“Personal growth requires discomfort and change, breaking oneself down to transform into something or someone new.”

Click to read my metaphorical ramblings on metamorphosis.


“My head

is out of the sand and into the sky.”

Click to read my (simple) ramblings on breaking cycles.

Silence Speaks

” If you lifted the top of my cranium, words would spiral out, or, perhaps, break free like butterflies in a box. I’m a communicator, which, at times to others’ dismay, has helped me sift through relationships, determining which ones have depth and which ones divide… So – as a communicator, when I’ve fallen silent, my silence speaks the loudest.”

Click to read my ramblings on reciprocity.

an Allegory of Absorption

“We’ve all heard the Greek myth of Narcissus – the beautiful man who was so enraptured with his own reflection that he couldn’t look away”

Click to read my ramblings on how mythology is not so mythological.

Written in Ink

“Look, I don’t need a band-aid

I need you to clean up my amputated limb here.”

Click to read my ramblings on actions and consequences.

7 things I have learned in 2017

“Without change – physically or philosophically, we stagnate. What have I learned in 2017 that will allow me to grow?”

Click to read the 7 things I’ve learned in 2017.

No empathy? No sympathy.

“I will not set myself on fire to keep others warm.”

Click to read my ramblings on self-compassion.

Other People

“Grief. That abstract concept that applies to other people – other, unlucky people.”

Click to read my ramblings on a tormented heart.

Finding Narnia: A Guide for Adults

“When contrasting my childlike spirit with my adult lack there-of, I’ve realized that adults are too tied to an agenda – that we have forgotten how to make the most of the simple moments in our quest to find the Narnia of experiences. What if Narnia is that quiet night at the hotel with someone you love?”

Click to read my ramblings on finding Narnia as a semi-imaginative adult.

Perfectly Imperfect, like my lawn

“I always feel accomplished when we are done, and we laugh as the next band of wind knocks down leaves to take the place of the ones we just raked away. It’s almost metaphorical. Nothing is ever perfect. Everything requires cyclical tending and nurturing. ”

Click to read my ramblings on fall traditions