Finding beauty in the ugliest of places

lonely window

I’m fascinated by decay. There’s something about broken people and broken things that I find alluring. Holism suggests that “the whole is more than the sum of its parts” (shout out to Aristotle’s Metaphysics). I might be drawn to disintegration because it reveals parts with meaning beyond their whole…



Reminding myself as my patience is tested. It never hurts to be kind, even when frustrated as f*ck. Thanks, Banksy.


This quote shook me to the core

“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live” — Norman Cousins


I’ve grappled a lot with loss. What is it about grief that compels us to cling to our pain and focus on the gaping hole? If a meteor blasted a crater in your garden, would you abandon tending the other plants because of the one hole? Although I didn’t completely abandon other parts of myself, I could be giving them more attention. Here’s to nourishing what lives inside of us amongst the wreckage…