How I See Love.


Love is a warm bed with satin sheets on a chilly winter morning.  Love is the light flicker of candles dancing in a dark room.  Love is the warm cup of tea nestled in palms, warming the skin before the throat.  Love is coloring pencils being sharpened to fill in the empty spaces.  Love is…

Climbing Mount Sniktau


“He who climbs upon the highest mountains laughs at all tragedies, real or imaginary.” ― Friedrich Neitszche There’s a moment when I was climbing Mt. Sniktau while visiting Colorado in July, that I realized that I’m capable of more than I think. As my best friend and I hiked up, there were so many times we…

Floating is freedom to loving myself more


“You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.” ― Amy Bloom Hanging upsidedown with my feet wrapped around fabric hanging from the ceiling and I’m about as vulnerable as I can possibly be when I see the yoga instructor taking my photo. I fidget and realize that the more I fidget, the more…