We walk through our storybooks, creating as we go, but when it comes to the puddles that contain the drops of life-long weather, we automatically anticipate that the experiences of each new page will inevitably feel just as yesterday's shows did. But then there...

When dragons call, it can feel as if we are too far gone to ever get away from the repetitive conversations so we stop in familiar places and feel identical reactions because, after all, if they are here, then we must also belong in those same dark spaces as well....

Dear Me, I have watched you over the years, wandering back and forth through the weather of emotions that have remained fully committed to leading us back to the space where no one, including ourselves, knows how to meet us at whatever point that we were currently in....

Within a seed is a plant that then brings the opportunity for more vegetation to develop from it much like how a single word can artfully develop a whole narration that we will listen to on repeat even though we shouldn't. There is no comfort in what we have gotten...

The further away we believe we are from strength's descriptions, the more we are aware of the war that darkness has with our functioning and it's in those moments that we feel left out of the idea of what resilience seems to be for others. How we exist in the truth of...

Regardless of where we are, feels can stir up our words so much so that in the conversations with ourselves, lies sound like the righteousness of our stories while the truth shape shifts into the lying dragons that remind us we are living without being enough. We...