Hi there! I’m Rebecca and I’m 31 years old.
I feel most alive when I’m learning something new / growing in some way,
and when I’m connected to my higher self / Oneness / present moment / spirit / inner universe / Mother Earth. (There are many different words for this experience; I’m still playing around to see which feels most resonant to me at this time.)
Lately, that learning has involved exploring my Inner Universe.
My days are often filled with much space and solitude.
I usually don’t know where I’ll be living six months from the present. Since my surroundings continually change, here are some of my cozy constants:
- Sending and decorating snail mail
- Writing with pen and paper
- Reading (here’s what I’m reading now; here’s what I read in 2019)
- Eating plants; cooking/baking with plants
- Wander walking / hiking
- Drinking tea; tea ceremony
- Connecting with my body, breath, and nature
- Documenting my days in a day marker art journal
- Creating (poems, paper things, songs, ideas)
- Painting watercolor portraits for my 100 Portraits project
- Pursuing my curiosities—slowly
- Playing with my ukulele
- Being aware; noticing
- Listening to Real Talk Radio with Nicole Antoinette
- Thanking the people who have had an impact on me
- Reflecting—in thought and in writing
- Encouraging others to create (anything!) and be adult beginners
- Consuming content consciously
I believe we are and become so many different people in the span of a lifetime. Who I am today is not who I was last month, and I’m excited to meet myself in a year. So what about our thoughts that have been captured in writing—what do they tell us about the person who wrote them? Natalie Goldberg captures my feelings superbly in this passage from “Writing Down the Bones”:
“They were my thoughts and my hand and the space and the emotions at that time of writing. Watch yourself. Every minute we change.”
While I am not my past selves, there are still clues and insight wrapped in the writing of past me’s. Here’s where I’ve journaled publicly (blogged) during my 20s:
- ages 20 to 23: Oh No She Madridn’t
- ages 23 to 28: Rebe With a Clause
^^ If you get to a weird poker site while viewing this blog, replace “.com” with “.net” on any page to return to Rebe With a Clause. My domain expired (long story) and I couldn’t get it back, so purchasing rebewithaclause.net was my temporary workaround.
And for further proof of becoming and shedding past identities, here’s how I described myself on this site in 2017: