Went a got myself a wild hair~

Now folks this phenomena happens often, so there’s nothing to be alarmed about.

In fact my family grew accustomed to often walking into a rearranged home.

Having unusual concoctions come from the kitchen, based on whatever I fancied that day.

Made the decision to take up yoga, purely because it felt so right walking into the studio for the first time.

On a whim, packed a bag and hit the road thirty minutes later for a 10 day road trip with my darlin’ gal. We had no reservations or real thought of where or what we’d be doing…just for the adventure of it.

Will dance a jig in the middle of the street if I feel so moved. Typical, this does happen when accompanied by a live band playing near by, so as not to look like a total spaz.

Was ready to make an offer on the little cottage-home I now live in and am renovating without ever stepping a foot inside.

Even made a decision to hang up a 20 year career, in the time it took to walk across a bank lobby.

To say I navigate my life based on feelings, discernment, and intuition would be a straight arrow hitting the bull smack dab in the eye. Dang if that didn’t just gave me a notion… archery might just be the next hairy ring I step into.

For now, let’s get back to my current, crazy, curly, over the top hair that has taken over my home. Well, mostly the kitchen but aggressively has spilt  itself out into the living room and studio. And while I am not fully ready or able to share the wildness of this hair just yet I will give a glimpse into what is acomin’ down the pike…

Chalk paint….


and dark cabinets…

A match made in wild hair haven


Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right~

Dayum tooting if that beloved Stealers Wheels song, that we’ve all heard so many times, doesn’t give us the ability to sing and dance, all while pointing out those clowns and jokers all around us, without causing offense. Heck we aren’t really calling them out on their clowning or jokery…the song is.

Now I love this song. Enjoy hearing it, as I did last night, by bands brilliantly covering it. Enjoy dancing to it, singing to it, all while surrounded by many a clown and quite a few jokers. But other than the chorus, the song holds little to no meaning for me…

yes I’ve been scared and even fallin off a chair or two. And from time to time I’ve wondered how I’ll get down some stairs. And for goodness sakes any one who knows me, knows there is rarely not a smile on my face and often I’m all over the place.

But the clowns and the jokers they are my squad, my people, my tribe. They seemed magnetised into my life.

After all like attracts like, so they say.

I feel free in the presences of those that let loose, cut free, live life full-out and fully on. My silliness is appreciated amongst such and I become even more myself, more alive, more…

Yet it is the one in the middle that I am stuck with. The middle man. The straight man. The non-clowning. The non-joker. The brilliant man who willingly stays stuck in the middle with me despite all the silly, craziness that the clowns and jokers of my life have provided. He is the one I am stuck with. And boy howdy am I ever grateful for it. stuck_in_the_middle_with_you_by_mazzy12345-d3jdj7p

72% / 28%


How do we reconcile between that which is thoughts in our head when it is so opposing to that which is felt in our heart?

Years ago, discussed this very question with a dear friend.

His response…give your heart 72% of the equation and your head 28%.

Laughing at the specificity of his logic I said, ‘ugh boy… hate numbers and unless, on a sales rack, I dislike percentages even more’. To which he accurately reminded me that I was a banker.

Truth be told, even as a banker, numbers were not (and still aren’t) my speciality. Yet this mathematical solution, indeed, over the years, played out to provide all kinds of beautiful moments. Moments where my heart  made the majority of discussions. Eloquently guiding me, even when it was illogical and naysayers said it was insane, to this exquisitely, beautiful, simple life I now live.

The 72% / 28% was a perfect balanced, well oiled machine…

Until recently.

When my head, no longer satisfied with its allotted 28% began encroaching, sometimes brutally, onto my heart’s 72%. All the while, logically screaming things that my heart had to receive, then somehow lovingly try to counter balance.

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Soak in it or soak it up~

Think y’all would agree, unless you are getting home late from a most excellent event, catching an early morning flight to Costa Rica, or yummidly (yes I make up words that suit my need) tangled up in the sheets with someone…

3:42am is not a time that most of us want to be awake.

However 3:42 is precisely the time my eyes, body and more importantly my mind thought it would be fun to emerge from its slumber and most excellent dreams and begin its play date with a word.   Continue reading

Everyone from Stevie Nicks, to Stevie Ray Vaughan, to Stevie Wonder… (A guest post by Krista’s daughter, me, Bella)  



…and ALL who came before, in between, and after.

For as long as I can remember, my momma has always done one thing as soon as she got in the car.

No, I’m not talking about putting on her seatbelt.

The first thing she did (and still does)…

was press the one button that held the power to lead me down the musical path that was my childhood.

The radio came on

a cool tune was found


and only then

the seat beat got buckled.
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Lesson learned~


All too often we make changes and learn life lessons by our mistakes, wrong choices, walking a difficult path, or going through something significant in our life.

However we also have the keen ability to learn while watching others as they maneuver through their own life. Sometimes learning what to do different by their mistakes. While at other times emulating and utilizing that which they did well, as guide posts. Continue reading



Y’all my sass got derailed.

And boy howdy was it a train wreck.

It’s been going all heather and thither of late and side swiping others along its way. And while I’ve still been lively, flirty, cheeky, confident, full of spirit, fun, and most likely seen as my “normal” sassy self by others…

I have felt and known the difference.

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The Riverbank~

TN Dec 2016

Wholeheartedly adore the gift of gratitude. It is one of the most powerful benefactions we can bestow. For within, lies the ability to change us and others on a fundamental level…in simple yet profound ways.

Relish living daily within its state and harnessing its power by offering it not only to the Creator and those I know and love but to people who pass in and out of my day.

It is joyful to see another through the eyes and heart of love and by offering gratitude for the magnificent creations they are, is an honor that makes life radiantly beauty filled.

When offering this gift I’m keen on finding a word/words that are refined in nature and powerfully articulates the feelings behind them. Also while attempting to utilize words that are expressive and picturesque.

I might share with someone with a wise, calm, and grounded presence that they are “like a mighty oak”.FullSizeRender-3

Perhaps someone whose so excited they’re going a million miles a minute in every direction…”child, you are like a BB rolling around in a box car”.

Someone who listens, without judgement, being taken over with their own emotions, or even feeling obligated to offer anything back…I might say, “you have an impressive ability of being present and listening like the sky”.

Ooh oooh oooooh…for those gals who are oh so



and rarin’ to go…

“gal, you’re like a heifer in heat at a rodeo”

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