Since I was a child I have loved flying into cities at night Rows and circles of tiny, flickering lights Clusters of homes and buildings And you in the airplane that someone is staring up at, wondering where it’s going Continue reading candles in the dark
the leaves have started to burn umber on the edges the crisp fall wind and the still-warm sun sounds of distant leafblowers a transition to the time for reflection and celebration steets alight and spirits light Continue reading rustling leaves
It’s windy outside, the jackets of passersby flapping against them Gray, overcast. As it usually is this time of year as winter approaches. The sugary crust of pastries fills the air as you sip the first of your espresso. Quaint cafés like this always have the best bread, you think to yourself, wondering if you should order a basket with butter. Continue reading un espresso
to be right is easy to be in control a game of politics and influence but to be authentic is to vulnerable. creativity is impossible without vulnerability- the possibility of being wrong, rejected, or opposed. then ask what am I holding back? and share that. Continue reading on vulnerability
the human body is an incomprehensible piece of art and engineering if you take time and learn it you find that it is not just a vehicle but an oasis of consciousness Continue reading the body
we are constantly in thought a river of internal language and dialogue that we float down if you stand on the shore a while and observe the way the river bends and moves you are free. you find that without thought, you still exist. and it is more peaceful here. Continue reading river of thought
looking out the window, watching everything pass you by not being in control I miss it sometimes. Continue reading the back seat
pebbles on the shore smoothed and weathered. I want to know the waves and the wind that shaped you so I understand you better. Continue reading the waves and the wind
While swimming through water you want to make the least amount of splash possible, because they are wasted energy That water isn’t working towards propelling you forward, it’s flying upwards Do work beneath the surface, trust the process Continue reading splashes
we are born and get a name for our story but we don’t yet know how to put ink to paper so we cry shared stories ground reality(s) we weave checkered quilts of ourselves and everything around us on the pages? Continue reading the power of stories
