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Poppy wants to live in a world where everyone's story matters, regardless of their income or way of life.

As a photographer, she's won ribbons at the county fair. As a spiritual seeker and writer, she's been featured in Jen Louden's The Life Organizer and once published an article at allthingsgirl.net.

When she's not writing or photographing her story, she can be found at her day job as a technology consultant, or at home snuggling her cats, or in the park, taking a walk with her husband.

Thoughts On the New Year

Thoughts On the New Year

I am not ready.

I am not ready for 2019 to start. Not ready to be 44 instead of 43.

I am not ready to choose a new WOTY (Word of the Year). Or to say goodbye to what was a pretty crappy year. Or to welcome new possibilities.

I’m sorry, SoulMatters, but I’m not ready to embrace being a people of possibility.

I’m not ready for new beginnings. I haven’t yet told myself the stories of the last endings.

I haven’t shed all of 2018’s tears yet.

The only New Hope I’ve got right now involves lightsabers.

I need to laugh and play and create - 2018 had a significant dearth of those things.

I need to lean into wholeheartedness, invite more laughter and play and joy and faith.

I yearn to explore what faith means to me, a sometime-pagan, mostly-humanist- or- naturalist Universalist.

2018 threw us for some hard knocks. My resilience held up for most of it, but I’m bloody tired. Exhausted. Ready for change.

2019 has to bring a new home. No two ways about it. We’ve got just over half of the income - and more debt - than we expected to have, going into a house search, and it will just have to work out.

I drew an oracle card last night, as the clock ticked towards midnight, for the coming year. The card I drew was Kali, the Hindu goddess, known in popular culture for burning it all down and starting over again. Not a particularly comforting symbol.

I’m no more ready for burning things to the ground and rebuilding them than I am to start this year - but when do we ever have a real choice?

On Not-Poverty and Trauma

On Not-Poverty and Trauma

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night