JOURNAL

In recent months — or perhaps, years — I've found myself gently, and sometimes painfully, parting ways with places, people, and parts of...

Lately, I’ve been softening deeper into my body—learning to let it lead, to let it speak. Not through theory, but through sensation,...

For a long time, I didn't understand these practices—breath, movement, stillness. Not truly. I would often feel a quiet resistance rise...

As an artist and educator who has spent years within the walls of art schools, I often return to this tender question: What makes a...

Recently, I found myself tangled in a familiar heart-knot. I had been invited to a birthday gathering — a celebration of someone dear to...

This week, I celebrate my birthday—not with loud candles or crowded rooms, but with something quieter, more intimate. Recently, I found...

I’ve been searching for wilderness. Not just in forests or mountains, but in gazes, in gestures, in forgotten corners of everyday life....

A love letter to longing, belonging, and becoming our own sanctuary Recently, I spent days with dear friends — whose presence feels like...

I recently listened to a friend speak of her mother—a relationship wound tight in thorns. She spoke in hushed tones, ashamed of the...

They say a home is not a place, but the feeling that lives within the walls we build with love. My family was once whole—then slowly, it...

November brought silence I didn’t know how to hold. My dear friend —the one who held my deepest truths —was gone. She had a heart wide...

It’s often defined as “a refusal to communicate.” But to the heart, it feels like exile —a quiet severing, a wound without a bruise. The...