in which Grace rants about her lack of desire or ability to be athletic.

Im just not athletic. I am not. I don’t know how to play basketball, like at all. I have never been skiing in my life, and the one time I went snowboarding just…don’t count. I freak out when playing volley ball, I am a totally spaz when the ball comes towards me. I just get in the way when it comes to football. I hate running. Ultimate Frisbee is a terrible game and I always imagine the Frisbee as a saw-blade coming for my neck. I was made fun of in middle school because I was no good at soccer (Thats gunna be my pity story when I go on “The Voice”). Really the only sports I enjoy playing are street hockey and football- both of which I probably look like an idiot playing. I don’t care about being athletic. Ill join the team just for the sake of being a part of something, and then I will spend most of the time making fun of myself or cheering for whatever team I am on.

I love to move. I love to dance. I love theater, and getting out of my comfort zone. I love walking, I will walk for hours. I love bikes, but I haven’t been on one since mine was taken out of our yard by some rude boys who like purple. I love climbing (But Im not very good at it). I like hiking a lot, but it takes me along time because I will stop to smell every flower and look at every pinecone and collect every good walking stick and rescue every bug and study every spider web and I will sit at the top of the hike and look and think and lay on the ground and stare at the sky. I love swimming. I love ice skating. I really love dancing. A lot. I like twirling. I don’t mind working out ( I actually enjoy it when I am with Hannah). But Im not athletic. Im just not.

“But you could be!”

Yah well I don’t want to be.  I don’t enjoy those kinds of sports. I really don’t like playing volleyball at all. Is that ok? Ill try. But chances are I won’t enjoy it.



Sometimes I swear I have visits from the ghosts of Graces past. I will be say brushing my hair thinking about the weather outside and all of a sudden I hear myself think “why are you in Kentucky…? Wait. I live here now? Where’s Elijah?? Wait. I’m single? We broke up??!! And I’m ok with this? And no theater? No arts? No floral design? I’m going into Teaching?! And I’m happy about that??And wait you and her didn’t stay in contact? At all?! What am I doing?? No wild young traveling? Just school? What is this?? Where am I?? Why am I here??” And in that moment I kind of panic a little bit. I clench my fists. And then I am reminded that my plans aren’t my plans at all. And I let go. Again. His plans are better. Those ghost just didn’t know.

And really it’s ok

And you are marveling at how you feel you have finally let go. And you are excited and full of new dreams. And then you remember the old one for just one second. And then you know the best thing to do is go to sleep. And you wonder if you will ever be able to stop asking yourself “what if.” And you wonder how you will know when you have really let go. And you fear you haven’t. And you fear you won’t. So you go to bed. Your just tired and a little sick. And that’s always when you feel lonely. And really it’s ok.


in the forest, under the shade of the evergreen trees, there lived a tribe of faeries. Each family in this tribe represented a different bird. The goldfinch family was kind and their song filled every morning with a beautiful melody. Tessa was the youngest daughter. She was lovely beyond compare, as was her song. There was none compared to it. She loved her forest, and treasured every moment of life.

But a darkness had entered into her paradise. A Druid was lurking in the villages near by and had heard the legend of the bird fearies, and the beautiful young goldfinch, Tessa.

The Druid found her and was enchanted with her beauty. He demanded that she become his bride. She refused. The druids soul was dark and he thought only of himself. If he couldn’t be happy, nether could she. In his great anger he turned Tessa into a raven faerie, and replaced her melodic song with a unbearable caw. She was exiled from her forest, and sent to the dark woods.

Word was being passed quickly in the dark woods of a poor goldfinch who was turned into a raven and whose song was taken away. The stories told that she was starving on berries and seeds. When word came to the hawk faeries they were appalled that no one was doing anything to help this poor creature. They knew they must send someone to teach Tessa how to hunt and fly high and find her way clearer in the night sky. Breckenridge, a brave young hawk volunteered.

When he found her she was very sick, but he helped her find food and helped keep her spirits up by asking her to tell him of her people, and in turn telling her of his. Days became weeks, and weeks months. And Breckenridge found that he loved this beautiful raven faerie. He loved being with her and listening to her try and perfect her caw, and fail. He loved flying over the dark woods with her. He loved everything about her. Tessa found that she hated being away from Breckenridge, and that all she could think about when she wasn’t with him was how much she longed for his company. Breckenridge declared his love and Tessa returned it. They were happy.

But the druid heard about Tessa’s happiness and became enraged. He turned Breckenridge into a bear faerie, making it impossible for Tessa to marry him. Tessa’s heart broke, they could never share the same life, one in the air and one in a cave. But Breckenridge declared that no spell could separate them. He vowed to stay true to her and protect her for the rest of his life.

(Then he magically turned back into a hawk faerie via a magic lady who was also very nice. The tow of them got married. The end. Enjoy the photos. Haha! )

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