#tbt: barbados.

may 22, 2016 ∫ barbados there is a lot of truth in the old adage that the last day of travel is quite emotional.  the bliss has settled in, you’ve become accustomed to the culture.  you’ve met new friends and made new memories with old ones.  you’re lighter.  you’re spirit is rejuvenated. you’ve found space to…

we all have this moment.

we all have stories to tell; songs to sing  and dreams to dream. we all have love to give; a heart that will break and memories yet to make. we all have said goodbye; tears that have dried and barenaked regrets to hide. we all have lingering sorrow; the lost history of tomorrow and nostalgia…

lost together.

As far as gap years go I was a late bloomer in filling up my backpack. And like every drifter with a dream the adrenaline of altitude shot through my veins stronger than a hit of smack. The tempting vices of an open passport, foreign port of calls and wild cultures left me in an…

of you.

with memories of you only to leave and then to meet you again that is serendipity    

insanely courageous; beautifully brave.

living takes courage. i never knew what courage was until i got on that plane, went to the other side of the world.  perhaps i always had it.  but i never felt it.  never embraced the self confidence to admit it; to revel in it.  that was five years ago. i’ve been cultivating courage ever…

happy continuance into 2015.

and here we are New Year. bright beginnings fill the air, magical ambitions dance everywhere. there’s an innocence restored to our perspective on this life for we don’t know where we are going only from where we came.  our hearts are already growing for we are no longer the same.  we resolve to change this…

be bold.

i read something today that pushed me against a wall.  that raw reality that i have lost my interest in writing.  well not so much lost interest but stopped making time for it.  too busy scribbling everything but my own thoughts.  i’ve been thinking lots … just not writing.  not at all. until now. the…

conversation #092414

i will find you deep inside of me hard and firm galore penetrating my hallow heart as i scream reluctantly for more

quarrel with yourself … but don’t fall out of love with yourself.

self-love. tis a precious sentiment, a fleeting emotion, that quite often gets lost in the static confusion of every day meanderings.  so very easily confined by convention we tire easily for by the end of the day we are spent; our heart, mind and body given to our children, our partner, our work, and our…

i don’t have a …

i don’t have a fear of falling …. just a fear of landing. free birds are meant to soar.