The world is so big for one little very large life. Often late to understanding what a lifetime truly means, obligations busy us and moments


Are they even looking? If they are not, walk away. Walk toward those who see. And do not mourn that loss, for you showed them

The River

I am learning a secret. Years of ebb and flow, and sometimes drought, like a river that runs the test of time. Where storms pass


Linda wakes at dawn to bird songs, and the fresh smell of heavy dew that rests on exotic leaves that stand as tall as a

Costa Rica

I woke with the sunrise, only minding the ocean, never minding the time, and I had finally caught its rhythm. Salt burns on my elbows