How can we re-write the stories of ourselves by looking into our own selves rather than frantically searching for something outside of us?
I thought I would kill it at snowboarding. I definitely did not. But I also remembered something I'd forgotten I already knew, and once I started living it everything else fell into place. Read about how in this new post. Image credit to @mkphotos808 on Instagram <3
A poem about mostly nothing, but also the small things. Where we need to listen harder, and speak more softly.
It's so easy for us to see when we are using the wrong board. It's so easy for us to see what needs to change or what we need to do differently in surfing, but in the rest of our lives we're equally quick to blame ourselves. What if you have always perfectly fit life all along, but you just needed to start believing it?
There is a lot I don't know right now...about how to help, what to do, and how to understand myself in this world. But there are a few things I do know. Here they are.
How do we hold the cosmic and the mundane, the violent and the stunning, the brutal and the profound ?
A poem of reflection: on changing, growing, letting go of pieces of ourselves, and looking towards the bright future. Celebrate every moment.
In this essay, I explore the meaning of right and wrong, why self-improvement made me so angry at the start of quarantine, and how the ocean operates as my center through it all.
Today for Mental Health Monday, I share a poem of mine exploring addiction and how it influences my mind and spirit, what it means and what it is (not).