004 | Waiting.

Mint Condition. I was raised in the age of beanie babies and purity rings. Everyone I knew bought into the hype, with sterling silver rings on their left index fingers and rows and rows of beady-eyed bears lining their shelves. The rings invariably read “True […]

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003 | Truth.

Truth. There was a time when I shied away from Truth, And kept my secrets safely hidden, For Truth itself was a sharpened knife — How could I trust such a weapon? To bear my soul was to hand the blade over, And to risk […]

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002 | Rilke.

There is something sacred in finding your own heart reflected in the words of a stranger. It serves as a reminder that we are woven together across space and time by a common thread: we are all image-bearers of the divine. Ever since I read […]

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001 | Hello.

Hello, friend. I’d have preferred to introduce myself face-to-face, over a cup of tea (or a cup of coffee if coffee is your cup of tea.) Even as an introvert, sharing my stories in person is easier for me than writing the emotional equivalent of […]

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