Things, good and bad, show up in your life for a reason… people… some people, good and bad, show up in your life for a reason. I tend to believe we have the cosmic choice to tip the scales towards the good…

It’s all a dream… a sun, a poison apple… they are all the same in the end.

I envy thorns on a the cactus…

Like… the obligation of death.  It is required… whether we like it or not.  So… it’s important how we live.  And grief and joy are part of it all… and love can be painful… but at sometime, somewhere… someone will be lighting a candle for you.

And without asking a question, I’m rewarded with answers… and all becomes clear… because it’s clarity that i am craving 🖤

I found myself in Toluca once again… for this and that… a book fair and for La Feria del Alfeñique. Candy and culture. It’s a rich experience but my time in that city is beginning to wear on me and it’s time to step away.

it was the first time I met you… and I didn’t tell you how deeply you touched me.

I came to a fork in the road... before me… a sun in one direction and a poison apple in the other. I chose by proxy. I value my experiences and lessons from taking that path… but parts of my body and soul are burnt and scarred. Perhaps… we should proudly display those scars… it means we have lived… fully.

…listen to the stars.