, in it's essence, is a lesson that ties together all of the others i've learned.
it's one i've become braver and louder about proclaiming.
in contemplating the things i'm bringing into twenty five, the list was very very long... but most of what came to mind was actually referenced in past blog posts.
so, i decided to essentially sum up the majority of the biggest and most important posts from my thoughts category here on the blog and summarize my year's growth that way.
if you care to read more on the below thoughts, just click the links to read the original posts.
a t t w e n t y f i v e
the importance of small just-right things.
the importance of shopping small --- a topic that has taken root in my heart so deeply, especially this past year. please read this post if you read any. another related thought is to grow in what it looks like to not stand above reaching down to those less fortunate, but stand beside them hand in hand.
that voice will call you home when you realize no other will truly lead you there.
the art of slow living --- which has been such a huge aspect and shift in not only my business but my lifestyle day-to-day. i'm very excited for the related topics that i will be sharing more in line with this in the upcoming year. (also read my article that was published in this issue of somerset life magazine to learn more)
creativity is often in the presence of fear. and sometimes constraints bring about creativity.
to never forget who you are and where you came from.
really and truly in the most real way imaginable for the first time ever, how valuable home is. and that sometimes there's more than one. and how even in their familiarity, there are constantly new revelations about them.
there will always be hurt. but you were born with a light in you that no darkness can extinguish.
small resolves speak volumes.
what to do when you're overwhelmed and spreading yourself too thin.
books will always be one of the most important things to me. making time for reading should always remain a priority.
the extreme importance of solitude. another post i strongly encourage you to read if you read any at all....
you don't tell the ocean to behave. #dontbehave
how to just be.
identify who they are and why it is that the opinion of one is masked as that of many in our minds.
what perfectionism truly is and the lies it tells us when we choose to listen to it. and that imperfections are not inadequacies
to practice courage.
a conscious practicing of awareness and appreciation is in order to not take that which is comfortable and familiar for granted. it's a kind of latitude. where you orient yourself in relation to your experiences and how you choose to let them affect you.
how to make it.
how to begin getting past a block.
some unfinished thoughts can often help complete others.
what acceptance looks like. and how i feel most beautiful in the morning.
i am uncomfortable with other women degrading their beauty in the wake of my own.
how valuable it is to find and hold onto the people who feel like us. and recognizing it. a kind of recognition.
oh, and also how to do a headstand.
Recognition
there are people in and out of our lives.
some we dislike.
some we like.
some we love.
and then, even further, some we recognize.
those individuals often evoke all of the above reactions from us but, a step further, we know something more about them.
they're our people.
the people we find who feel like us.
the ones who we notice a similarity, a bond, a kinsmanship within that ties together your souls -occasionally for a season, but more often- for a lifetime.
the people we recognize are the ones who are ours and we are theirs.
not in the sense of physical ownership, but more so in a deeper spiritual sense of bother-sister-hood and accountability.
only a select few are we fortunate enough to find in our lifetime.
but once we find them, it's not just a natural state to fall into recognition with them.
it's a choice.
for the human condition is one that involves us being intrinsically selfish creatures. unchecked we are self absorbed, inwardly focused and often narcissistic.
doing life with people, fully and whole heartedly, is uncomfortable.
if we choose to be so intentional, it often results in hard lessons and tough questions asked.
and it's often these noble few we recognize who are able to challenge us on this. pull us out of that inward absorption, and are the only ones we might listen to in fact when it comes to having our eyes opened to the error of our ways.
and so that is what i mean when i say that it is a choice.
it is a choice because relationships are not easy.
it is a choice because we have faults, as do others.
it is a choice because we have the freedom to choose.
so if you have people like that in your life, i do so hope that you choose to recognize them.
i was recently told by someone three times my age, how they wished that they had known the importance of those people, those once-in-a-lifetime friends, when they were my age.
and i realized that i have that realization.
this has been a very particular season in which i'm significantly grateful for being able to recognize who those people are in my life and, what's more, have the honor of doing life whole heartedly with them.
i only hope i can continue doing so and that i can help bring to them a similar measure of joy, love and awakening that they've brought to me.
I Must Love You
"Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.
I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much."
— Mary Oliver
My beautiful country girl. I'm so happy to have you home.
Though, somehow, even more happy about the fact that you have a little being you'll be bringing into the world soon.
I cannot wait to meet them and smother them with my love and all of the baby knits and baby overalls.
You've always been one I can go to the woods with.