I was recently asked what I believe in. When I zoom out and see the fractals that make up the fibre of my being, after a quick thought, I realized that the wind that blows past and through me every day is my belief for life. I seemingly always stood for life and the smaller things that integrate into it. The junk and the leaves, and things our eyes brush over daily. Oh, what a beauty. A young ve... » Continue Reading
Lately, I've asked myself how much I rely on the ego. Something that cushions the tender and soft parts and puts up a mask that protects but also limits someone from experience. Sure I can let people in as far as I want but will they ever see the raised goosebumps after I watch Björk's New York performance of 'All Is Full Of Love'? Or the warmth that ripples through me when I visit my childhood ho... » Continue Reading