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    I'm Georgia, some people call me Gypsy. I'm an author, a photographer, a mama, a lover, and a dreamer. This site is a work in progress. Feel free to look around :) If you have questions feel free to contact me via my contact page. <3

Altered Music Box

I’ve been playing around with a bunch of different art projects lately, and this is one I started a month or so ago but finally finished today.  It is a music box I made out of an old cigar box I picked up from the smoke shop up the street.  It was a really fun little project and I am excited to make some more.  My next one is going to be made from my son’s old practice violin.

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Strawberry moon on a summer solstice

I never can sleep under a full moon.
But, a moon like this… she’ll make you want to shrug off your skin and rearrange your bones. Peel back the cage of your ribs and expose your soul. She’ll keep you up until the sun comes peeking over the mountains, and if she lets you dream at all you better pay attention because somewhere in that other space you can find answers you didn’t even know you were seeking.

Summer Magic

  
I was supposed to take the kids out today, to the place where the river cuts through the desert and the wild horses run. We were going to dig up forgotten bones and search out the dried up husks of leaves and seed pods to later turn into what is going to be our summer project. Because our summer needs some magic, the kind you make by turning one thing into another and then turning that thing back out to the world.

But it’s 114 degrees and that kind of heat makes you lazy. So we went out to lunch and went swimming instead, which is its own sort of magic.

Walking Through Storms

Walk into the storm with your eyes open and your heart exposed. The rain will bite and sting, but it

When I wrote Raincheck I was coming out of a really heavy, dark time.  There had been a number of deaths in our family in the months before and I found I really just wanted to do something light.  I abandoned the project I had been working on in favor of a story that was pure fluff.  And it worked.  Now, the book may not be the most amazing thing to ever hit your kindle, but it was exactly what I needed to be doing at that time.

Now, I find myself in another situation where I’m finding it difficult to devote my time and energy to a writing project that is heavy.  The last two years since Raincheck released have been a mixture of beauty and pain.  So many wonderful things have happened, but there was also a period of time in there that was just hard.  Despite all the gifts that that time brought into my life (so many beautiful things over the last year) there are things that cause my breath to catch and my stomach to clench and I sometimes have to take a moment to tell myself that it is ok if everything isn’t as I imagined it might be.

I’ve rewritten the first 10k words of this manuscript more times than I can actually remember at this point, and I am happy with where it is now, but I am apprehensive about where it is taking me.  This book is hard.  I have been tempted to remove the difficult parts and turn it into something different, but I’m not going to.  I’m just going to keep walking through it, until it clears.  Just like I do with life.  <3

In Her Skin: Holy Grief Sessions #1

I’ve decided to join up with a powerful group of women to explore the concept of grief, and how it resides in our body.  There will be 7 days of posts.  Maybe some will make it onto the blog.

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It’s there. Hiding in the bone cage of sternum and ribs. In the cracked open space of heart. Each beat a reminder of something so stunning in its beauty and devastation that I sometimes forget to breathe. It becomes a chore to force the air into my lungs, a gasping breath of surrender and release and something unnameable that feels like longing.

Grief is the thing that burns your eyes until they run dry, because you’ve already cried an ocean. It’s a wild tide that drags you into the depths only to return you to shore, beating you down with relentless abandon into the ever shifting sand. #inherskin #holygrief