Writer. Alchemist. Freedom Enthusiast.⁂
Of the Ocean, in a Pond
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They arrived with a Full Moon midnight breeze, on the evening after we did. Unlike us, the townspeople are averse to their presence. So it didn’t take long for them to sharpen their pitchforks and show up on our doorstep.
- Top Story - January 2022
A Pipe Called PeaceTop Story - January 2022
Sweet clouds billow from my lips and for the first time in over a decade, I don’t judge myself for their creation. I inhale support, exhale that feeling like the whole world is sitting on my chest. My nervous system softens into equilibrium and I hear myself say the words “thank god” out loud. A beloved plant, an old friend invites me to breathe, laugh, surrender.
The Art of Living
Her presence commands the attention of all—she is the sunshine personified. Although generally adorned in dazzling shades of turquoise silks and a 1000-kilowatt smile, those who know her understand that her show-stopping exterior is but a pale reflection of the vastness of her heart.