I grew up in the ocean state and spent most summer weekends swimming through waves, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, and sometimes...

A poem about rediscovering the "self" That’s what I was looking for all along. The path back to myself. The path back to peace. The path...

When you call it in, d it comes. When you call it in it comes in waves of beauty, and angel numbers, and laughter till we’re tired, and...

Home is my grandmothers house on a summers day with the sunlight caressing my face and curtains flowing in the wind. The scent of...

When the universe tells you something do you listen? When the silence cuts through the music and you feel your heart is in your belly and...