Just a video of this puppy and I having a fonxilious day playing by the pond during a recent visit to my mom’s house. View this post on Instagram … Continue reading Balance takes time.. and love!
Perhaps when we find ourselves bobbing our heads to inner resonance, we’re glimpsing what could be a lovely alignment of frequencies, that which we call music.
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“The Fintech Lab often threw events, inviting outside companies and representatives to come in and participate. Among the ambiance was the crack of beer cans opening, both at events and around 3 … Continue reading Summer in Copenhagen Part 5: Blockchain Workshop at CBS
“…I had started working at BLOC, located in the Copenhagen Fintech Lab. The Fintech Lab is a co-working space for startups, situated in Christianhavn. There I met CEO and co-founder … Continue reading Summer in Copenhagen, Part 4: Fintech Lab (a co-working space)!
We each struggle to balance our passionate vulnerabilities with our comfortable securities. Then we find there is something comfortable in our vulnerability, and something secure in our passions, and that … Continue reading “Something comfortable in our vulnerability”: On Freewill and Empathy
In approaching identity, I like the visualization of “approaching” identity in a way similar to evaluating the ‘limit‘ as x approaches a value, where x is a representation of a … Continue reading Particles and State-of-Being: A Clarifying Response to Shaun Terry
Bare feet pace rhythmically across the wet, glistening asphalt as rainwater is corralled into a tiny rippled stream. It pools by the blocked drain where an isolated silver maple tree lost its … Continue reading Barefoot Suffocation
There is something savory about the friction furnished by the subtle stubble on your face; it’s like a gentle, tingly massage cueing me in to the currency of the moment. If … Continue reading Escape by Transformation
Shaky fingers caress the heartstrings of a stranger, as the mind tingles in anticipation of uncharted consequence. What has changed in these past few weeks,
Mid-sentence and crowded by a familiar stranger, something clicks over. The fear is back. The sweat percolates just below the blank space between each collar bone, in the narrow valley between … Continue reading “Searching for Lost Pieces of Self”
The voices envelop me, warmly, taking me away from myself to put me in myself. They give me spatial understanding. From here I can think and I can fly, and meanwhile, the world won’t go away.