Time is the best gift any of us can give-or receive. Something happens as we age, almost as if life suddenly can become clearer and within what matters most. For me, it seems that only the moon knows the truth that my heart beats because when someone has spent the majority of their life alone, it’s not things, but presence that truly means the most. It’s presence that can transform ordinariness into memories that we will remember for the rest of our lives. Perhaps it’s about

Love has a way of unraveling even the best laid plans. Within the midnight lust of early Spring I tenderly touch the soft skin of my stomach feeling the knots of anxiety that arise whenever I feel myself stopping to wonder why; Why this life, this path, this journey. Of all the dreams I’ve ever had, you by far are the one I never planned for. Not only that, but it was so far removed from my reality that I never stopped to even consider that it was a possibility. And still thi

If we can’t trust the person that we are with then we’re wasting both of our time. But what does it mean to trust someone, and is that different from this idea of blind trust? I think that for all of us we learn through our relationships. We can do all the self-work we want on our own but until we actually are in union with another do we actually see if we’ve worked through our shit, and if we haven’t (which none of us has by the way) do we process it in a healthy way once we

The hardest thing to do is to start over again. Its Valentine’s Day today, a slightly cheesy mediocre holiday that of course has lost it’s true meaning to a plethora of chocolates and flowers. It’s not that these gifts aren’t wonderful, because I know there’s not a woman out there myself included that would actually ridicule them even today but I think it’s the meaning behind any gift that truly matters most. The history of this day are fairly dark going back to Roman times a