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Despite the Gods  (reboot)  xoxo

Despite the Gods (reboot) xoxo

Beau sees Isabel.  #love

Beau sees Isabel. #love

onward

onward

xo

xo

@isabelpeppard   Life’s a beach with Isabel Peppard.

@isabelpeppard Life’s a beach with Isabel Peppard.

catching the big fish.

catching the big fish.

"FISHIN’ FOR NUGS"

"FISHIN’ FOR NUGS"

brick man.

brick man.

photo cred @beaudiddlyjangles

photo cred @beaudiddlyjangles

My husband makes me happy.

My husband makes me happy.

makin’ friends.

makin’ friends.

pre - earthquake and ribs.  isabel peppard beau white james lynch jen lynch zep lynch missing : @shanedalydp and @sherriisme

pre - earthquake and ribs. isabel peppard beau white james lynch jen lynch zep lynch missing : @shanedalydp and @sherriisme

others…and be healed.

others…and be healed.

Lana had chosen a stone. Round and egg shaped. As if inside there might be a fetus. A life. A child. Lana held the stone and thought about her daughter. How she had begun so small and had needed her so much. How quickly she could soothe her or bring about a laugh. She thought about first words and first triumphs. About watching her when she did not know, and thinking, ‘how wonderful a human, how blessed I am to even know her’.  Lana cried thinking of how they had separated and how hurt and helpless she felt. Not needed. Not contacted. Not required anymore. It felt like ‘not loved anymore’. Lana wanted to believe otherwise. She held the stone close to her face and kissed it. She knelt down in the shade and placed the stone in a hole she had dug with her hands. She thought about letting go while she did it. She told herself she had done a good job. The best she could. Lana buried the stone and hoped doing so would quiet the sorrow. She heard a weeping in herself she could not live with, so she put it in the garden. She would know it was there. She would have a place for it. She could visit it. Not a grave, but a totem. A seed planted that she could imagine growing in a world she could not see. Her daughter was not dead. Lana was not dead either. In another way they would both grow now. Invisible to one another aside from in dreams…which was truly where they first met any way.  Lana loved her invisible daughter and hoped that they would think of eachother at the same time occasionally. Ghosts that mean no harm. A wind from a small window.     #nightwalk

Lana had chosen a stone. Round and egg shaped. As if inside there might be a fetus. A life. A child. Lana held the stone and thought about her daughter. How she had begun so small and had needed her so much. How quickly she could soothe her or bring about a laugh. She thought about first words and first triumphs. About watching her when she did not know, and thinking, ‘how wonderful a human, how blessed I am to even know her’. Lana cried thinking of how they had separated and how hurt and helpless she felt. Not needed. Not contacted. Not required anymore. It felt like ‘not loved anymore’. Lana wanted to believe otherwise. She held the stone close to her face and kissed it. She knelt down in the shade and placed the stone in a hole she had dug with her hands. She thought about letting go while she did it. She told herself she had done a good job. The best she could. Lana buried the stone and hoped doing so would quiet the sorrow. She heard a weeping in herself she could not live with, so she put it in the garden. She would know it was there. She would have a place for it. She could visit it. Not a grave, but a totem. A seed planted that she could imagine growing in a world she could not see. Her daughter was not dead. Lana was not dead either. In another way they would both grow now. Invisible to one another aside from in dreams…which was truly where they first met any way. Lana loved her invisible daughter and hoped that they would think of eachother at the same time occasionally. Ghosts that mean no harm. A wind from a small window. #nightwalk

Coffee stains on kitchen counter this a.m.

Coffee stains on kitchen counter this a.m.