About

My name is Esta.

I’m clumsy mostly. Long, gangly actions and words that always seem to jut out in places they don’t belong. I get scared of people. I write words on paper because in real life, my mouth stumbles often.

I am still trying to figure out why I even have a blog. I mean, really?

I’m a Canadian. A newly graduated nursing student in her early 20s. A wilderness lover living in a city of 5 million. A wilderness lover living her dream in the northern bush. A mission minded, hippy converted, lover of all things earthy.

I treasure velvet nights out on the water. Canoes. And sapphire stars. Shattered dreams in hearts of courage .

Babies with kissable dimples. Whispers in the twilight and the sound of a whippoorwill back in the pines. White birches and old musty books. Broken chains and freedom. Goblets and laughter. Yes, lots of laughter. And red kitchens. Joy in the morning, after the weeping. Scarves. Lily of the valley in old blue pottery.

 Bare feet dancing. Lilting music and old love songs. Words and writing. And gummy bears.

My feet like bare earth and I can never stop moving.

I tend to feel too much. I doubt a lot.

But I am loved by the Lover with the nail scared hands and hold to hope because of it.

I can be reached by email at estafaye@gmail.com . I would absolutely love to hear your story.

So ya.

 Hi

(awkward wave)