Last year I was obsessed with spirituality. But it was with the Quakers that something unexplainable and truly magical happened.
Do you know grace or does it know you?
For many grace has religious connotations, a dusted word used at church and nowhere else.
First Magic, then Medicine, finally Madness
This is a saying in the addict community to describe our using. The poetic nature of it strikes me, and I can't help relate the saying to all.
We do not question electricity
While I understand the technicality of the Internet, I do not understand it practically.And yet, here I am using it every day all day.
My kind of magic (hint you’re it)
My new reality is stringed together by moments of connectivity and self-care. I search for these gems amid the crowd in gigs, on a protest with strangers, in the eyes of my pets. I feel my endorphins dancing when hearing my friends voice, and I am addicted to it. I choose them especially when I... Continue Reading →
A confession
I am guilty of being that friend who delays the whole group by stopping and taking a photo of every rainbow reflection, rain puddle or pretty skyscraper. I both want to be known as the friend who takes good pictures and also not have it assumed that I will take their picture at every outing.... Continue Reading →