PJ of the mind

There is a part of me who wants it all, and she’s in constant opposition with the other part of me who already has it all. “I want a private jet to take me somewhere incredible,” the stubborn self demands. “We already have that,” the soulful self assures, though quietly, for there’s never been a

Purple thoughts

What do we write when the stuff has gone missing? When there is no particular topic and yet, feel compelled to put a pen in our hand. A rush of words gliding across the page to keep up with our insides pouring over. Her river, flowing again and we can touch the stones beneath our

21st century human: a poem

Can you watch a sunset without taking a photo? Can you sit in the sand without checking your phone? Could you go on a trip without telling anyone? Could you remember what happened just by being there? Can you feel connected to others through presence alone?

My godmother gave me a Louis bag

All my life, I dreamed that one day I would own a Louis Vuitton bag. In this fantasy, I would, of course, be wildly successful, walk into a fancy store with gold walls and pick out the one I loved most. In fact, I dare say I equated success with the very ability to buy

Freedom through Forgiveness

“It’s one of the greatest gifts you can give yourself, to forgive.” Why is it so much more difficult for us to forgive ourselves than it is to forgive the people we love? This is a question that often comes to mind in the midst of having made a mistake. I believe it stems from

Swiss Scribbles

Waiting for the electric sunrise, the flow of lights streaming in synchronicity as the streetlights come on; that one in the kitchen above the sink, the other beside the bed across town, another weaving through plants in the sun room, and the twinkly ones strewn over the fence on Chrum street; reflections of people living

Venice Vibes

To be among the boats like cars in the street, only bobbing. What it must be like for this to be your world, where garages float and taxi stands lie adjacent the water that dolphins pass through.  Here I was given just a taste, as much as was left of the coffee in my cup,

February (Pt. 2) Freakout

“How long should you try? Until.” I’d like to share that amidst my progression to be healthier this year, I’ve eaten some foods where health was certainly questionable. And though I felt guilty, I took a moment to stop and listen to the chattering mind that began to take over. Entertained by the ridiculousness of

Chesham Chatters

The tiny trail, though surely much longer than I thought it would be, nestled in a cozy town. Snoring softly in winter and brought to life by the yellow in the sun. The way of things. How lovely it is to go on a walk, alone with your thoughts and the flowers, passing through trees

Merrily Mary

A queue to big when considering the space, people line up nonetheless. Zigzagging over cobble stone, in a quaint little market, in view of a not-so quaint, magnificent castle. Coming from around the world to taste a bit of the thing that all from here say you must. For is it really a trip to