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Let me set the scene. It’s a bright, beautiful day. The sun isn’t warm by Southern standards, but it’s the quintessential spring day: ablaze with color, the earth in mid-bloom, birdsong, and copious amounts of pollen dusting the world below. I’ve been outside enjoying the elements, soaking my face in the new sun and feeding my body some much-needed vitamin D. I’ve cleared away the pollen, washed clean a small space for me, my laptop, and my mug of tea. As I squinted at my

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