Category: Thoughts
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a letter to self on knowing
a reminder to self when feeling muddled.
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frustration
A stream of consciousness detailing my journey working through current feelings of frustration.
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Six Degrees of Separation
Have you heard of the Six Degrees of Separation, the concept that you can be connected to anyone in the world (celebrities, soul mate, someone in a country you’ve never heard of, historical figure, etc.) through six social connections or less? I find it fascinating that I could be connected to the president of another […]
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Bridging the Mind & Heart
It seems as if my latest challenge is in bridging the gap between these two: feeling and knowing. I find I am in the process of forging a connecting between the heart and the mind. The feeling and the knowing.
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An Essay on Death
My notion is that there is more to death than just an ending. That the dream continues on. That death actually becomes more life. There’s that saying: an ending is just another beginning. Maybe that’s what death is. Another beginning. Another dream for the dreamer to experience and live in.
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Murky Midnight Musings
A part of me has felt too proud to ask for help for a long time, as if I need to champion this life on my own. Maybe it’s influenced from my background: where strength of character has been measured by the amount of weight you can carry on your back, Paul Bunyan style. I’m a little more modern and Westernized for this notion, so I find the pride subsiding as I reach out a hand.
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Being a Traveler and Building Fires In Each Others’ Hearts
Travelers far and wide come together on a level playing field: a new terrain. Each of them bringing their own remnants of home, their own versions of building fires. When you place these characters together and witness what they build together, something magical begins to happen.
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Empty Spaces & New Chapters
Moving into my first apartment by the beach in California seems natural. Maybe because I’ve dreamed of this moment long enough that it already feels familiar.
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write anything.
I wouldn’t call myself a writer. I am a writer. I am someone who writes. I am someone who expresses theirselves best through words. And dance. But I wouldn’t call myself a dancer. I am a dancer. I am someone who dances. I am someone who expresses. I am someone. I am.
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Isolation Introspection Log #1
I am in this precarious balance between wanting to make things happen at a breakneck pace and surrendering to the mysteries of the Universe and allowing opportunities to naturally rise. I remind myself that the Universe isn’t in a rush…only my mind makes me think I am. Maybe being back in the city that never sleeps has an affect on my mindset. The rush to get from Point A to Point B…like a jackhammer to the road.
JUST LIKE JULIA 