Growing up, has been about discovering the privilege of having legs that can make choices, and hands that can enable balance by seeking out answers. But learning to stand is barely the hard part. And balance is merely elusive. It's like a game of twister. On non-linear multiple continuums of belief. Circumstances are declared, and… Continue reading Finding my balance.
The piece about pieces
I spend my days collecting pieces to make up my world and trying to piece them together Meticulously, with childlike curiosity for meaning-making I try and try, finding the fit, as closely as I can And then I draw over them intricate patterns, with my schemas There are some patches Where the meaning is… Continue reading The piece about pieces
The Butterfly Effect.
There will be moments, when the flapping of your wings will set off the chaos. When a tiny stringing of your guitar will suddenly find its rhythm in the dance of this cacophony. When your scales will suddenly find melody in another genre, and the resultant harmony will sing a song you don’t even know… Continue reading The Butterfly Effect.
(a tad bit) like life. 