The abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart.

Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.

Ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know.

We fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves.

If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone.

I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind.

I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me.