Bali
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(un)Natural Disaster
If there’s one thing my mind is for sure, it’s a natural disaster. Striking, terrifying, weirdly beautiful if you know what to look for but always with a looming threat of death, and as unpredictable as they come. Continue reading
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When Everything Is Okay
Just write. Write badly. Write everything and anything that comes to mind. Maybe somewhere inside that will come the beauty. We miss 100% of the chances we do not take. Continue reading
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To Fly Again
The last thing I wanted to do today was witness death. The thought filled me with all kinds of sadness. There was nothing I could realistically do. “Just please be ok, little bird.” Continue reading
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That Ubud Feeling
It was on that late-night drive from Ngurah Rai International Airport back to my second-story room in a little Balinese bungalow in Ubud, as the taxi pulled onto my now familiar street, that I first had the absolutely beautiful and breath-catching feeling of coming home. Continue reading
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Pushing Through:
Sometimes continuing a poem does not add value. Sometimes, it detracts. It’s helpful to have the wisdom to make the distinction. I am ok with people not understanding what I mean. Continue reading
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It’s the Little Things
I like to know things. I like to know the plan. I get upset when the plan changes. Not because I am actually and logically upset, but because my brain just literally needs time to get used to a change in information. I expected one thing, and I’m getting another. It’s not bad, it’s different.… Continue reading
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Alive and Free
Mistakes don’t erase your progress, and progress doesn’t mean no mistakes. It’s the way that I’ve learned to step away from all or nothing thinking and to keep pushing towards my goals. Perfection, streaks, and counting days be damned. Continue reading
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Chaotic Calm
I come here, and my emotions are calm against the rhythmic chaos of the sea, the waves in my mind are no match for the waves of the ocean. I breathe, and the beach washes over me, inside me, through me, all my senses on max,, somehow, it feels right. have you tried turning it… Continue reading
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Waking up
Waking up in Ubud, Bali is not the same as waking up in Brooklyn, New York.It’s 6 a.m. and the sun is rising, peeking out in shining rays behind the coconut palms.I throw open my curtains, letting it all in, the contrast is startling, each day anew.The tiny colorful singing birds, orange and yellow and Continue reading
I can I know 