Two of Cups – The Flow of Love

This image that I captured at Prospect Park reminds me of the 2 of cups tarot card. Something about the gliding of the swans in the water evokes a sense of femininity. The waters remind me of emotions and the flow of life – which is also representative of the 2 of cups card. Ultimately,Continue reading “Two of Cups – The Flow of Love”

I See the Light But…

I finally see the sun through the forest. Slivers of light make their way through the dense packing of the trees. A clearing is in the distance. But—there seems to be a magnetic force around me. That’s what it is right? That’s why can’t I step towards the clearing. … what else could be preventingContinue reading “I See the Light But…”

Central Park, My Playground

A young girl from Queens, Central Park was my playground. E, F, and R trains, with direct routes to Midtown, placing you at the entrance or within walking distance. Climbing up and down monstrous rocks and boulders, quite a feat for a child- Rollerblading on paved park streets of concrete, swerving in and out ofContinue reading “Central Park, My Playground”

Be Kind to Yourself

Some days, I’m not even fully sure what the human experience is supposed to be like. Why are we blessed with these brains that don’t serve us to our higher potential?Sometimes I misspeak words, overthink things, get distracted, criticize myself, worry, stress, complicate things, forget. But I have to stay motivated, keep myself focused andContinue reading “Be Kind to Yourself”

Gratitude

Thank you for being you, for unknowingly being a muse, for cracking through my somewhat tough exterior. Thank you for believing in me, for encouraging me to be more active about things I was passive about. I’m still a work in progress, sometimes I fall off, but I think about what you’d say to meContinue reading “Gratitude”

NYC Summer

Inescapable heat intensified by concrete and steel. Throngs of people crowd the streets, dirt envelops all surfaces, the scent of rancid garbage permeates the air. Despite it all, rain is beautiful on a steamy day; the petrichor feeds my soul, relief has washed over my body.  Shot by me at The Brooklyn Barge, Brooklyn NY

In the Present

Slaves to time, a concept that quietly dictates our lives. Getting things done while waiting for it to pass, so we can overcome certain feelings, and look forward to pleasantries. We anticipate events and outcomes; self-induced anxiety. We live as if time really is a linear concept But what is time really? How do youContinue reading “In the Present”

The Conditions Weren’t Right

I watched it die Once a big bountiful plant, it soon shrank in size Flowers ceased to blossom from its petals I couldn’t cultivate new ones I tried my hardest – I watered it when dry, yet not enough light I placed it in the sun With light too direct, the leaves burned Given theContinue reading “The Conditions Weren’t Right”

Path of Least Resistance

Nature, the world’s organic symphony Take some time to listen – Hear the trees sway, sometimes they whisper in a light breeze or howl like the lone wolf on a windy night. Birds remind us that wildlife lives among us, chirping, calling out to one another in a foreign language A background soundtrack to yourContinue reading “Path of Least Resistance”