I told someone the other day that I get to go to New Zealand this year, which is a country I’ve wanted to visit since I was a young teenager. She proceeded to tell me that she heard it was rated the most beautiful country in the world. And that got me thinking. What is …
Sometimes in my life, it feels like I’m standing on a sinking boat. Or maybe it’s a sinking dock. I often don’t even remember if I ever left the dock; all I can see is that whatever I’ve relied on to hold me up is disintegrating. I spend so much time trying to hold everything …
Beauty in the Storm The hail dents the earth as the little one sleeps Light in the droplets turns the window into diamonds And I marvel at the beauty of the storms— How the thunder speaks rage and yet my heart can find peace How the babes know they’re safe because it’s always been that …
Just a few days ago I was standing on the Hill of Tara near the city of Dublin. It was truly an incredible experience, a moment I will treasure always and a beauty that I will hold in my heart. From this place you can turn in a circle and see incredible vistas on every …
Walk next to me in this world that draws my heart I’m like a boat waiting in the dock Waiting to be given a destination In so many ways I already know what it looks like But I’m waiting for the route, seeking you out Since at times you’re the only one who doesn’t …
When I look around, I see a lot of masks. It doesn’t matter what you claim to believe or be or identify with—the truth is the majority of us put on a face whether we’re aware of it or not. We place our identity in something, sometimes more than one thing, but all of these …
There’s this beautiful line from a song called Second Chances by Rend Collective that says: “My future hangs on this: you make preciousness from dust. Please don’t stop creating me.” This line is chalked full of hope. I think it’s important for us to remember that, though by nature of our existence we are already …
My ballet teacher used to tell us that when we landed too hard on the floor after a jump we sounded like elephants. “You’re not an elephant. You’re a ballerina!” In dance we are taught to embrace the floor—to, in a sense, allow the floor to be a part of the dance itself. Don’t resist …
