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Continue reading →: Day 20: Hontanas to Fromista
In October and November of 2015, I walked the Camino Francés, one of the traditional pilgrimage routes to the Spanish city of Santiago de Compostela. It was a deeply emotional journey, with far-reaching implications for my life, and I’m slowly but surely capturing the memories and musings here on my…
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Continue reading →: The Life
Here is the plan: Get out of New Orleans. To do this, I need to pay off enough of my credit card debt to get my credit score to “Good,” plus save up a nice little nest egg to cover moving expenses, a rent deposit, and probably a car, as…
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Continue reading →: Unseen & Unspoken
It’s crazy how just a little more information can completely change your view of a person – and of yourself. I have prided myself on being an open book, completely forthcoming, complicated, but ultimately willing to hash out those complications in painful detail so as to keep the lines of…
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Continue reading →: Poisoned
This invisible monster, Draped ’round your shoulders, Leaching its poison into your mind, This thing – uneven scales Gnash together ever-so-lightly, (Your ears don’t work too well these days) You keep missing it. I did too, at first. But I hear it now, This invisible monster – The one that…
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Continue reading →: makings of me
the moon st. francis of assisi lace up boots comfy underwear (a must for this big ol’ booty) cats animals of all sorts the deer woman the hag the morrigan toe rings earrings earbuds (the flat type, since the globular ones fall right out of my ears) the bbc gulag…
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Continue reading →: Soggy Tuesday
I’m having a really tough day. My period’s about to start, and I haven’t slept a lot in the last 48 hours, so it really shouldn’t be any mystery why I can’t stop crying. I know that sounds a tad dramatic, and it certainly feels that way, too. It’s just…
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Continue reading →: 15 Minutes
I’m giving myself 15 minutes to write this post, so I hope something good comes out, and if not, well… Here are the biggest updates: I’m nearly done with my next Camino blog post, pinky swear! I’d say it’s been difficult to write, but that’s a lie. I just haven’t…
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Continue reading →: Wish Me Luck
I’ve been interviewing for a new job, and tomorrow is the second in-person interview (following up an informal phone interview, a formal phone interview, and an initial in-person interview). If all goes well, I’m hoping to walk out of that office with a job offer tomorrow. That would mean that…
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Continue reading →: Looper
It’s Sunday night at 6pm. My week is ending and beginning. I am worn down to a nub. I am fat and tired and my teeth hurt and my hair is greasy and my bangs just will not do a damn thing I ask them to do. I desperately need…
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Continue reading →: Musings From The Front Desk
It’s 3:49am, and I am working my overnight shift at the little hotel’s front desk. I am very tired. This week has been too long, but I can’t really complain, because it’s all my fault. On Tuesday, after working a triple (8 hours at Job #1, 2-hour nap because Charlie…
Hello,
I’m Nova
I have no “personal brand.” I’m not a girl boss, I’m not an influencer, and I don’t aspire to be powerful, inspiring, or rich. I probably can’t teach you anything, and there’s a good chance that there’s nothing at all of interest or use to you here. This is just where I come to talk about the random bits and pieces that make up my quiet life as a sober woman in her 40s. I’m engaged to the love of my life, have six (yes, SIX) indoor pets, and spend a lot of time gardening and hunting for thrift treasures. I also study classical voice (I’m a lyric coloratura soprano) and am deeply interested in all things spiritual and paranormal. Right now I’m trying to recover from career burnout and even out my personal energy, but my eventual goal is to become a medium and shamanic healer, using music to remind humans of the things that actually matter: connection, community, and loving all living things as though they were our own children. I may or may not talk about all of these things here (and sometimes all at once). Welcome!
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