Lights, Fixtures

  With all due respect to The Moz, there is a light that goes out. This past January was a dismal 31 days in my city, weather-wise. We had the lowest amount of sunlight recorded- 48 hours to be exact – in a month. I wouldn’t say I was depressed, but I had to crack out…

Bringing It Back Home

It’s that feeling in the belly of the heart which pulls and twists and contorts towards a light in the distance. The light is a guidance system, a GPS borne of the stars, a tug at the tides which wash upon the shore of my spirit. If I turn my head to that light, hand…

Slow Ripening Fruit

I am not a good friend. Ok, now let me rephrase that in a more positive light, in a new context, a way that doesn’t make me sounds whiny and self-pitying, which is not the point of this writing.  Here goes again. I haven’t learned to be a good friend. Is that better?  Does it…