i am often asked how i live the life i do and if i told you it’s a result of writing nonsense in my journal, would you believe me? the thing is… words flowing through me is the practice, but what is required of me in order for that to happen? i must look directly in my heart and trust what i see is secretly beautiful. i must kill assumptions and dig for a greater meaning in the simplest of things. i must sit in the silence long enough to feel all my emotions, like sparks of...
