Not All Who Wander Are Lost

One day I became tired Evading demons lurking in my soul I entered a dark cave Lit a candle Faced the Darkness, Stared Her in the eye She stepped from the shadows My name is Teacher - If only you'd see - we are but one For You live inside of Me She cracked...

I've been thinking a lot about how writers bleed words in ink; the artist in paint. The photographer behind the lens. The one who molds clay between the palms of their hands. I've noticed a common link with all creatives - we all feel so...

📸 Taken on our wedding day: 08/17/18...

I've been feeling a huge resistance to those who are always posting about upleveling and spirituality and yet never show their own open wounds and scars. I want real. I want raw. I want to see your vulnerability - not your staged highlighted reel.   I don't...