your Q's answered! | part one

Hey y'all! It's here! It's here! And I'm so excited about it!

Thank you guys for asking questions! I loved hearing from some of you who hadn't commented before! I decided to split this up into two (+) parts, so as to give due time to each question.

A bit of a disclaimer...sometimes I'm a dork and it comes out in this video. ;) And pardon the piano/keyboard & Billy Joel songs playing in the background, as well as the incredibly squeaky chair. Real life, people.

Part two coming soon.


once upon a time

Once upon a time, we sat under tall leafy trees, our clothes soaking in the smoke of the fire. "So we may be going to Virginia again." And it's funny to think back to that time, because it seems so distant now. In the glory of that summer. With blue skies and lush, green grass. Before we knew any of this. Our fingers were sticky with s'mores and our hearts were full with excitement.


ask me Q's!

Hey y'all! So I had an idea.

This place mostly serves as a journal of sorts. But it differs in that, well, you're here reading it! I mean, that's kind of the purpose...otherwise all this could stay in my journal and it could be there for just me to look back on. But it's really neat that you guys take the time to read it.

The point is, I don't think it would be uncharacteristic for you guys to ask me questions and for me to give you some answers. (Because really, that's how you get to know someone! By talking to them!)

And that's exactly what I'd like to do! I would be obliged if y'all would comment asking me some questions. Whatever you'd like to know about myself, the life I live, whatever -- random things, something you're curious about, etc., etc.

Annnnnnndddd, in reply...I'll make a VIDEO!

That's right, folks! Instead of typing answers to your questions, I'm planning on making a vlog to answer them in!

So comment some questions (or tweet me: @imhaleyjane). I'll need enough to fill a video, so ask plenty. (:



on repeat • 03

My Father's Father by The Civil Wars
You're My Home by Billy Joel
Style by Taylor Swift
Make You Miss Me by Sam Hunt
Talking in Your Sleep by The Civil Wars
Bad Blood by Taylor Swift


maybe, finally -- home.

november 4, 2014

the sky was aflare, all streaked with brilliant orange. it was like burning gold.

in that moment it felt like maybe we were finally home.

and everything was going to be all right.


"I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you"

"I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you, and that you will work with these stories...water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom."

Clarissa Pinkola Estes

I wrote this awhile back. But, thanks to weird internet, I'm just now getting it posted. It's funny though, because in the end, I don't think I feel like this anymore. I'm glad I had to go.


Sometimes I give you thoughts that originally were recorded in my journal. But they're rounded out, shaped up into something a little prettier than that raw, sometimes gritty truth. But today, sentences straight from my journal.... About leaving, about being here instead of there.

This is where you're tested. Do you really like adventure? Or just the thought of adventure?

"I am thankful to have experienced so much, even though I am young, and have a lot more to learn, and am so undeserving.

"I wish all this could be, yet I could be home too and be changed and formed like this trip will do to me -- without leaving.

"But that's not how it works. You must go. You must let stories happen to you."

You must go. You must jump. You must stretch. It hurts. It'll hurt. And you're uprooted. But this must happen. This is how adventure happens. And you go.

But it's so so so worth it. For all the experiences you have that couldn't happen anywhere else. And by the grace of God you find that you can bloom where you're planted.

And maybe, you find, suddenly, that your roots are comfortable again.

Man, I think I've come to love this place.


So that's that. And now, I miss that place.