Nothing prepares us to go through the real things that occur in temporary moments but somehow eventually become the distracting communications from ourselves to ourselves that we mull over and over and over. Those messages hold us up as if we or our feelings are wrong...

Wherever we go, the darkness strikes us as being able to seamlessly follow and yet we are also use to bending backwards in order to locate it even though we don’t shift that much of ourselves for the things that feel good. And on the days where we are under the weight...

While navigating the changes that we want and the ones that have enfolded us despite our hopes, it’s not what’s around our gardens that affects our growth but what gets into our spaces from other grounds that are only able to guess about the kinds of connections that...

We don’t naturally greet our pain with courage because it is far more normal for the emotional cost of unpleasant things to have us feeling overwhelmed and defeated then it has ever been for us to perceive of the bravery in being kind while suffering....

It’s hard to move forward from painful events if we don’t have some sort of proof that there is an agreement on what has occurred and without it, it feels like someone else is telling our story with words that leave out who we are and how we were impacted in those...

When the things that we have met personally have their meanings marked out by the perception of those who have unconnected life experiences, our own joy becomes uninhabitable and yet we will search through the words of others to find the answers for why ours is...