Being human
and life's little mysteries

I recently took a trip down memory lane in the form of a trip to Amsterdam, a city I called home for a tumultuous and transformative...

Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun the heaped ashes of the night turn into leaves again and...

Oh how I miss the days of blogging. It feels like a long time since I’ve had the opportunity to sit down and put words to my experiences...