a journal and a journey
My hair is now the longest it has ever been. It’s become my new way of marking the passage of time. Time and space. It feels different, doesn’t it? Sometimes, they even seem to mean something different. There are moments where I volley between feeling …
On March 11th of last year, as I wrapped up the work day, I packed up my laptop, a few belongings and papers from desk, and chatted with a few co-workers. On this evening, I decided to take the subway on stop to Grand Central …
This past weekend’s sun-kissed spring weather teased out the hope of normalcy and familiar days to come. A year ago, this sort of day would find me lacing up my hiking boots, studying a trail map, and enjoying the company of friends. All the while, …
NYC. Springtime. This year, it’s different. I am home. In the heart of this pandemic, I am fortunate enough to stay indoors, sequestered in my quiet space. I am often seated at my desk, staring at a computer screen while surrounded by piles of precariously …
Some time ago, I took on a “write a haiku a day” project as a way to discipline myself to write creatively each day. It would be about anything and everything – capturing whatever my mood, feelings, and thoughts were in that moment. At the …
A chorus of birds welcomes me to the morning. The sun is smiling. There’s a delicate fragrance permeating through the window, and I follow the perfume to the white blossoms on trees that stand along the empty street below. Spring greets us, but we keep …
