me & my {beautiful} mess: 101

                                       who's that {girl}?

{just a girl}

Her name is Lauren.

California born in the 80's, raised in the 90s,

unapologetically here to stay

wanderlust runs through her veins

30"ish", told she has an old soul, still always hearing herself say

"when I grow up..."

she's a writer and an adventurer,

always defining her world with words & pictures

grounded in faith, hope, love, yet always open to a

 new direction to set her sails

oldest of three, daughter of many, child of God

　

her {beautiful} mess:

Single homeowner

{Survivor Mud Run, April, 2012}

public servant

amateur photographer

crafter who is always finding  a new inspiration

lover of good food & clothing | hater of dishes & laundry

skilled multitasker | terrible procrastinator

learning to fly | refusing to sink



{DahLo, they are a pair}



her {loves} 

tattoos

hot yoga

all things {coconut}

dresses & flip flops

Summer nights & sunroofs

thunderstorms & lightening

sushi & sparkling wine

finding the {perfect} words

{music} ... for it makes her world go 'round

her friends: the old | the new | the borrowed | the blue

her family | the sum & the parts

her {suspicions} 

she was a cowgirl, a blues singer, and a comedian in a former life

she will never be out of the service of helping others

that it's all just begun & the best is yet to come

...and {so} ...

she sits

keyboard at her fingertips, laughter on her lips

tears in her eyes, heart on her sleeve

word by word, line by line

simultaneously brave & vulnerable

breathing life into her writing, her sharing, her wishes, her dreams, her sorrows, her hurts, her passions

learning every day to accept her tragically, comically, full, and curiously

{beautiful} mess that she calls her life

will you join her?  

will you share  with her the stories you call your own?

please do.

for what are words, if we cannot share them with each other?

so, sit down, stay a while, & enjoy the scenes from this {beautiful} mess

{a favorite picture from a Point Reyes day trip a few years ago: this old, rusted boat,  having seen better days, left abandoned in the shallow marsh, and weathered by the elements, but still refusing to sink}