Who are we? The split screen subtle pain of people with double names Who are we? That fight for a … Continue reading Our secret selves
Warning: this is not elegant or profound. Continue reading A letter to life’s editor.
Just a bit uninspired. Continue reading The Travel Come Down
Just having a moment. We all have them. Continue reading Online filter
It’s probably the… exhaustion tension excitement joy satisfaction frustration separation limbo insolation farewells love of adventure feeling of home desire … Continue reading I always cry at airports.
The houses cuddle together at the bottom of the enormous peaks. They whisper home and humanness to me. The mountains … Continue reading through the mountains
Kindness, integrity and compassion are free. Be generous. Continue reading A small reminder
Oh how infuriating that Hate is So closely Linked to Love! Continue reading I don’t know if I agree – do you?
We don’t echo. We resonate. We reach across Oceans, Deserts, Mountains. We bounce right back off of each other. We … Continue reading Free
Where the Spleen became conscious of feeling. My uncle had died. My family we gathered at my aunt’s. My cousin (who had lost his dad) was devastated. And we started talking. Silly talk: talk about where we truly feel things in our body. Lots of organs felt lots of things but the one that felt the darkest of things was the spleen. For some reason we decided it was the organ which felt truest pain – pain that was too much for the heart. That night, I’m sure, both our spleens were in agony. Continue reading Don’t forget