Love, oh love such a sweet, heavy, profound, all-encompassing and so many more meanings to it. You come in many forms. You’re too beautiful to hold and too precious to let go. When all else meets their edges, only you remain fluid and eternal. And why is that? Because you…

What do we say, feel and understand about tunnels? In some way, it gives me feelings of claustrophobia. It also reminds me of the 1996 movie Daylight where an explosion happened inside a New Jersey Tunnel that trapped people inside then the frenzy carried on. …

I’ve been buried in meeting deadlines these days and once in a while gasping to breathe. This afternoon though, everything stops. When an invisible prodding pulls and pushes you out, how do you respond? You simply go! I followed the prodding and of course, this led me to the hills…

I have been disturbed recently by the rapid rate of logging of old-growth forest on where I call my home and paradise — Vancouver Island. Moving west to British Columbia from the east coast in Ontario, I felt to have arrived home. The outdoors, the forests, the oceans, and the…

My first attendance at a Healing Circle for the Earth this afternoon nudged me to once again bask in nature, my happy place. There’s a park downtown where the Moss Lady lays quietly. Visitors come to, like me this afternoon and simply appreciate the space. …

Last weekend, I have been opportune to be part of a soul retreat that doubled as a kick-off prayer vigil for the Soul Awakening Tour bringing two special souls around the globe to spread God’s truth. As I pondered into what I was getting myself into, it culminated in the…

My interest in photography and literary arts didn’t just come one day when I woke up. Taking photos naturally comes alongside my love for the outdoors. Photography is one of the ways I express my appreciation for creation and sometimes followed by narratives. It actually has its roots in my…

When the rains relentlessly pour, it can leave us in a slow and sometimes measured pace throughout our day. The grey usually summons melancholy. Holding it by the hand and sitting in quiet, I get into my heartstrings for some introspection. I put on my indie playlist, closed my eyes…