it’s not always fireworks and shooting stars; sometimes it’s a simple spark within that whispers, ‘you’re on your way’.

As fireworks lit up the Chicago skyline on Monday night, I laid in my bed falling asleep to the sounds of my city as memories began flashing through my mind.  Alone in my apartment for the first time in ten nights, the booms from the finale reminded me that another Fourth of July had passed- and somehow it was … Continue reading it’s not always fireworks and shooting stars; sometimes it’s a simple spark within that whispers, ‘you’re on your way’.

silence of the heart.

We search for happiness everywhere, but we are like Tolstoy's fabled beggar who spent his life sitting on a pot of gold, under him the whole time. Your treasure--your perfection--is within you already. But to claim it, you must leave the commotion of the mind and abandon the desires of the ego and enter into the … Continue reading silence of the heart.

you once told me, our fingerprints don’t fade from the lives we touch. is that true for everybody, or is it just poetic bullshit?

Women and elephants never forget. Dorothy Parker Another night, another dream about the past.  I hold Facebook responsible for placing old friends and memories into my subconscious mind.  From what I can recall, last night's dream was centered around a high school basketball game where many of my former teammates were present.  Come to think … Continue reading you once told me, our fingerprints don’t fade from the lives we touch. is that true for everybody, or is it just poetic bullshit?