One year come. One year gone. Filled with moments of desperation, quiet contemplation, and doubt. Glimpses of joys to come, battles hard won, and gratitude. One year come. One year gone. Resolutions made. Promises broken. Dissolved like castles of sand under the creeping tide. New castles are built. With twigs, leaves and rocks. These last,… Continue reading O.Y.


Shoes. The oldest storyteller. How far have they gone? What roads have they travelled? How many miles have they seen? Dusty and sore, blissfully resting. Worried and impatient. Rushing! Running! Sprinting! Slow and languid, soaking up the feeling of every crack. Stone. Blade of grass. Scuffed. Dirty. Tattered. Sleek. Polished. New. Assumptions made by the… Continue reading Chaussures

Paris metro

Life is complex, and yet, not so complex. Life is mysterious, and yet, more mysteries desire to be solved. Life is beautiful, and yet, ruthless, untamed as fire. Life, in its simplest form, pure and unadulterated, stripped down to the first layer, Pulling rags away from the mummy’s skin. Life. A babbling brook or raging… Continue reading Paris metro


I could start out this piece with a witty turn of phrase or a deep philosophical sentence. Truth is, I like to throw a lot of big words around for the mere sake of taking up space and turning a simple point into an exhaustive one, but isn't that what writers do? We like to… Continue reading Forgive


I and love and you.  Three singular words, apart nothing, but together meaningful. I becomes you. You becomes me. Love becomes the bridge connecting two. Apart nothing, but together meaningful. I love you. In the morning before coffee; sleep riddled eyes and slow, languid stretches. Silently staring into the ether. What thoughts are you pondering?… Continue reading Words

Paper Faces on Parade

I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till the word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces? - C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces One… Continue reading Paper Faces on Parade


Change is inevitable. It is the natural process of life. Flowers bloom in the spring after months of harsh, biting cold. Seeds are planted in the ground and watered with diligent care to become nourishing, life-giving food. An oak tree rises up from a tiny acorn thought abandoned in the forest, but now stands tall and regal.


"Love prospers when a fault is forgiven." Prov 17:9 Lately I have been spending a good deal of my time thinking about relationships. The highs and the lows of relationships and the various forms they take. I have even been thinking about broken relationships. Here is what I have found to be true. Relationships are… Continue reading Prosper


Perhaps love is a symbol of things beyond ourselves. Some will forget it completely, like old photographs on a shelf. Still some adhere to its principles, for the meaning that it holds, without ever understanding its essence for it is all just a show. Some refuse it completely, locking themselves away, they choose to be… Continue reading “Love”

What Wakes You

Friends, I must admit... It's been entirely too long since the last time you heard from me. This was no one's fault but my own, for I lost sight of why I started writing. I became drunk with pride. Hungry for attention. Longing for praise. I started this blog just a little over a year… Continue reading What Wakes You