The mind produces thoughts like the mouth produces saliva. Meanwhile, I sit.

I love old-fashioned rollercoasters. They are shaky, unpredictable, and look like they’ve been put together with duct tape, but they also make your heart soar.

The truth of how we are living together as a community of humans is hard to carry. And I am part of it.

This is what time should be made of: trust, breathing, thoughts unfolding, bodies at ease.

Intolerance is that sense of, if I wouldn’t do it like that or don’t quite get it, then it can’t be valuable at all.

And when I say “learned,” I really mean they listened it out of me.

Is all the burn-out and discomfort a consequence of us not taking the time to bring ourselves along?

In which I am familiar and unknown, all at once.

There is warmth in my delusions. But do they also keep me from truly living my life?

Every morning, as I breathe in silence, I try to return to the island within.

Why is it so hard for me to be accountable to the things I already know I need?

In which I prefer to live life without safety nets.

There are a lot of divorces all around me, as well as marriages that by all accounts could benefit from breaking up.

This is what I would like my tax dollars to pay for: a quiet, safe, sheltered space for learning and thought, open to all.

It wasn’t camaraderie that helped me pass my lifeguarding course. It was yoga.

What I love about yoga is its ability be right-sized for what I need, every single day.

Sometimes it’s about knowing. Sometimes it’s just about the vibe.

“What’s for dinner” is a loaded question in so many ways.

There is only one remedy: sitting, in silence and quiet, for as long as my mind will let me.

It is up to us to trust the process of love and get at the core of truth.