A mosaic of mementos to awaken wonder, welcome wisdom, and hold space for heart-felt musings 🪶

Before landing a job as a writer of copy

Lending my words to tell other people's stories

Selling honey wax and haircuts and hotel reservations

Regarding each word as currency

I was a poet.

Not a remarkable one—not even a good one

But I wrote for the sake of writing

For the sake of translating the untranslatable

My grade school diaries were filled with awkward poems and short stories

High school binders with scribbles of lyrics

College notes riddled with haiku (and occasionally sonnets that will never see the light of day)

Journals full of daydreams.

But slowly I spent hours, ignoring ideas that were tapping me on the shoulder

Until one day—the words never came around to play with me any longer

Writing became business,

and eventually, it became boring.

So this space, I'm dedicating

To reconnecting with my creativity

To awakening my wonder

To exploring the world with wisdom.

And the doors to this secret world of mine

Is open to you.