I am grateful for the power of love and magic writing holds. Writing is about getting up, getting well, and getting over. While I may not be a writer in its truest sense, I write because it fills me with hope and is the light that guides me home. A journal in your drawer or the draft of a novel waiting to be published or quick notes on your phone or maybe letters to a stranger…don’t ever stop. Every little note, haiku or post I have written over the years, came together as this unusual yet vivid mosaic wall. A wall of rage, joy, hormones, heartbreak, fear, anxiety, friendship, love and so much more. A wall with clusters of colours ― blacks and blues with bits of golden yellow cutting through and dots of green in between. A wall of my story and my journey, when looked at in isolation were ceramic shards but when put together made a beautiful mosaic wall of memories…of life.Read More
Here’s to my best people — at home and away — you encourage me to be a better version of myself everyday. You encourage me to wake up and love life. You teach me unconditional love. You show me what means to be family. You show me the meaning of true friendship. You lead me to the light.Read More
What is it about
fleeting emotions captured
to have and to hold?
…but it’s not what you think. Who was I? What did I want? What did I stand for? Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. The cold sweats started slowly and got more frequent over time – something within me wasn’t at peace. Has that ever happened to you? Random meltdowns where you question everything? Your friends and family,…Read More
It’s not over until you put pen to paper and read it out loud.Read More