babbling emotions

Seven centuries ago, the Persian poet and philosopher Rumi extolled “the eye of the heart” as seventy-fold more seeing than the “sensible eyes” of the intellect. 

Growing up, language has been this tool that emits might and power – expanding reality but also limiting and contracting what is perceived and manifested. 

Tower of Babel

The limits of language and my deepening relationship with it often feel frustratingly fragile and futile. 

be a catalyst for change

A teacher once told me write to publish or don't bother to write. When I hit that publish button on what I have written, all my intentions are released into the ether, the wild, the cosmos. The act of pressing the send key on my device can be cathartic - inspiring, refreshing and reassuring. 

I put my whole self into the writing and, just maybe, what I just published will make an impact. A lot can be said about the power of written language - capturing words in tangible form lasts longer than when merely uttered or imagined. 

When carefully constructed and applied, it can be a catalyst for change.

women hold up half the sky

The rhetoric of politics is a clear example of wielding and weaponizing words. Print media and press across nations endorse their candidates with convincing zeal and authority - truthfully or otherwise. Candidates themselves are capable of much worse - qualified or not, most are unworthy to serve. 

It is humbling and an honor to possess the ability to craft words free of bias or colonization. To be able to contribute in any way to the larger work. Work that is inherently a collective and collaborative effort. It is in each one of us taking on this charge that change happens. 

I would like to create some space for you to know me as the author of this text - beyond my name, position in life, or job title - as your fellow human being.