I owe it to myself to go deeper than the romanticized notion of simple living that I had unwittingly painted in my old article. Here is a postscript to that article; a brief outline of what I hope is wisdom gleaned from another year.Read More
It's been 8 years since the first time I got inked and I see how much I've changed through what I decide to put on my skin.Read More
We buy, they sell. We sell, they buy. If authenticity is currency, how much is your value?Read More
This creative couple knows what it means to go for your dreams. Camille Pilar and Harold Crisostomo have transformed their lives to reach the goal of living by the sea.Read More
Two days ago, I filled another notebook to its last page. It was the red pocket-sized, non-ruled moleskine that I started on the last week of 2015.Read More
the first two years were easy.
the parts we liked about ourselves
were the ones we picked apart
and admired from up close.
Where words fail, images prevail. A collage is a visual essay. The pen tool is still a pen.Read More
I write for a living and I write to live. These are two things.Read More
let me buy myself
a cup of specialty coffee
or cold-pressed juice
to make up for the fact
After the workshop, nothing feels the same. I am once again understanding a new side of me and the change doesn't creep or crawl. It overwhelms. I look at old pictures to catch a glimpse of my growth and I try to predict what my next portrait will look like. Whatever happens, I can only write about it.Read More
I meant to visit sooner or maybe that's not entirely true.
Today, I was reminded to give credit where it is due. As thorough and thankful I make myself to be, there are moments that still slip past my good graces, and I forget to say a word in thanksRead More
It started with a small ship. I didn't want to go too far. I only wanted to feel what it was like to sail. But I was silly for believing in a world defined by its limits--Read More
For the past five months, Sofia and I have turned to this project to regain our hold on the world. Unexpected ordeals would trip our balance but working on the materials for the workshop helped us find our center.Read More
When the world is speaking to you, your body learns a new language. Your heart discovers how to taste. Your soul sings.Read More
We don't leave the house unless we have to run errands and I'm starting to feel older than I actually am. If we are the sum of the 5 people we hang out with the most then we're really coming up short, unless all 3 dogs count (they do!).Read More
In our small garden, I've learned to enjoy a new level of quietness. It is the opposite of cranking up the volume until all sound is blaring noise. Instead, I tune into a silence so deep, I seem to hear the earth breathe.Read More
We took the old motorcycle out for a spin on the far end of the beach and we dreamed of exploring new breaks this way. It wasn't surfing but it felt just like it: the rev and the runs, the torque in the turns.Read More
This tattoo will always remind me that words are never just words. They are complete entities and experiences unto themselves.Read More
You wake up early but you let me sleep in, even if it means missing dawn patrol again.
Sometimes I think you lose your keys on purpose, because you know I'd know where to find them.Read More