Vulnerability is vital.

The hum of the city faded, replaced by the hush of wind rustling through magnolia trees and the soft crunch of our footsteps on the worn stone paths.

To examine whether what you do, where you are, and who surrounds you feeds your spirit.

It’s true that few human beings give of themselves to another as a dog gives of itself.

I drink in the sun’s first light, and when I close my eyes, I am in a world of fire-coloured crystals dancing on the surface.

It’s strange to think of myself as these two separate girls, but that’s almost what it feels like. The same me, sitting here, typing away—just one name change away.