Reflections

Reflections

A reflection is a strange thing, it shows you exactly what is there, and at the same time, hides the truth.Is she behind the glass, or inside the city reflected on it?Where does the face end and the reflection begin?What we see often feels like the whole truth....
Looking back..

Looking back..

She wasn’t running from her past, she was carrying it. Every city left a scar, every goodbye a lesson.That evening, she made a decision she had been putting off for a long time…to stop looking over her shoulder and start looking ahead.Sometimes the bravest thing...
Wind Moonstone

Wind Moonstone

I visited Wind’s gallery the other day and it felt a memory you can walk through.Like memories that are not longer sharp but still deeply felt.There nostalgia here, but not the painful kind, it is soft, peaceful.. free.A reminder of youthful carelessness, of...
Stay Solid, Stay Real

Stay Solid, Stay Real

What it takes to be ourselves? Is it about being perfect or loud? About fitting and winning?I believe is about alignment. The moment that our words match our hearts, our actions match our values and our lives reflect our spirit then the energy changes.Because a person...
For Every Mother, Here and Gone

For Every Mother, Here and Gone

To the women who became home before they ever found time for themselves.To the women who carry worlds no one sees; sleepless nights, silent sacrifices, unspoken fears, and a love so so deep.A Mother,She is strength wrapped in tenderness.The first heartbeat we ever...