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* Breaking Lenten IG fast to post this so I can get started on this project! If you want to respond- please use the email provided, not DMs. Thank you x1000. ♥️♥️♥️ I am working on the very beginnings of a music and creative writing project that is very near to my heart. What I am looking for is a group of ordinary individuals who are willing to tell a story of one extraordinary thing/moment/ event/ or period of life that they have lived. This can be told anonymously or publicly (credited) and chosen stories will be published in some fashion. The focus of this project is the idea that ordinary people - average Janes and Joes- have at least one incredible story to tell- something worth the autobiography that will likely never be published. Something worth a read. Something as gripping as a novel. Everyone has something. I want to celebrate it, using it to unite and bring joy and awareness and closeness to those around us. This is a project I intend to pour a lot into and will reveal more about soon. To be clear, these do not have to be bizzare events or cliches, like being dead for minutes in the hospital and coming back or seeing a UFO, or meeting Dolly Parton in a gas station. Nothing is too big, small, dark, light, or complex. I am looking for stories that cut through the ether and translate straight to the heart of us- whatever that means to you. For now, I will be taking submissions or suggestions of people to talk to at katebowenmorse@gmail.com. Send a contact/lead or a brief discription of your story. All submissions will remain confidential unless otherwise discussed and can also be submitted anonymously. This is public. Please share ♥️
I’m in Colorado and have not had a chance to take any pics, so here’s a pic from a couple months ago in the mountains 🏔 to represent the beauty hiding behind the snow-smog in Denver. I’m pausing insta browsing for the duration of Lent. I don’t feel all dramatic and hateful towards this platform, but I do just simply look at it too much. As a creative and a remote worker, it’s sometimes a life-line, and sometimes the thing that pulls you under, ya know? Anyway, I’ll be back with a cute pic on Easter Sunday. Have a blessed Ash Wednesday, and I hope we all never stop feeling little when we look at the Rockies. ♥️♥️♥️ #Lent
“Keep pushin’ ‘til it’s understood and these badlands start treating us good”
What’s the best record you love that no one knows about? This is mine 🌾🌾🌾comment your answers. I’m on a 20 hour drive and would love some good listening material that’s hiding under the surface. #TheRaveUps #townandcountry
It has been the weirdest few weeks. Transition phase times 4,000, some of which I can’t even explain or elaborate on, but man... growth is a powerful thing, even when it’s uncomfortable. So here’s a selfie of me after “trying” to look pretty this morning so all y’all know I haven’t fallen off the face of the internet 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️ Also... why is it that great ideas come from hard times? I’m literally waking up dreaming about songs and books and podcasts. Life is beautifully weird. ♥️♥️♥️PS. I love you @zach_c_morse and am sorry I’m out of town every time I look cute 😂
I had JUST married that guy in this photo. Our Christian wedding was two days later. The white church, the priest, the family. But this was our legal wedding. It was very different. Why did we have two weddings? Our priest is super serious about separation of Church and State, so he doesn’t do the licenses. We didn’t really even take this day overly seriously because we wanted the church ceremony to be special. But in a strange little way, this was just as much “us” as our wedding mass. I literally got stranded in Chicago the night before after traveling to Green Bay for a solo acoustic college show (it paid well and we needed that honeymoon cash!) Zach had already received his family in Nashville. I flew in at 7am and we got married at 11am. I had barely slept. We were married by a beautiful, female, African American judge. She was so cool. She makes little artificial bouquets in her office so that courthouse brides always feel special. I still have mine. White and yellow roses. We said our vows. I can barely remember it... but I remember being so happy because he wasn’t nervous at all to marry me. I always expect people to get tired of me, leave me, abandon me, change their mind about me... I don’t know why it is. I have amazing parents, but it is true- that’s how I feel. He didn’t run, though. So, we kissed in the middle of downtown. We went and had a cheeseburger with his grandparents. And he still hasn’t run. Not from my frantic pace, my intense spirit, my sneaky Bowen temper, or my drive to change any and everything that feels too comfortable. I haven’t been scared off from his faults either. And to be honest, we are 6 years in and I keep saying “last year was just the set up, restart year. This year it will be easier.” It never is. For about 1000 reasons I haven’t discussed here, this has by all accounts been one of the worst seasons of our life. We even really asked each other if we could keep going. We did. We loved up on each other all afternoon. And we are gonna go get burger tonight, and then probably a strong drink. And tomorrow, we just keep going. I love him in my soul, my past, my future. You are it. ♥️ #Valentines
Had such a hard weekend, and our new adventure has been set back in a few really unexpected ways. Back on my poems today- trying to keep a little creative promise. I got a crazy paper cut today and these two thoughts came of it. #wyomingpoems