grace.
Grace. Five lettered. One syllable. But so complex in its meaning. It is a word I’ve often heard flung around within the confines of...
the tension of purpose.
There's something about feeling an urgency to do more. To live louder. To create beauty and change. To become. To bloom. It fills you...
crossroads.
Often in my life I've found myself at crucial points that require me to stay or go; hold on or let go. It's at these points - these...
what it means for me to be blooming where I'm planted.
I've often found myself stagnant and waiting for so much of my time here at university. Waiting for life to settle. Waiting for enough...
