Welcome,
To the beginning of momentum
Messy. Resilient.
Steadfast in her ways,
all the more loyal to her process.
Progress,
that’s my only goal.
But to say such a thing so vast is unreachable..
so they say,
dont they?
I mean, who’s to say..
Does who matter anyway?
I make my movement at my pace,
I am not encouraged by any race.
Movement for me happens naturally.
just watch,
or don’t.
It wont only be me who will see,
this is as is
and meant to be.
Whats Not 2 Love Blog
“Whats not to love” is a phrase that has sat with me for years now. A thought that always felt more like my life in a sentence. The shadow, the light, the contrasts of life. A reflection on what is and what couldn’t have been. This blog is a project that speaks to the balance of things. The peace and chaos, the love and grief. My hope is that as you engage with this page we find harmony amongst the symphony that plays regardless of our involvement. I hope to share flow with the river of life and to find community in the discovery of such things.
Whats Not 2 Love
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Reflections on Living The Last Lap of 2026
There is an awkwardness to starting. 6:07 pm Walking into this year, I had a particular kind of expectation. One of those things you don’t realize you have until you notice it’s different. Looking back realizing it isn’t at all what I thought I had in mind. Relatively new to the world of astrology, numerology,…
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Starting from the Here&Now
10/14/2026 1:01 pm, according to my laptop. Funny how things play out. I am sitting here at my dinner table, preparing to maybe write something worth reading. My Laptop thinks its 1:02pm but my phone alarm just rang for 12:02, time to open my laptop and write. I have a lot of alarms that keep…
Begining where we are.
Start learning what it feels like to be you.
Often there is an initiation of dramatic discomfort or upheaval of the life we had become familiar with. When we begin to look beyond what we were told to believe we start to notice what it is to be alive.
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We all remember things someone once told us about ourselves. Things we held on to, identities we found truth in. These don’t need to define us, but they can help paint our portraits.