let it be


you are not the madcap on the surface

of the sea.
you are not the tremor of the outstretched blade
of an age-old west pine
you are not the cold hard lip of a north-bound
storm, flung
against a south-face lee.

so let it be.

you are not a burning star held only by
her own great gravity.
nor a galaxy
that no one



the sea.

steady depth.

the roots,

the constant air,
the shelter there.

a planet, bright
in tides,
in time,
and unrestrained.

so let it be.



i am many things at once. settling and living more. cultivating an ability to dream and love far places without undermining my treasures at home. always changing, growing, and rearranging, but learning to breathe new life into old belongings to break the cycle of buy/donate/buy/donate. donating is nothing to be proud of if consuming is endless. 

lessons lately:

learn how to appreciate without having to own
collect inspiration, not envy
allow items through your front door only with care and consideration
do less, meditate more
white spray paint is your friend
stop apologizing for being, learn to apologize when it’s actually needed
don’t explain your life away
give no thought to complaints
generate positive energy, sidestep negative energy instead of empowering it (stephen covey)


let your home be a space that invites quiet.

“i will only say now that elegance must be the right combination of distinction, naturalness, care and simplicity. outside this, believe me, there is no elegance. only pretension.” — christian dior

finding my place

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lately, i have little to give in words. my mind full, my heart hungry, my thoughts more on studying life than chasing distraction. instead, i speak in images. instead of syllables: details. rather than paragraphs: mood. in place of punctuation: color, space, gratitude. instead of speaking my own truth, i listen. i soak it all in. this was the summer of finding my place, of moving in grace. anchored by a vision much greater than my own mundanities. feeling priorities and perspectives settle, less fleeting and tossed. a freedom has found me.

on latitudes, longitudes: aide-mémoires + other travel essentials

tiger balm, clementines, aide-mémoires (and other travel essentials)
international airspace | 3:00 AM

long flights, tired eyes, clementines. a tiny spray of citrus oil bursts into dim air as i pierce the thin peel. the plane hums in silence; most are asleep. the tang and sweet on my taste buds slows my breathing as i lean back against the stiff seat and close my eyes. this tiny fruit survived two weeks at the bottom of my pack, and the familiar flavor is comforting. india is four hours behind me but i’m not ready for home yet…

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