One step.

One step.

The blinking cursor. Dread, in pixels. A white, empty page, waiting for brilliance. Or is it? SO many people have confided in me their deep wish to write a book. And when I ask them ‘what’s the problem, why haven’t you started yet?’, they tell me about how hard it is,...
Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Sadness is beautiful. It’s also sad, of course, but what a precious gift! Feeling lost, feeling lonely. Feeling a heavy ball of tears in your throat. All these shades of pain. Looking out of the window, seeing nothing but your own inside. Shoulders down, eyes closed....