What happens

in life after trauma?

It was a sweltering summer night. The music was Canon in D by the Brooklyn Duo. The temperature was cool and breezy; courtesy of air conditioning in my loft apartment.

Cocooned by the flowing air, I stood looming over the white kitchen countertop to eat dinner.

Perhaps it was the mellifluous dancing of the notes—or maybe it was the sombre pauses in between them.

Whatever it was; I felt a surge of tears which sprung forth into a torrential downpour.

Uncertainty and confusion voided my mind for a few pulses until understanding dawned on me.

It was the first time in my life that I felt safe.

Thus sowed the seed of this blog, where you’ll find my journey to heal wounds from the past and peer with me into the present and future with a sense of amazement and divine wonder.

Godspeed my compassion to your heart. May the words found on these pages be the salve your soul needs.

Enter the Castle of Solace;

Here