An imperfect sketch. An open invitation into the Inside.Subscribe to On The Inside! Our body is a vessel. Made of limbs. Organs. A heart. A brain. It takes us through life. It allows us to experience our days. As we make our way onward, Stories develop within. Our experience is customized. Our personal development begins.Thoughts, feelings and emotions are there. Of these things we may be aware. Our body is our vessel that takes us through life. It propels the external. Of my body, you have s...

An imperfect sketch. An open invitation into the Inside.Subscribe to On The Inside! Our body is a vessel. Made of limbs. Organs. A heart. A brain. It takes us through life. It allows us to experience our days. As we make our way onward, Stories develop within. Our experience is customized. Our personal development begins.Thoughts, feelings and emotions are there. Of these things we may be aware. Our body is our vessel that takes us through life. It propels the external. Of my body, you have s...

Subscribe now At the start of each year I choose a word. A word to describe what I want to encompass and embody for the year ahead. A word that describes something that I want to work on. Within myself. Within who I am and how I present myself to the world. For 2020, I chose the word courage. To me, courage means holding the fear, holding the distress and anxieties that can overtake my world – and doing, anyway. Living, anyway. Being, anyway. Taking the risk, anyway. Taking the chance, anyway...

Subscribe now At the start of each year I choose a word. A word to describe what I want to encompass and embody for the year ahead. A word that describes something that I want to work on. Within myself. Within who I am and how I present myself to the world. For 2020, I chose the word courage. To me, courage means holding the fear, holding the distress and anxieties that can overtake my world – and doing, anyway. Living, anyway. Being, anyway. Taking the risk, anyway. Taking the chance, anyway...

Subscribe now To hold onto something is to grasp it tight and dare to never let go. We all fall into things – habits, rituals, routines. Throughout our lives we define things that we will dare to hold onto and things of which we will choose to subtly let go. To let go is an act of willingness. Whether it is a good or a maladaptive behavior that we are loosening from our hold – it takes willingness to hold it tight and willingness to let it go. Some things cling to us. Some things become enmes...

Subscribe now To hold onto something is to grasp it tight and dare to never let go. We all fall into things – habits, rituals, routines. Throughout our lives we define things that we will dare to hold onto and things of which we will choose to subtly let go. To let go is an act of willingness. Whether it is a good or a maladaptive behavior that we are loosening from our hold – it takes willingness to hold it tight and willingness to let it go. Some things cling to us. Some things become enmes...

Subscribe now I didn’t recognize you. I didn’t know who you were. Your presence seemed wrong and your sightings a blur. I wanted to run. I wanted to shout. I wanted to do anything - to get those feelings out. You weren’t my home. You weren’t what you were supposed to be. You felt like the furthest thing from me. The body is a vessel. A machine of its own. Whose purpose is to take us through And make our personalities shown. The body is a thing. It’s there to just be. But what happens when my ...

Subscribe now I didn’t recognize you. I didn’t know who you were. Your presence seemed wrong and your sightings a blur. I wanted to run. I wanted to shout. I wanted to do anything - to get those feelings out. You weren’t my home. You weren’t what you were supposed to be. You felt like the furthest thing from me. The body is a vessel. A machine of its own. Whose purpose is to take us through And make our personalities shown. The body is a thing. It’s there to just be. But what happens when my ...

Subscribe now There’s something about the sky. Its peace. The soft surrender it offers- an escape from the motion around us. The slow movement of the clouds, the occasional bird or plane. It brings you back to the simplicity that we all too often forget. I’m on a swing. As my legs pump I can feel the air, its gentle breeze that I am creating. It’s rejuvenating. It’s freeing. It’s childish and fun. How long has it been since you’ve felt this?- my mind asks. As I continue to pump, I grasp the h...

Subscribe now There’s something about the sky. Its peace. The soft surrender it offers- an escape from the motion around us. The slow movement of the clouds, the occasional bird or plane. It brings you back to the simplicity that we all too often forget. I’m on a swing. As my legs pump I can feel the air, its gentle breeze that I am creating. It’s rejuvenating. It’s freeing. It’s childish and fun. How long has it been since you’ve felt this?- my mind asks. As I continue to pump, I grasp the h...

