Inner Work


Held: How To Engage Differently With Your Griefs

“Everything begins and ends with something held.” – Didi Leavitt Our hands take. They hold. They give away. They’re open for a reason because it’s our prerogative to choose what, when, why and how to take, to hold and to give away. And when we can’t do the first part, we get to choose how to experience our experience of it all and how to engage with our…


It comes & goes in waves

It’s been more than 2 months since the crack made its way into my heart. I’m not hurting as much, perhaps because I named my sorrow. I named my love. I dive into a lifetime of what could have been each time I close my eyes and it comforts me. Still, I’m jaded, but I’m not. I’m hopeful, but I’m not. I want it, but I don’t. This…


A lot like Paradise

Your name is a promise. Like honey on my tongue, it sweetens my insides every time I speak it. When others get a bundle of purpose, you’d have been our slice of heaven; our slice of paradise. A living island, exotic and welcoming, and ours to call our own. You came with the promise of adventure and travel. We’d have been wonder-eyed at your gasps and how wow…