My Musings

A leather bound journal lying on a desk.

Thoughts along the way...

Sometimes I write to untangle thoughts — to give shape to the questions, patterns, and small truths that show up in my work and in life. These reflections are my way of making sense of the messiness of being human. They’re not prescriptions or polished answers, just honest words in progress. If something here resonates with you, I’m glad it found its way to you.

A newly emerged butterfly clings to a tomato plant branch in a garden.

It is the struggle to leave the chrysalis that gives the butterfly the strength to live. If I helped, the butterfly would die.

A close-up of a green butterfly chrysalis hanging from a surface, with others blurred in the background.

Stay behind the magic curtain for a while. Amazing things happen there.

Three blue-toned microscopic biological elements displayed side by side.

Then, one day, like magic, a hidden part of me will appear from behind the magic curtain.

Vintage black-and-white photo of a group of children playing outside with Clackers, a toy made of two hard balls on strings that click together when swung.

People who find themselves on the extremes of an idea constantly swing at one another with words.

A mannequin dressed in clothes stands in a shop window, framed by a large picture frame.

How many of us feel like we just don’t “fit in”? I don’t know about you, but a fake, or standardized me is hard to maintain.

A blacksmith surrounded by sparks and tools works in a busy, fiery workshop.

That jolt comes time and time again, changing you as you are fired in the crucible of life.

A human hand hurls a crumbling rock upward against a bright blue background.

Stones can be used to throw, to build a wall, or to lay a pathway. I choose the pathway.

A flat lay of blank notebooks and pens arranged on a concrete surface.

The stories that have formed your being are yours. All of those stories are strokes that have painted your being as you are right now.

A rabbit sits alert in a grassy field with blurred green and yellow foliage behind it.

Sometimes we become someone else out of what feels like necessity. No matter the reason, pretense is poison to authenticity and life.