Welcome to my personal blog where observations turn into expression and silence into language. A place where I stop narrating life in my head and start placing it out into the world. Writing for me is deciding to participate in my own life. A decision to document what I think and question, and what I’m unlearning and becoming. This is the journey of practice to being fully present in my own story. Ultimately, this blog is for the love of writing. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy!
Imagine never exploring the infinitely linear landscape of your own mind. Imagine never taking off from the ever-shrinking and speeding circle of trending topics. Around and around and…
Rippling, a wayward dream gone, bristling out in streamed lines changing tides with blind precision in a medium vacuumed of care. How is it that I caused the…
Full circle moments. When the ocean has rained down its last drop from the sky, when the viewer is viewed and the questions are answered, is this what…
Living with time versus watching time go by. It’s no wonder I’m perceiving different relevancies (or is it relativities?). Acquiescent to anxieties to leave my current situation towards…
Parables speak in cursive. Rather than walking in straight lines, they loop and lean, and return to themselves. Sometimes I wonder if it’s naive to write and speak…
I lost the ability to respect myself and my decisions. We are annoyed when others never commit to the plans and promises they make, or when we realize…