Anxiety is the raw trembling that opens the door to creation, not a curse but a threshold where the known dissolves into possibility. To...

Expectation without gratitude corrodes the soul, eating away at the quiet beauty of the present. It poisons the heart with a restless...

She doesn’t hate him. She doesn’t even notice him. He mistakes her silence for mystery, when in truth it is vacancy, a hollow corridor...

“When you start to feel down just remember that you can literally decide to accept yourself and live for today. Right now! And everything...

The elevated illuminated and creative mind knows that it sees through borrowed light darkly through the looking glass. Fire fleeting,...

Unicorns as beautiful souls live not in a quid pro quo world of bargains and balance sheets, not in consumption’s hunger nor in...

Semantics. Connotation. Denotation. Is everything. The way you speak is the way you think. Example: “I need to <insert behavior>” gets...

To be anxious is to be human. Kierkegaard wrote, “If man were an animal or an angel, anxiety would not be a problem.” Animals live by...

it’s still love not as savior, not as fool, It’s unrequited only different: a needle, a flame, a foil, a bottle, a body, in a small glass...

She moves through the morning like a pink rose unfolding…that is soft, defiant, unapologetically alive. An all seeing eye through the...

Speak, small still voice, through the din of doubt and the clamor of my need to be certain. Settle like dust on my trembling soul,...

Whisper to us again, O Mystery, in the hush between thoughts, when the world forgets how to listen. Remind us that we are worthy light,...

I am blessed to walk beside my friend who has brain cancer through his end of life journey. He has been really philosophical about life...

The beautiful mess of becoming human is not a flaw, but a sacred design where love tangles with chaos in the thrum of a single heartbeat....

A country run by banks will always be in debt, because profit demands hunger and scarcity dressed in the costume of progress. Its people...

There is no reward for faking happiness, only a silent erosion beneath the mask, a slow bleeding of authenticity that leaves the soul...

I love You with the ache of dry rivers longing for rain. I reach for You in silence, in shadow, in stillborn prayers that never stir the...

I don’t mind being used as long as I am enjoying it lmao, but let’s not pretend that pleasure erases the transaction. I have danced on...

…..An act of defiance, light and beauty carved by love into shame’s dark face….. It begins not with grandeur, but with a tremor. It...

Sadly, the closest thing to love some people will ever know is limerance. It mimics devotion with its trembling urgency, but beneath the...