Calling yourself a writer is not easy. It takes audacity to even let the words leave your mouth. Harder still to believe and stand tall along side them.I am a writer. I am an artistI create. I bleed. I breathe. I write.There, I said it.And fuck, if I don’t still...
By this age, I imagined I would know much more about love. As it stands, all I know is that I am humbled before the mystery of it all. And maybe that is actually everything.
I know nothing about love. No, that’s not exactly true. I know nothing about love that comes with a map or guarantee or even a set of rudimentary instructions. Instead, what I know is kind of a collective unknowing. It is a wisdom that lies only in understanding the...
You don’t have to know the right first step. You just have to be ready and willing to walk into the unknowing with all of your hope and all of your fear and all of your doubt and all of your bravery.
Truth? Sometimes I question every last thing I’m doing. Truth? Right now, those questions swirl every damn day. Is this also true for you? Still, we keep moving forward, you and I. We try new things. We doggedly keep on doing the old things because though they may not...
Trust in the wisdom of your undecided heart. Trust in your unknowing, love. Have faith in the space of indecision. There is wisdom here, just as there is when you are bold and steady and sure. Take your time here. Be gentle. Coax out your truth, and be willing to wait...
The less I know – the more the world opens up, wide and waiting. This is how I have come to understand the taste of freedom. I am filled with resistance. But still, I am here. One letter on this screen at a time, I am here. Neck aching and back bent and eyes burning,...
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