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I like to think that with each dawn, the universe gifts us with a new canvas, blank and untainted, promising a world of possibilities. Within those first moments of consciousness, before we settle into mundane routines of a caffeinated adulthood, there's a small space to become something other. Something new, diverting the course of our strides into a world of new opportunities. Sure, there are risks, but isn’t that the point of an adventure? When did we lose our sense of thr

I’ve said it before, I know. I’m repeating myself, I know. I’m rehashing the same sentiments, just in a different order, I know. And yet, despite knowing this, I can’t stop typing.   Being a blogger, journaling biographical thoughts as they tumble from brain to fingertips, means being an authentic writer—even when you’re repeating yourself. It also means that something isn’t truly extinguished until it’s written about, and in my case, these October feelings haven’t eased desp

As mentioned in a previous blog, The Season Between , October is a special time of the year. The weight of October isn’t always easy. It’s a month of transitions, adjustments, tipping the scales, imbalances, and movement. It’s like being caught in a cycle in the washing machine, uncontrollably spinning and churning before coming to a dramatic conclusion.   Despite the fluctuation of emotions that come with October, including wistful gazes outside, capturing the veil between t

Today is the last day of September. I’m not sure where the last 30 days have gone, except that they’ve somehow passed in a blur. I’m not...

September is one of my favorite months. It’s the prelude to an important time of the year: transformation October . I’ve always had a...

Identity has become a laden word in recent years. Within its four syllables, there lies a storeroom filled with suitcases of various...

In a room of intricate beings—writers, artists, poets, conversationalists, activists, dreamers, revolutionaries—you can also find me.  ...

I’ve found a comfortable spot in the sunlight for afternoon tea. My garden woods are eerily silent, serving as a stark contrast to the...

There’s something sacred about nightfall. Once the human noises from day-living quieten, fading into the onset of darkness, the nocturnal...

After nearly ten months away from writing, I'm finally back in my writer's saddle. It’s not as squishy as I remember. It feels almost...