I am counting on gut feelings and the secret passageways of the universe to ferry me towards all that I’m meant for. Those moments that don’t make sense at all but call for a sense of urgency. Those loose ends that take months to tie themselves together into something divine and unforeseeable. I’m done forcing corner pieces together with unrelenting frustration. Never again will ignore … Continue reading The backseat

What is love in a pandemic? Belabored distance. Profound longing wrapped in terror. Hopefulness to contrast even the bleakest landscape. It is finding common ground with the people you deemed alien. It is working towards a common good. The most likely catalyst for the unity our dreamers have dreamt. One underlying thread woven in the fabric of our lifetime that equalizes us. We’re all locked … Continue reading love in the time of corona

Suddenly you find that you have less time for all that nothing. Good distractions. You have novels to write and laces to tie on your pointe shoes. One day you notice that the days don’t do that strange dance where they drag and they fly at the same time, and they carry you behind them. Suddenly your hours are filled with purpose and they end … Continue reading parallel universes

A sudden snow flurry in the Texas hill country. It’s welcomed in with delightful protestations and it decided to stay for the afternoon. It bestows upon its gracious hosts seven hours of quietly falling magic. It blankets our scorched earth with its tender offering. It dots the sky with impairing frequency. It brings to a warm, quiet place it’s special brand of wonder. And like … Continue reading unexpected magic

I don’t prescribe to the “hustle”. I refuse to live a life bounded by the force-fed imperialist dreams that they’ve allowed us to claim as our own. You can’t take power back from the supply chain on which you are a cog. You can only be ceded it. Don’t let them fool you. It only benefits them if you accept their 9-5 under rebranding and … Continue reading Sweet fruit nectars, dry meads

I feel like a broken record that only plays very nice songs. A scratch in the vinyl that adds resonance to the piece that it plays. I keep saying the same glorious things about making things for ourselves and the simple ingenuity in just doing what we’ve prescribed ourselves to overthink. But don’t let that convince you that I don’t know sad songs. There are … Continue reading A people of pestilence and death

It’s not so hard to live faithfully to your compass. It is ourselves who have gotten lost. The trees around us started to look familiar, the way still hadn’t cleared and we had walked so far. We began to think we were being lied to. We should be there by now. We abandoned the blind faith we had come armed with and chose to decipher … Continue reading A chink in the armor

To new worlds and undiscovered country. I like where it leads and what it promises. Supple seeds planted in new soil. Suns that don’t blister rising over virgin horizons. I enter them brand new with only good intentions. Shed of my fear-based self doubts like a molted bird, with yet unbroken wings. The opportunity of such untilled earth is not lost on me, I feel … Continue reading A terraformed life

Time is what it undeniably is without concern for your definition of it. Enviably genuine to its cause and nature without regard for what we will it to be. One linear existence that stretches on more reliably than anything else in the universe. It doesn’t care if it’s your birthday, or the first day of the year. It’s not bothered by your intentions or your … Continue reading What is given

Perhaps every person is a rose. Beautiful, full, capable of great levels of seduction. But we all have our thorns. We’ll all prick when held just the right way. Perhaps it’s not a failing but an inevitability. We fawn over the way others let their petals droop. We wish we were as effortless or graceful as they. We wonder if their thorns are smaller, less … Continue reading The injustice of heart