There is cognitive dissonance which exists when a writer ceases to write. For any period of time, not participating in one’s passions can cause a myriad of reactions, one of which is the rationalization that “I don’t have anything worth saying”.
It devalues that which it once held as highest esteem – most cathartic and noble of efforts. It is a subversion of reality.

Here’s to the ones who feel happy.
In a good place in life, in career, in relationships, personally, internally, health-wise or mentally or physically.

Here’s to the ones who feel lost & confused.
Who thought they knew what to expect from something and instead, were thrown far beyond sight. Who thought they knew what to do or who to trust or where to go. Who now question what they know at all.

I finally saw first episode of HGTV’s Fixer Upper.     I know, I’m really behind. Through my fantastic Roku and my parent’s generosity of letting me register through their Direct TV, I can watch HGTV live if I wanted, but I can… Read More

I thrive on deep conversations. Surface level is not my comfort; in fact, it’s one of the most unsettling places I know. After all, we can no longer be strangers when we live authentic lives in the presence of others, and if… Read More

One of the undeniable attestations of being a human is growth will keep coming. One of the side-effects of being an adult is the hurt will visit frequently and the discomfort will be a close companion. I’ve had the topic to which… Read More

credit When it sneaks into facets of your life. Unpredictable, invasive, worming it’s way through healthiness and systematically degenerating the fruits of living. It can be different for everyone – what fear affects. What its triggers are. How heavy or fleeting it… Read More

Perspective of Posture

“Remember me not as I always was, but how I could sometimes be.”       I wrote that sentence early in High School, it could have been Middle School actually. I’m fuzzy on the details.            … Read More

Seriously. That’s not just a kitschy opening line – that is just fact. Examples:

July.                The last time I wrote here.       I let a couple of weeks go by and they turned into months.           I have a thought, but I let… Read More

Heavy the Oar to Him Who is Tired, Heavy the Coat, Heavy the Sea

“Heavy the oar to him who is tired, heavy the coat, heavy the sea” The title of this painting I beheld in the Art Institute of Chicago may have well be the beginning of a poem that could speak to the depths… Read More