You are everything that I had been looking for––almost.
Time spent with you was the perfect storm of exhilaration and ease. The mundane moments felt like treasures to be hunted for and kept for safe keeping. I reminisce on the …
I do that thing where I ride my bike to the gym to go to a cycling class. It’s funny cause the ride to the gym feels like this simple breeze, the conduit to get to the next thing, while …
The dorm room was like any other. It was the beginning of term and didn’t quite have the overpowering musk of spilt beer and sweat––it was still mild. The windows were open, offering a light breeze; and while it was …
It’s running rampant. It’s everywhere. You might try and close your door to it, shift the shades, and use the big bolt lock. It will still get in. It will find you in the shower, in the grocery store line, …
Here we are again, another March, another day devoted, another coming together. Pockets of smaller communities and groups meshing together, a meeting of hearts, friends, and minds to Stand with one another in solidarity. If you have participated in the …
_____ isn’t about you.
I know you would like to believe it is. To place yourself in the center. To maintain the notion that you are the sun, and your pull keeps us encircled. And sure, you aren’t entirely to …
Like Mozart I take to the keys. Though mine are not melodic, but harsh truths of near pasts and closer futures. I find that putting my words down is a release, as I am sure many can relate, I aim …
Write something real they said. Say how you feel they encouraged. Your words matter. Your story is relevant. I heard this over and over. And yet, I was constantly held back from being utterly and unapologetically authentic. I stood in …
In my junior year at UC Santa Barbara I took a class titled Literature and the Environment. From an interdisciplinary perspective the class focused on environmental issues while examining the various ways literature approaches the subject of “nature.” It was …
(Note: This post continually quotes from Marianne Williamson’s A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of A Course in Miracles).
It recently dawned on me that through my posts here, random blurbs on Instagram, and status updates on …
Yesterday, today, and the two before, were some of the most beautiful days San Francisco has had in awhile. The sun rose with no clouds to interfere, and unlike many of our Bay mornings, afternoons, and evenings, the sun actually …
We all do it. Walking down the street, late at night, in the wee hours as we beg for sleep to join us, or in the shower: we have aha! moments. An idea, a path, a plan comes into mind, …
I met you today on the corner of Polk and Turk. You stopped to wait at the same light, and as the seconds counted down you turned towards me, smiled, and asked how my morning was. I realized you …
It’s interesting the things that build on each other. Someone gives you a smile, you then lend a hand, it sparks your day, the sunset is perfect. Is it beautifully vast with electric colors and amazing clouds? No its rainy …
I don’t know much, about blogs. When they got popular? When or if they have climaxed? I am late to the game. For years I told myself, start a blog, write everyday, take these ideas and put them somewhere. Weeks, …
It was with weighted hearts that many of us fell asleep last night. A blow to a belief system isn’t an easy pill to swallow. Many watched the results from the privacy of their homes, feeling the weight based on …