I have always been fascinated with words and language and writing. It is my most powerful and joyous form of expression. I also like to paint and draw and, though my skills are imperceptibly above a dilettante, I also enjoy playing piano and guitar. For others it might be dancing or painting or singing or cooking or building websites or building a house or anything you can imagine. We each have our unique form of expression.

The beauty of this world is we are all different. There is enough space and enough resources for each and every one of us to be true to ourselves and live life the way we want to live. We don’t have to be the same. We don’t have to be like anyone else. All too often we look to external sources to validate our existence and prove our worthiness.  We are all worthy. We are all enough exactly as we are. I say this because I’ve spent too much time not being me, too much time wearing a mask, draped in the accouterments of accepted norms and marcescent ideals performing an act instead of just relaxing into the strength of who I am.