Author: Lydia
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Nights
In every moment there are two paths to consider, and the consequence of your choice is never more blatant than when everything around you and inside you has been quieted. theoriginalexistence.com My imagination was always where I felt most at home and most authentic. As a child I would prop myself on pillows and get…
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The Resignation
I didn’t feel like my life was changing. What I did know was that there had been a peace in maintaining consistency in life, and although my path may not have always brought me joy, it was predictable, and it had been my life to bear. I had 2 children before I was 19 years…
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Gravitating
When the weather got cooler I spent more time inside the cabin and from sunup to sundown my one adamance was that every single curtain was to be drawn wide open, so much so that sometimes I would even twist the thicker ones around themselves so that the most light possible shone through and brought…
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The Conduit
Hate was never mine. Fear and isolation were the omnipresent burdens that were alive the moment the noise of the day quieted. On weeknights and during weekends in my tiny rental cabin, I was forced to sit. My love of cooking and my joy of making a house a home just wouldn’t show up. And…
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The Catalyst
I ask you to go with me now, into my ordinary, extraordinary, beautiful life. I know what it is now. I’ve listened to TikTok and Facebook gurus, read books, I’ve sat in stillness and I’ve screamed into the air and pounded my fist against my truck’s console without holding back. When it happened to me…