Category: Journal

I want to burn with you. I want you to consume me so that all I am is your breath in my lungs, your beating in my heart, your blood in my veins, your thoughts in my head, and you words in my mouth. All I want is you, from the moment I wake to…

Have you ever planted a seed?    Perhaps, if you have, you will remember what it was like. You will remember the scent of the earth, the dark, deep, richness of it. You will remember the earth parting as you dug a hole. And you will remember looking down at the palm of your hand, where…

I remember, when I was a little girl, my father told me how an archer learns to shoot for the very first time. When they are first learning to shoot they aim their arrow straight for the bullseye. Not because they will hit it, because most likely they will not. But if they aim for…

I know who you are. Yes you, you who is reading this right now and thinking that that’s a bit creepy and wondering just where I’m going to go with this. But I meant it. I do know who you are, and more importantly I know who you’re going to become. No, I’m not a…

Dear Younger Me, I remember you. You who has never met me. You who could never have imagined what I would become. You who knew so little of me, and yet you who I know so much of, so intimately. I watched you grow up. I watched you learn, and mature, and fall, and so…

I can feel this thing inside me, this thing that twists and burns and consumes the uttermost parts of me. I am alight with it, burning hot and brilliant. It is there in the blood of my veins, there behind my eyes, there wherever I go. Always there. Always burning. My passion. So let the…

They are strong, the healers. Bravest of hearts are they, wisest and most noble of souls. They carry power in their words, and strength in their hearts, and wisdom in their minds. And they go about opening their beautiful hearts and scooping up all that beautiful love and filling up so many empty cups. And…

We are beautiful creatures. Some of us dream that we are lost, turning around and around inside our minds. Our hands touch the stone of our walls, our fingers caress the memories we long to forget. Our eyes are closed, and we go around and around. Lost. Some of us dream that we are afraid,…

My world is a circle, in which I find myself searching for relevance. And I, amidst the swirl of colors, am but a heart of questions. I think perhaps, that in search of my answers, I desire to be found. And therefore I shout, “I am lost!” and wonder if all along I have been…

  “Fake it ’til you make it.”   Does that phrase sound familiar?    It’s late at night, I’m lying in my bed, and I just had a revelation.    What if it’s not about faking it?    I mean hear me out now. How many of y’all have had a really bad day, like a woke-up-with-a-toothache, spilled-coffee-on-your-shirt, late-for-work kinda…