Moving Mountains

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some days I look around me and see mountains

mountains of laundry

miles I’m dying to run

stuffed animals on the office floor

dog drool on the walls

mountains of wonder

how does she have it all together?

how does her house fit inside its seems

 some days I’m back at the beach

 there are blonde wooden blocks scattered

 I see

  inspiration, processes, planning, cultivating, stacking, making

yesterday’s foot-pad impaling lego is the door in a brilliant  city

I see the eternally smudged garbage can lid and ehhh

move on

what life here in this home

some days I look around me and see mountains

moving mountains feels like being trapped.

like clamoring

dust

grease

hey

you

you!

hammered down today?

it’s ok

it’s going to be okay

because you’re doing great, you know

you’re doing great

tomorrow you can summit again

you’ll shield the blinding sun with your hand

and check out the wildflowers

curling among the cracks and crevices

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Although I am a Jersey girl at heart, Shelburne, VT is where my family has planted our roots. I’m a mama to three: Sean, Fee, and Maggie. I work in special education by day and can be found reading, running or eating cheesecake after the kids are asleep. (Sadly, I have yet to discover a way to combine all three of my favorite hobbies.) I love food, eclectic fashion, morning coffee in my favorite mustache mug, and am passionate about all things local and Vermont. Although I have yet to learn how to ski, I'm your girl if you need some gas pumped.

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