This being human is a guest house.
Every day, a new arrival. - Rumi
the way solitude shelters
but numbs and one doesn’t exist
without the other
because you can’t have cake
in the house without wanting
to lick the frosting
when you think no one is looking
the way worry twists itself into a ball
of bed linens slightly damp with sweat
your blood moving still despite your heart
being so broken
Who am I?
I’m a systems engineer and creative coach living in ABQ, NM. I believe that we can intentionally design our lives to align with our deepest dreams and desires.