I promised myself to never be baptized in the waves of abundance forgetting that water is not served fresh in everyone's cup slowly washing away todays debris from my skin, the water shooting from our pipes in rushes to be reunited with its vessel forgetting not everyone has the privilege of banishing their blood sweat…
Connected
Not only am I safe, I am, nestled in the womb of the universe whose body has not yet banished me to a space outside of it. Separated by skin. No. Not only am I safe, I am growing. Growing not in the multiplication of my atoms but in the seeds reaped by my circumstance.…
Evening Epiphanies Series 1: Why I started a blog.
Tonight, I write. To write is to pray, and this is where I find my flow. A thing those who tell others how to live experience as "a state of time-bending joy". My consumption of self-help knowledge is somewhat problematic, but we'll talk about that later. The goal of this blog is to set my…
There Are No Words 