Outdoor Playtime

Activities to keep the old bod from atrophying

A Past Me Reflection

A Past Me Reflection

I did not go willingly into a past me reflection. It was my failing iPhone 6s Plus that forced it upon me. As I flicked through old photos, they reminded me of all the things I’d done. It wasn’t long before I was wondering where that Maery had gone. I’m simply not the woman I see…

Lost

Lost

I write, because I lose myself and the world around me when I don’t. It feels like creation. Like evidence that I’m still here and there is time.