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I feel small. The kind of small that sinks in your chest, your heart center. Deflated. Dejected. Deserted. I feel bullied. Settling into the isolating aftermath of standing up for right, for truth, for equality, for the underdog. I feel invisible. Like the feather drifting, seesawing, back and forth, fearing the truth when I hit... Continue Reading →
Featherweight by Suzy Kassem "One evening, I sat by the ocean and questioned the moon about my destiny. I revealed to it that I was beginning to feel smaller compared to others, Because the more secrets of the universe I would unlock, The smaller in size I became. I didn't understand why I wasn't... Continue Reading →
I caught myself today in the Autumn rain, Making due with all I've got today. I caught myself today in the Autumn rain, And the love I've got won't fade away. Tonight I am grateful for friendships worth missing, the comfort of fire, the optimism of sunnier days ahead, and the gift of staying in-... Continue Reading →
It has taken me a while to ween off of the safety of the automatic settings, but I am getting there. There is this irrational insecurity that blares through my head - that those who are photographers will see through the fact I don't know what the hell I am doing and cringe at the... Continue Reading →
Social media is loud. The world is loud. Loneliness is loud. Sometimes, It's so loud. So loud, that your "groove", your "essence", your "it" factor melts fast. So loud, that you may feel instinct to pull away, retreat and hibernate away. So loud, that your brain is cramping up from wringing out the external stimuli.... Continue Reading →
Contentment by Jim McGregor, The Tao of Recovery I want money, houses, cats, furs, stereos, friends, and ... contentment! I have everything that I need, but I want more. Then I will be secure. But will I be content? My inner space is empty, and I have tried so hard to be fulfilled that I... Continue Reading →
Edmonton International Airport (YEG) Nisku, Alberta, Canada I'm not sure if it's the setting sun, the way the Edmonton International Airport's feature entertainer is serenading in a pitch perfect acoustic medley, or the way the body walks just a little bit slower and smaller after coming home from a grand adventure.. But I feel overwhelmed... Continue Reading →
The West Coast Runaway Pacific Coast Hostel, University of British Columbia Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada If Whistler taught me to find the courage to sit in moments of extreme anxiety, returning to Vancouver is giving me the canvas to explore slowing down just enough to listen in to what my body needs. I have had... Continue Reading →
