A perpetually changing, ever shifting magical puzzle that’s the fabric of our universe and allows us to exist even for a little while? I mean that’s just plain amazing.

Sometimes, I write in poetry (and sing and paint) because not having to make sense is the only thing that makes any sense to me.

I tell myself that something bad will happen if I’m honest. But it’s not about what might happen. It’s about what already happened.

I’m trying to accept that there’s no fix for a broken heart, no cure for unanswered questions.

You cannot make the truth appear any more than you can force your intuition to talk by yelling at yourself.

Healing and loving yourself can also mean admitting to yourself that you don’t want to do this alone.

Working toward our dreams while living in reality doesn’t have to be lonely. Let’s change reality together, guys!

Our dreams matter. Collectively, our dreams hold to the keys to a more kind, peaceful, joyful, compassionate, loving humankind.

Sharing my new album and an upcoming performance on Dec. 3!

Why does Halloween exist? Is it because our humanness allows us to find a way to transform our fears into something fun, something goofy, something beautiful?

It’s all real. And, sometimes, just that realness feels enough.

Such a simple thing, learning that I matter.

I see your humanity because I see mine.

What is justice?

These are the words I have right now, a swirling, mashed up mix of statements and poetry.

My darkness is proof that others’ transgressions do not define me and the person I am and who I am becoming.

I thank my younger self for holding onto hope, even when she thought she had stopped believing in a better future.

What do you see? Let's make meaning together while staring at my painting, "Transcend No. 1"!

Reflecting on the first artwork in my Cycle Breakers series …

There are people who don’t want me to be trapped and stifled. There are people who love me for who I am and want me to be free.