Standing at the Edge Of Life

I’ve always been drawn to the shoreline—that shifting line where the sand meets the sea. It looks solid at a … More

Happiness Going Up And Back

I’m walking, but my mind is restless. It’s not unpleasant, just unsettled—like the surface of a creek rippling in the … More

Tethered to a body,As spaciousness, mind is freeIn balance is light. The waves were strong that day at Rockaway. I … More

Snow is falling—big flakes, silent, drifting. Watching from the warmth of the house, I don’t need to do anything else. … More

I’ve been thinking about the waves, and how they show up—always coming, always meeting the shore. The waves are like … More

This morning, I stepped outside with no particular destination in mind, just a sense of curiosity about what the day … More

The storm had arrived unexpectedly, powerful and relentless. In South Florida, as the winds picked up and the rain poured, … More

This morning, a minor thought lingered in my mind—not a major concern, just a small thing that hadn’t worked the … More

The cold air is crisp, fresh, and alive against my skin as I walk. There’s something exhilarating about it, something … More

When I sit down to create something, I often wonder: who’s actually doing the creating? Am I the one drawing, … More