There’s something beautiful about the rain, washing away the dust, the pollen, the things that made you itch and sneeze, that covered you in a gritty layer. There’s something beautiful about the rain. How it gives you an excuse to stay in, even though you don’t need one. How it invites you to get cozy,…
For every person you wish were more excited about you, there is someone wishing you were more excited about them. Ideally, two people feel the same enthusiasm about a connection and are willing and able to develop that connection into a bond, whether that be a friendship, an acquaintanceship, a business collaboration, a romantic relationship,…
As hard as it is to implement, I like how Portuguese makes the difference between ser (“to be”) and estar (“to find oneself in a state of”). It allows us to differentiate between how we define ourselves (“I am a joyful person.”) and that which we believe to be only temporary (“I am experiencing sadness.”)….
Most lights cast a shadow. In winter, these shadows are cold and we rush to get out of them. In summer, they offer a welcome break from the sun’s intensity. Most lights cast a shadow. We only see them in contrast to things that don’t shine. We only notice them as they brighten a darkness….
When it’s late at night, and you’re wide awake, and you’re writing just for writing’s sake. Stop those thoughts running through your head. Tap into that sense of peace instead. It lies somewhere within you, you know. Maybe in the tips of your toes or the bottom of your back. Maybe in the soles of…
A connection that never turned into a friendship. A crush that never turned into a date. Love that was never answered. There is something extra painful about losing something that never was when you did your best to turn it into being. More than grieving a relationship that has ended (any kind of relationship), grieving…
You know that feeling when you walk down the stairs and you misstep. That split second when you realize you might fall, fall fall. An invisible hand rises from your lower belly past your stomach and locks around your heart. Your breathing stops. Someone blocked the door to your throat and put a heavy weight…
To be held. To be heard. To be hugged. To be touched. To be teased. To be tickled. To be savored, soothed, and seen. To be wished for, wooed, and witnessed. To be cherished. Yes, to be cherished. Not to be loved. Not necessarily. Because sometimes, love goes unexpressed. Locked away behind bolted doors. Hidden…
Doing the work. For many people, it involves daring to open up again. To be vulnerable. To connect. To let others in. Apparently, people put up walls when they get hurt. Some slowly, brick by brick, until the wall is so high they can’t see who’s in front of them anymore, and if that person…