“Ordinary” is not a catch-all, compensatory category. Rather, it is the very thread connecting us all. We know the ordinary as human beings: those Tuesday afternoons, gas station pumps, hat-covered hair days, awkward encounters, toilet-not-flushing strategies, “do not know how to _____ but I’m going to try I guess” moments, you name it. Ordinary may look different for all people around the world, but it still exists.
Maybe we forget that extraordinary is just that–extra (space) ordinary? We do not have to just experience the ordinary, we can choose to live in that (space). Choose to do and be good in that space. Then share it. Share it with the lives around us. Never underestimate the value of doing and being something good in an ordinary moment. Isn’t that, after all, what most often is labeled as extraordinary anyway?
I just made somewhere to celebrate it. Glad to see you here.

This is not our home. I’ve seen realities that break my heart, bring me to bitter sorrow. I’ve met people who fill me to overflow with hope, an offering of light for tomorrow. When air becomes hard to breathe, I seek to disappear. Somehow, someway, there’s always You who meets me here. I see clearly,
The line is long enough. I do not care to file in with those who readily offer their anecdotes to following or dismembering one’s passion. Passion, after all, quite literally in ancient terms means “to suffer”. Oh, what a pain it brings. Giving of oneself vulnerably, genuinely. It leaves a mark. A deep and bloody
You know those times when you need someone to look into your eyes and tell you that you are okay? Even as you feel anything but okay, they look at you and speak it. You then have the choice to defy your feelings and believe it. Abandonment (mostly as it relates to fullness of life
The most common quality I have seen in the actions or inaction of male figures in my life, whether we are close-knit or accessory, is fear. By far, fear is the most unanimous quality. (Perhaps in people in general, so us females are not exempt by any means and I will be the first to admit
A brief teleological exposé, if you will. I’m writing this for my friends and myself. It is fought for and hard. But, it’s good. Take heart, friend. Two points here toward the tension I personally feel and bodily carry. Echoed in conversations of shared reality with friends, family, and colleagues. Present in the eyes of
When you do not have the words, and emotions are tidal. When you do not know the path, clinging to what keeps you breathing. When you cannot sense release, and apathy is coming. When you want to be honest, but it seems better kept within your guard. When you cannot navigate the deep, yet you