sustainable systems & storytelling
This weekend, I attended a yoga class for the first time in several months. Over the course of those 90 minutes, I felt as if I came back to myself. After thirteen months of feeling weak, incapable, and out-of-touch with my heart, I slowly sank back into myself with each stretch. The experienced teacher led... Continue Reading →
The heart is a wondrous, mighty thing-- a splintered orb circling its crooked axis, sending off a blitz of encrypted messages. In blimps, codes and point-blank, it won't stop telling us what we need to hear. The heart echos it's directive-- it keeps returning to the same thing. This has been a season of tumultuous... Continue Reading →
How do you to live life to the fullest when your health limits everything you do? How do you cope with waiting for some relief when, in reality, there's no reprieve in sight? There are no easy answers to these questions. The mounting unknowns become overwhelming as symptoms worsen in spite of rest, medication, and... Continue Reading →
I just received a call from my infectious disease doctor. "Your numbers haven't budged. You have a lumbar puncture scheduled this week, right?" My latest lab results just came in and despite four months of heavy-duty medication, excessive amounts of sleep, and supplemental eastern medicine treatment, the infection plaguing my body is not responding to... Continue Reading →
Last night, we went for a drive. As we approached the midpoint between Here and Middle-of-Nowhere, he turned to me and asked, “Do you ever think about how, just ten months ago, this same situation would have made you painfully uncomfortable?” “No,” I replied, “I hadn’t thought about that.” He continued, “Isn’t it strange how... Continue Reading →
Happy Friday, friends! I hope that the summer is treating you kindly and that the sun has rekindled the relationship with your inner child. I read, watch, and take in far more than I can capture in my blog posts. Besides, why elaborate on what someone else has painted so eloquently? So, here's the first... Continue Reading →
As a child, I was obsessed with poetry--to this day, poetry still drills deep into my heart. My cherished 20-year-old Shel Silverstein books are falling apart at the seams, stained with years of chocolate finger prints and gleeful tears. In elementary school, I would finish my homework and search for animal poems on the internet... Continue Reading →
