So, it is our duty as mortal, thought-producing, free-will bearing, and yet, spiritual beings to carry each other's burdens, to share in each other's experiences, and not just beg our perspective to see what another sees, but walk our eyes over to the other side and truly see for ourselves.
Beaming with sweat, we exit the stage to meet and greet with the audience, and this is when my normal day in the make-believe jungle took a detour.
When love wants to get close enough to be felt or heard, it adds a stroke of paint in the empty spaces around us, until all we see is what we recognize as beauty.
"Melissa! You're running 4th leg!" If emojis existed back then, I would have definitely been the one with the blue face and bulging, disbelieving eyes. Trying to explain my short-distance, long-distance logic proved ineffective in talking my couch out of putting me in the race. Jesus be a rescue inhaler.
The lights floating overhead formed a halo of calm and chaos in the room. The rolling trays, clanking instruments and the distinctive swishing sound of cotton pants walking in deliberate circles created a confluence of serenity and urgency. The walls were sterile with just the slightest hint of grey. There were eleven people occupied in… Continue reading Only The Beginning
I wasn't just going to aspire to be something familiar and safe. No, I wanted to be wowed by my dreams and taking rockets to the stars appeared to be the only place to start.
“You’re lazy.” I remember someone close to me, someone who's voice rang too loudly in my head, telling me those words when I was six. (No worries Mom, it wasn’t you I still owe you for the nights I literally peeled your eyelids open to tell you all the things in the middle of the… Continue reading La-zy: a noun