I’ve been trying to explore my surroundings a bit more in efforts to feel more connected to my community. A really fun way I have found to do this is going on quick little photography sessions around Columbus whenever I have errands to run~ Though I haven’t scratched the surface of the city’s photogenic… Continue reading Every One Has A Past
Slander With Beneficence Alongside The Trees, You’ll Hear Her Weep Catching Fallen Leaves, You’ll Hear Her Whispers Despite Warnings So Blunt, Spent Her Wishes on Weeds Freedom Presenting A Promise Unspoken You Find Her Boldly Flirting With Danger Frightful Men Run In Tears Yet Arbors Knowing Pure Minds Of Mortals Finding Feigned Attempts Rather Amusing… Continue reading Slander With Beneficence
I didn’t really intend to take a ‘leave of absence’ for a month – but I am so glad that I did. I think it is so important that we allow ourselves to ‘unplug’ from society every once in a while. Not necessarily from planning to do so, but by simply allowing ourselves to flow… Continue reading We All Need A Vacation
Been working on a bit of photography – here’s the first of some of it!
Somedays, you wake up with an unexplainable ability to conquer the world flowing through your blood. Other days, you wake up wondering how the hell you got here, and when you started going wrong. Today was the later, for me at least. If you woke up feeling as though the stars had aligned just right… Continue reading Hindsight: It Can Be Regretful
I think of the children in Sierra Leon. I think of the refugees here in America.
I think of the little boy without a father or little girl whose mother calls her fat and ugly.
The boy getting rejected and the girl getting excluded.
The man getting fired from another job, wondering how he’ll pay this months’ bills.
The woman getting another negative test, knowing she is infertile from teenage vanity.
The young boy I saw, as I walked to work the other morning, sweat drenching the back of his yellow polo, his pants three sizes too big, holding a grocery bag with sneakers in them. My heart dropped. He walked so slowly, it was so hot – so early, and he had been clearly walking for such a long time.
I didn’t know his story, but I instantly knew from looking at him that this young man was a polite, quiet, hardworking, smart teenage boy – who was jumping through the hoops of society just to catch half of a break in his life.
Why loving yourself is the greatest thing you can do.
Self-Compassion & self care is viewed as a lack of strength; the reality is that it takes so much more strength to learn to truly love and be kind to your soul.