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 life changed forever when my (step)son Riley died in October 2014, at the age of 11 and a half, as a result of a failed complex surgery to repair his congenital heart defect.
My goal for 2015: breathe.
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