On Children (by Kahlil Gibran) Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

The Big Blue, my favourite childhood movie, I can’t think of any I loved more than this. The soundtrack was one of the first CDs I owned. Every single track boomed with the sounds of the ocean. It scared me that I could understand his insanity, his obsession, and that I would forever be drawn

Much to my mother’s horror while I grew up and almost consistently chose gangly looking boys, I have always found the most beauty in imperfections. A flashing row of teeth with that one squiggle tooth or a big old cheeky gap. The softness and vulnerability of a strong man’s balding head. Hand mushed jewelry that

Tyler, it’s so strange to have you back in my life again… after 15 years of on and off searching. The days of Wonder are coming back like vivid flashbacks.

“I’ve seen the eye of God and been touched by her hand. I’ve seen miracles happen and been disappointed dozens of times. I’ve been almost everywhere, met almost everyone, seen almost everything, done almost all of it, and I’m still waiting to be discovered. The night has a thousand eyes and I’m a gypsy dancer