I always tell myself I am going to continue writing and being vulnerable with the things that are on my heart. I tell myself- don’t worry about who's listening. Don’t worry about what others will think. Don't worry about what will come next. Just, write. It’s my coping skill- writing. It’s my anxiety reducer and my breath of fresh air. I’m so passionate about putting experiences and stories of life into words. Drawing meanings from the things that happen around me. I try to be open ...

I always tell myself I am going to continue writing and being vulnerable with the things that are on my heart. I tell myself- don’t worry about who's listening. Don’t worry about what others will think. Don't worry about what will come next. Just, write. It’s my coping skill- writing. It’s my anxiety reducer and my breath of fresh air. I’m so passionate about putting experiences and stories of life into words. Drawing meanings from the things that happen around me. I try to be open ...

Subscribe now As the clouds roll in and the rain makes its way to the ground, I’m reminded of the simplicity of life. As the sharp, yet gentle breeze swiftly rushes against my shin - I’m reminded to be here, in the moment, in the present time. As I take my next breath - the crisp air fills my lungs and reminds me that I am here, living, well and alive. As I sit here on the balcony with a coffee in hand - I reflect back on all that I am grateful for as this year is about to come to an end. Lot...

Subscribe now As the clouds roll in and the rain makes its way to the ground, I’m reminded of the simplicity of life. As the sharp, yet gentle breeze swiftly rushes against my shin - I’m reminded to be here, in the moment, in the present time. As I take my next breath - the crisp air fills my lungs and reminds me that I am here, living, well and alive. As I sit here on the balcony with a coffee in hand - I reflect back on all that I am grateful for as this year is about to come to an end. Lot...

Subscribe now As I sit here today, I am reminiscing over a year that seemed to change just about everything in my life. I'm sitting in my new apartment. In my new city. Eager to start this new stage of my life. As I sit here, I am reminiscing over times of trial, triumph, hardship, victory and pain. I am reminiscing over the me that I once was and the me that I am today. It seems to me that 2019 has just begun, though the first month is well underway. I guess I've taken this time, t...

Subscribe now As I sit here today, I am reminiscing over a year that seemed to change just about everything in my life. I'm sitting in my new apartment. In my new city. Eager to start this new stage of my life. As I sit here, I am reminiscing over times of trial, triumph, hardship, victory and pain. I am reminiscing over the me that I once was and the me that I am today. It seems to me that 2019 has just begun, though the first month is well underway. I guess I've taken this time, t...

Subscribe now Today is the day. Another year done. Another moment in time and trip around the sun. What a time it has been – thinking about now compared to then. As I look back at this time- this year seems like the blink of an eye. They don’t flash a warning sign at you saying – “Alert! Alert! Watch out for what’s ahead!” when curveballs cross your way. There isn’t a life sized yield sign telling you to slow down as there’s about to be a fork in your road. Let’s be honest- this year has not ...

Subscribe now Today is the day. Another year done. Another moment in time and trip around the sun. What a time it has been – thinking about now compared to then. As I look back at this time- this year seems like the blink of an eye. They don’t flash a warning sign at you saying – “Alert! Alert! Watch out for what’s ahead!” when curveballs cross your way. There isn’t a life sized yield sign telling you to slow down as there’s about to be a fork in your road. Let’s be honest- this year has not ...

Subscribe now I think of it like a boulder rolling down the mountainous, declining slope. I think of it like the child running to see his/her mama after days have gone by. I think of it like the woman, firmly standing up for herself- who she is, what she has, and all that she has been through- as opposition tries to knock her down. The boulder won't stop. Not a house, nor a car, nor another boulder lying in the road will bring it to a halt. The child will keep going until he/she has land...

Subscribe now I think of it like a boulder rolling down the mountainous, declining slope. I think of it like the child running to see his/her mama after days have gone by. I think of it like the woman, firmly standing up for herself- who she is, what she has, and all that she has been through- as opposition tries to knock her down. The boulder won't stop. Not a house, nor a car, nor another boulder lying in the road will bring it to a halt. The child will keep going until he/she has land...