The road ends for each of us, eventually, even if the quest is unfinished, and the questions are unanswered. Somehow, the journey will still be complete, and we will each leave behind all the versions of who we were, like a constellation of bright shining lights filling the sky.

May the wind carry you to the places you are meant to be. May you have a lifetime of happiness. May you experience the beauty of the world. May you find your own place, and your peace.

The parts of us that people see impacts how we are perceived. This fragmented reality, based on imperfect moments, is inherently flawed....

Can we be strong if we are also fragile? If we are prone to breaking, will it be too easy to be completely shattered? We equate strength...

I long for things that are old—things with a past. Things with character, and a story—things that are built to last. I am drawn to things...

In order arrive somewhere new, we have to leave the place we were. This rings true as I reflect on a year of change and reinvention. I...

Life is an ongoing sequence of attempts to make things fit. We try to fit in with multiple kinds of people, places and things, hoping for...

We are told to put on our own oxygen mask before helping others in case of an emergency. It is a logical step, but is hard to remember in...

When we are little we colour outside the lines. Life is abstract, so we splash colour everywhere, never considering what the rules are....

Just think of the distance, from here, to there. It’s simply a space, filled with matter, and air. It may not be much, or seem much, if...