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Somewhere out there
The sky is doing exactly what it’s always done. It’s me that changed. I had some big dreams when I was a child, some of which I will be writing about here because they are a huge part of the whole me. I remember the first time I saw a hot air balloon on…
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Be Still
It didn’t happen all at once. There wasn’t a moment where everything clicked and suddenly made sense; it was smaller than that. Little shifts I didn’t notice in the moment, but in the process of reflecting on my growth, I can see them more clearly. I think I expected growth to feel obvious.Like something…
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Convergence
For me, full moon nights were best to experience this quiet convergence of sky and waves. Watching in awe, like I walked in on a secret meeting somewhere in between… and for a moment, I’d feel out of place. But sitting with it now, I don’t feel that same distance. Something shifted. Where I…
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Held in between
It wasn’t a bright day. The sky was covered, soft and gray, with clouds that didn’t seem to be going anywhere. The palm trees stood still against it, not reaching, not bending… just there. There was no dramatic light.No clear moment to capture. And still, I stopped. I think I’ve spent a lot of…
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Looking up again
As a child, I would stay up late nights (especially in the summer) and just watch the sky—the stars, the moon… everything. I grew up in the inner city, so there wasn’t the best view. But when I’d visit my grandparents in the country, the sky was so clear. I loved it. The first…
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Leaning in anyway
During one of my mental whirlwinds, I landed on blogging again and purchased this space… back in July 2025. I did what I typically do when I get excited about something that once brought me joy—I took that first step and secured it, telling myself I’d start once I settled on what I even…