Christina Rosalie

{ This is my topography. }

I don’t know how she does it, guilt, and telling another kind of story entirely

I don’t know where I am going yet, but I know that this is the beginning. The beginning of finding true velocity: a unity of moments, a lithe tempo, a right algorithm of speed and grace. I am still rather far from it now, in the final semester of school, with my new job already [...]

Work-Life balance: Daily routines and the quality of light

I leave and arrive now in the in-between light; the light first spreading from the un-tucked hems of the morning, or the light leftover at the end of the day that spreads like a stain across the tablecloth of evening. On the way in, I drive with Bean. For the first part of the drive [...]

When opportunity arrives

My nearly three year old Sprout settles into my arms in a familiar way that I can’t even describe. It is a language we share, between our bodies. Another way of saying LOVE, this thing that we do, folding into each other, his small arms and legs wrapped around my torso, the heft of him [...]

7 things I’m doing to rest + recalibrate this weekend:

1. Slipping offline for the weekend 2. Layering pretty dresses + winter cords, painting my finger nails, and putting henna in my hair 3. Taking walks alone to stalk the Piliated woodpecker in the far meadow, and follow coyote tracks 4. Emptying my inbox entirely 5. Clearing the number of feeds in my RSS reader [...]

A creative loophole:

That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over and over. Why? Me with my arms outstretched, feet in first position. The chromosome half of us don’t have. Second to last in the alphabet: almost there. Coupled with an L, let’s make an adverb. A modest X, legs [...]

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    I am a writer, mixed-media artist, idea starter, stalker of wonder, finder of four leaf clovers, and mama of boys. ...{more}

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    White wine and woodsmoke; the ritual of sitting outdoors and writing as the sun goes down. My Felt bike + riding every weekend. Wearing my hair in loose braids on the weekends. Vanity Fair on my iPad and watching my son learn to read. Finding inspiration for long car rides and lazy weekend afternoons at in AnOther and Audiofiles. [MORE ...]
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