“I can’t think of any better representation of beauty than someone who is unafraid to be herself.” Emma Stone I’m reminded of Elizabeth Appell who also wrote a few lines on the risk to bloom. …and the day came when the risk to remain tight, in a bud, became more painful than the risk it took... Continue Reading →
Our Own World of Days
Perhaps each of us is but a grain of sand, each our own world of days. Ultimately, we disappear into the ripples of time, the intimacy of the many becoming one. Aim for Even posts offer equanimity in daily doses. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read... Continue Reading →