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Ellie Gifford
Ontario
Ready to take on the world with paper, scissors and glue....and some rainbow markers...and a cupcake...or two!
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I swore that I saw you yesterday. If we're being honest, I see you everywhere, every day: Even though...it's never truly been you. I smelled your cologne on someone else's skin, turning, seeking you. Closed my eyes and it was like I was right there with you. Like you never... Continue reading
Posted Jul 10, 2017 at 365 Stories of Wonder
My head is in my hands and my heart is in my throat. My eyes are closed, but yours are on mine and I can feel them even though I'm no longer looking. I've gotten so used to feeling - to BEING - invisible, that this...it's like I'm naked under... Continue reading
Posted Jul 10, 2017 at 365 Stories of Wonder
His hands have a habit of finding rest on those places of my body that must have been crafted to be touched by a man. The spread of a palm across the small of my back as he guides me ahead of him. Through a threshold, around a corner, past... Continue reading
Posted Jun 28, 2017 at 365 Stories of Wonder
The storm had been raging for hours. She was grateful to have had the foresight to set our candles and charge her phone. The battering outside her windows wasn't letting up anytime soon, and the power had finally calls it quits. Every so often, the wind rattle against the antique... Continue reading
Posted Jun 28, 2017 at 365 Stories of Wonder
If I could see your aura, I bet it would unfurl around your body in the most magnificent shades of blue. All the hues, like ocean waves shifting from the brightest, calming aqua to angry, mysterious navy. Your aura would mimic the calls of your soul, the emotions you've worn... Continue reading
Posted Jun 28, 2017 at 365 Stories of Wonder
Can we talk about soulmates for a minute? There is a man that I knew, but hadn't seen in years. Known by name and not much more. We exchanged idle conversation - "how are you's" and simple get know you questions, always divided by a countertop, by age and circumstance.... Continue reading
Posted May 31, 2017 at 365 Stories of Wonder
felt out of place here, but completely at home at the same time. The music was loud, but the melodies were familiar. The decor was clean, bright, but with dark rustic touches that balanced the space perfectly. There were photographs of various pieces of work placed in clusters on the... Continue reading
Posted Feb 15, 2017 at 365 Stories of Wonder
Her hand rests softly on the pillow between us, palm up and fingers curled gently in on themselves. I can see her eyes fluttering behind her lids, hear her breath quickening as she slumbers. A deep inhale; a laboured, slow exhale. Her fingers clench and retreat, legs scissoring across one... Continue reading
Posted Feb 15, 2017 at 365 Stories of Wonder
There are moments where she still feels the flutter in her chest as she pullled his key out to let herself into his apartment. Where she can still smell his skin. Like soap and faintly of fresh sweat, but never cologne. The kind of scent one can't detect unless two... Continue reading
Posted Feb 15, 2017 at 365 Stories of Wonder
I can feel an ant crawling its way across my foot, another up my ankle. I look down, but they've changed directed, scuttling towards the ground, away from my sticky, sun-drenched skin. I should be doing anything but this. Cleaning. Folding. Working. Sweating. Prepping. And yet...here I am. Heat like... Continue reading
Posted Feb 15, 2017 at 365 Stories of Wonder
wait. don't you remember? those sweet words and heady promises. those whispered moments uninhibited in the dark... Flesh. Between my teeth, under my lips. kneaded [needed] by my fingers. wait! don't you remember? the feel of my back, pressed against your front... the feel of my hair soft beneath your... Continue reading
Posted Feb 15, 2017 at 365 Stories of Wonder
My breath is heavy and laboured. I can feel sweat rolling in rivulets across my skin - down my arms, along the bridge of my nose, sliding between my breasts. I force myself to inhale deeply through my nose, holding the air in my lungs before exhaling slowly, so slowly.... Continue reading
Posted Dec 8, 2016 at 365 Stories of Wonder
It's late now, probably hours past midnight at this point. The logs on the fire have long past burned, dwindled down to neon embers in the bottom of the stone-rimmed fire pit. The nip in the air is a gentle reminder that September has arrived, and i pull on my... Continue reading
Posted Dec 8, 2016 at 365 Stories of Wonder
I leave the raucous Saturday night party early. Friday was fun, and she was there, but tonight it all just feels exhausting. I can see her on the other side of the fire pit, eyes shining with laughter as the firelight dances on her features and in her eyes. Her... Continue reading
Posted Dec 8, 2016 at 365 Stories of Wonder
My hands are aching and my lungs are on fire. There is sunlight flickering between the fat, falling flakes, but I can't really see it. My eyes are blurry, my breath hitching as my body is wracked with sobs. The kind that leave you gasping, hiccuping, reaching for a hand... Continue reading
Posted Nov 13, 2016 at 365 Stories of Wonder
shoes off. Socks off. Shirt off. Pants too. Leave them in a heap on the dock - no one will want them, anyways. It's so loud. Noisy, noisy, why won't it.just.stop! The air is briny and sticky and my heart is racing so fast i'm afraid it might beat right... Continue reading
Posted Nov 13, 2016 at 365 Stories of Wonder
His hands were empty. His bed - rumpled from a restless sleep, but also empty. And his heart? Emptier still. He'd been holed up in here since she left. Left. That implied she might come back - but no, there was no coming back from this. From cancer. From death.... Continue reading
Posted Nov 12, 2016 at 365 Stories of Wonder
I sit in this spot every single week - multiple times, actually. Far enough away from the coffee shop door to escape the chill of the outdoor air as it opens, but not so far back that I miss out on what happens within its walls. My notebook sits open... Continue reading
Posted Nov 11, 2016 at 365 Stories of Wonder
After four negative pink and blue lines in the previous months, her heart was cautiously optimistic. Maybe this time would be different. She read the instructions again, just in case it wasn't as easy as the last test. It was, of course. You don't need a degree to pee on... Continue reading
Posted Aug 19, 2016 at 365 Stories of Wonder
She could remember the feel of his skin under her fingers as though they had disconnected contact only moments before. In reality, it had been years since she had felt the heat of his broad back radiating below the warmth of her hands. Had been years since he had rolled... Continue reading
Posted Aug 19, 2016 at 365 Stories of Wonder
You're so right Ashley! the pressure we put on ourselves is just so unrealistic...we forget that slow, measureable changes are often longer lasting and more impactful that massive snap decisions. Good luck with your new changes - you got this girl!
Toggle Commented Feb 2, 2016 on on living whole at Wide Eyed With Wonder
That comment lit up my evening Katrina <3 Thank you so much xo
Toggle Commented Feb 2, 2016 on on living whole at Wide Eyed With Wonder
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inside // the furniture is covered in dog hair because #huskylife, the table is covered in well-being books and notebooks, and it is quiet because my whole family is sleeping. I probably should be as well, but alas...writing feels more important at the moment. outside // Today it is overcast... Continue reading
Posted Feb 1, 2016 at Wide Eyed With Wonder
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I came to a realization this past month. I have been living with a false belief that if I wasn't doing all.the.WHOLE.things. that I couldn't do any of them. If I wasn't eating organic everything, then I shouldn't be eating organic anything. If I wasn't making my own kombucha that... Continue reading
Posted Feb 1, 2016 at Wide Eyed With Wonder
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If you know me "in real life" or you follow along on my social media channels...you likely know by now that my family lost my father on January 12th. It came as a huge shock to us - with no real warning signs or markers, he passed away at the... Continue reading
Posted Jan 27, 2016 at Wide Eyed With Wonder