On Leaving (Again) and Thoughts that Have No Words

"During the time between ending one project and beginning another, I always have a crisis of meaning." - bell hooks There are instances. Instances when I will stand still outside amongst the bustle of life and close my eyes and imagine that I am as alone as I sometimes feel. There is a deep well… Continue reading On Leaving (Again) and Thoughts that Have No Words

“It’s always our self we find in the sea”

Perhaps there is nothing better than a placewithout changing seasonsWhere one can go and always baskin the warmth of the ray of the sunwith the wind sweeping your hair backas you walk along the vast expanse of the ocean I've never grown tired of endless blue--of water and sky that seamlesslyblend together and stretches beyond time itselfIt's… Continue reading “It’s always our self we find in the sea”