It has been said that practicing will help us to perfect whatever we are trying to do, making it a permanent part of ourselves. What if, though, that action just becomes another color that is fastened to our stories without our actually feeling connected to it or...

Storms are actually two-way things where there are moments when the rain sounds like an unhappy tune on repeat and others that we don’t even notice that the sun is absent as it pours. The vibes of beams are just like that as well because there are cloudless days in...

We hope for the tomorrows because the past is supposed to be what we learn from not what we build on but the distance between here and there does not separate us from what is able to hold us captive in our own hearts. Even today our responses show the hidden effects...

The space between what we imagine we want and what actually happens is a place that is cloaked in a kind of darkness that moves us around even when we are standing still. It’s where the obscure grief of our lives reminds us that our souvenirs from the yesterdays do...

There are many different reasons why hope is shaped within each of us but every single one of those begins with the vulnerable desire for change. Change of what we no longer wish to have and to hold as a part of ourselves. On the upside of hope is our limitless...

(the life of grief) Once again as I turn the pages of another day, I find a myriad of memories of you stuck in places that I don’t remember putting them in. Some feel quite gritty against my heart as it moves with each beat while additional ones give the sensation of...