Rocks in a bowl beside my bed. Hippie new age shit, because why not. Pretty rocks make for tangible meditation/mantra reminders. Probability of magical rock juju: minute. Current mantra: Breathe in, breathe out that which does not serve me.
California born, wastewater engineer, bonus mom, grieving, vegetarian, phototaker.
My goal for 2015: breathe.
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