Sketchbook
Humans
Have compassion.
Sketchbook
Have compassion.
Articles
I’m finding more and more that great things happen when our feelings, thoughts, words, and actions are congruent. When these aspects of ourselves align, happiness is found. When my internal dialogue is in turmoil I often find that one of these: my feelings, my thoughts, my words, or my
Poetry
In shadows cast by life’s hand, I stood alone on desolate land. Lost, forsaken, my heart bereft, trapped a world where bonds I once had left. With weary steps, I tread that path, Where laughter once danced, I experianced silent wrath. Isolation’s cloak tightened its hold, As sorrow’
Photography
There are amazing sunsets, and then there are extra amazing sunsets. This one took my breath away. I was worried I would never be able to capture its beauty, and while this photo is far less spectacular than what I witnessed, it serves as a reminder of how I felt
Poetry
I thought I had no love left in my heart to grieve for those who do not love me in return. I had committed to reserving my grief for those who did so. Yet, you proved me wrong in my understanding because you stopped loving me, but I chose to
Sketchbook
I’ve been drawing and designing a comic strip in this style. I actually think it could be a pretty cool way to discuss and process the events around us .
Photography
🖼️📸 Photo of the Day! I took several nice pictures of this fearless little fella a couple years ago. He allowed my camera lens to get just inches from him. Hummingbirds are so beautiful and brave. 🕊️🐦 ✨
Photography
Enjoy the sunset wherever you are. 🌅📸📷
Poetry
History gives a map of future’s way, Left by those who sailed our waters yesterday. Darkness hides deep below, naps in mystery, While warnings flowed stray, And now we question life beyond this day. Our anchored hope, though veiled, Claps at fear, And waves victory Where hearts now lay.
Poetry
As progress renders shadows obsolete, warnings of certain darkness go unheard. Shade cast on nothing; forget guardrails serve to learn. Forgotten shadows neglect battles fought first in mind. This allows the path to failure as unprepared is human kind.
Projects & Ideas
In 2015, I began exploring an idea that had been forming in my mind, a project focused on philosophy, religion, and universal concepts. It stemmed from the realization that much of my thinking had been shaped by the JW framework I was exposed to as a child. I wanted to
Poetry
Death, can you hear my constant cry? My spirit, burdened, falling in battles; I can no longer fight or fly. I think now to a time of beauty, peace, and light, Though I remain unseen, all my problems cease their might. I pause my words and reflect on what that