The Space Between

Some days the current of the space between flows like a slow lazy river, taking it’s time. Supple and enjoyable. Its hand dangling in the water of life. Sipping a cup of coffee. Hearing every sound that the world makes. Languishing.

Are you worthy?

Once upon a time, I was taught to believe that I was unworthy.

Words Define

On a bright cheery morning as I scrolled through my social feeds, I came across a small post that was about changing the verbiage from “I am sorry” to “Thank You.” It went a little something like this: “lately I’ve been replacing my “i’m sorry’s” with “thank you’s,”...

Being Love

A few years ago, I was brought the lesson of hate, haters, negativity. I was brought this lesson in the form of those people who “love” us. I was brought this lesson by those people who I had thought were my greatest supporters.

Playing Small

For years, I was told I was “too intense” and that I should “tone it down a notch” and other similar statements from people who were uncomfortable with me being me. I am loud, animated. I talk with my hands. I have been asked, more than a few...

From the chaos …

Change, change, everywhere there’s change. I am a fan of change. I know that sounds weird. After all, we are taught that change is scary and should be feared, right? We see articles and news posts, and memes all talking about how change makes us nervous and messes...

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