When the evening draws to a close, and the moon begins to whisper a trail across a blackened sky, chasing after the remnants of an orb that was swallowed into the earth, it is then that you stir, you tumble, it seems, and, with every tumble, love wades in deeper, stronger.
You cannot sit there and begin to imagine half of what my struggle here has been, the slow and agonizing safari I found myself forced to take into the depths of my self, to realize that the box I checked to self-identify within these borders opened me up to so much hate. You cannot even […]
You throw those words around with the cruelest of intentions, to puncture a heart and to cripple a soul. A need to see one bleed and writhe in utter pain to make it alright for you to wallow in and share the pain that you multiply up in your mind, causing you to pull your […]
It’s new and it’s amazing but it’s also breathtakingly scary, dealing with the unknown… yet knowing what’s coming. The excitement is palpable, and, yes, the fear is real but having a chorus of hands waiting to catch you if you stumble, fall or both is supremely uplifting… Appreciation and astonishment at the circle that forms […]
A change is coming, winds are blowing. Roots one knew one had but never realized how adaptive they could be, are forming around this change, roots to hold one still in the midst of the storm. A change is coming.
When you leave the country, you learn to lie. When you were 17 and leaving the 254 borders for the first time, heading out on a plane to the land of milk and honey, nobody warned you that it was not ALL milk and honey. More like really bad mala and horribly made molasses syrup. […]
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Love, Loss, and Life's Adventures
The heart harries the mind to tarry; only dead fish go with the flow
The dream is free; the hustle is sold separately
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
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