So what do we do now?

Today morning I found myself wondering, am I a nihilist? Do I find life meaningless? Utterly unsalvageable? Or is my inner system just utterly broken, and needs so much repair work for it to function? And for some reason this has reminded me of poets. The first poet was an editor friend of mine, whoContinue reading “So what do we do now?”


Unless the tides change.

I miss bleeding in words. I miss the feeling after. Knowing that I’ve put my business out there, feeling too vulnerable with the world..and yet feeling safe. As if shame exposed doesn’t hold the same power. As if being vulnerable with the world is one little way to feel connected to it. To no oneContinue reading “Unless the tides change.”