And here it starts, again

Raw, from my mind, my soul, my heart. Yet to be cencored or edited by my ego. The voice that whispers, “follow the magic, the love, the pain.” It starts with a curiosity, a longing, a wondering. Who were they? What were their stories? And how am I them, if at all? I am filled…

To the men

Dear fathers and grandfathers, the forefathers of my family, Thank you for your fight. Thank you for desire to survive. The need to thrive. The will to push forward. Thank you for wise counsel. Soft word and empathic eyes. Thank you!

To the grandmothers I never knew

Dear grandmothers, I only knew you through vague stories told through the eyes of a heart broken boy. Or the long lost memories of a little girl. I mainly know you through pictures. The little girl. Whose life ended too soon. Even though you were sick, you always smiled. Thank you for the gift of…

Echos of ancestors

They are part of us Echos of the past Who we once were  They are part of us, these echos DNA, traumas, quirks, beliefs, rituals and habits These echos of us Still silently, subtly influencing thoughts,  actions,  behaviors These echos that stir within Tenderly tend to these  echos Without them, who would you be? Release…