Who am I? Who am I?The classic question I am asked over and over again. Who am I?The question that weaves through my mindand innermost being. It is the question that penetrates the part of me that feels broken, alone and desolate. I enjoy my life, but how much more do I have to explainmyself?... Continue Reading →

Have you come to the realization yet that what we are and what we think are usually made up of different experiences and our opinions based off of those interactions. Usually, I am not one to judge or think differently of someone based off of their beliefs; but there comes a time when others ideas and ways of thinking can be detrimental or preventing you from acting out your beliefs.

And here I sit, half what I once was, broken and mangled by the storm.

Mother The Woman sits... Always watching...

The cycle of the butterfly

So much depends upon a tree's quiet stance.

I 'borrowed' my sister's crayons.

Death leads to rebirth.

The first steps we take.

Understanding the beginning.