Leah Farmer

Personal perspectives on faith, literature, and life.

Friday, August 29th, 2014

Still

I went to a meeting this morning where I felt anything but still walking in…and yet I was still as I sat there and gave input without being worked up. That stillness came from a place other than my first nature. And for that other place, I am grateful to the creator of my soul.

Badass Girls Club

I am a member of the Badass Girls Club and my darling friend Nicole is too. She was probably a member long before I was really a badass. She blesses me with her honesty and her kindness and her acceptance. And today she got a tattoo.

Talking Body

Sat over a beer discussing Brazilian waxes, sex, and other important real things with Nic post tattoo today. It was brief and lovely and as always healing.

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