It’s OK to not be OK.

Our way of life is dying.
We cannot ‘return to normal.’ Normal is long gone.

We’re in the midst of spiritual surgery.

We’re being split open and dissected and reformed and reassembled as something we’ve never been before.

We’re getting woken up from a long, tumultous, unconscious, irresponsible slumber. … More It’s OK to not be OK.

The Last Letter My Ex Never Wrote Me

I wonder what might have been if you – truly the best friend I’ve ever had – could have stayed in my life and I could have stayed in yours. Perhaps, we could have gone deeper and wider than we thought possible.

I do wonder. I know you do too.

Ten years. I still think of you, think of how we changed each other, think of what happened between us in the dark, on the road, over countless plates of enchiladas and pork pot stickers and Pho from the restaurant around the corner from your apartment.

I miss that rawness, that emotion skimming the surface of everything.

I miss listening to you laugh. I miss playing word games in the car.

I miss you. … More The Last Letter My Ex Never Wrote Me

Life As Art: Beautiful, Just as You Are

When I forget to love myself enough to take down time, to see where I am pushing too hard, or to recognize the ways in which I block out the sound of life in favor of ‘motoring through’ another day, my spirit gets heartsick.

Then, my body gets heartsick.

Then, my body gets ill. … More Life As Art: Beautiful, Just as You Are