Powerful & Poised

A few years ago, I returned from an international escapade only to feel an uneasy sense of emptiness I couldn’t put my finger on.

I remember desribing to someone that I just “felt like a blob.” (Not the most poetic, but it was the best I could do at the time 😅)

This is taken from my poem “Travel Blues”, found in my new book, Pretty Flowers from Dirty Dirty 🪷 available now on Amazon!

Step into my home and you will see journals scattered in every corner. There’s at least one in every room, one in every bag. Plus piles of old receipts and opened envelopes with scribbles of verses and thoughts...

I’ve always used writing to process emotions, usually through journaling and reflection. In recent years, poetry has become an outlet for my ruminations and an expression of my joys.

As a spiritual practice, though, I think sometimes it’s helpful to detach from the words entirely: to simply feel the feelings and let them exist without assigning meaning. And when we do assign meaning, we get to choose to make it a good one. I elaborate on this in the full poem and in general musings found in my book:

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Sometimes I stay calm, cool, collected 😎

Other moments?

A little less so... 😬

Have you ever had a frantic or spastic moment and KNEW it was silly, but just couldn’t stop?
Happens to the best of us...

To read the full poem, stay tuned for my new book: Pretty Flowers from Dirty Dirt 🪷 Coming September 22

“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.” - Helen Keller

The most precious parts of life can’t be computed - the simply ✨are✨

Taken from the poem “Boundless Blessings”, featured in my new book, Pretty Flowers from Dirty Dirty 🪷 coming September 22

The dangerous part of loving your art is that sometimes it’s tempting to do nothing else.

I consider myself a social person, and I love being in others’ company. But sometimes, staying home and writing just hits the spot ☕️

To read the full poem, check out my new book Pretty Flowers from Dirty Dirt 🪷 coming September 22