Last year I was obsessed with spirituality. But it was with the Quakers that something unexplainable and truly magical happened.
The time I did magic
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 →
