From side to side she sweeps her bow across the strings. Eyes closed, lips pressed, shoulders hunched forward, and body pulled with the vibrant tug of the melody. She is gripped by the music. Lost, and yet utterly found. This is her place. Here in this creative space, pouring into her cello words that could … Continue reading The Redeemed Tragedy of the Cellist
What words could capture the longest week of my life? Not even pictures would scratch the surface of the intensity that is moving a family across the world. Still I shall attempt. Last Monday feels like an eternity ago. My life in America like a dream I just awoke from. And it's only been five … Continue reading Norway
Our identity is everything. To get a job, to open a bank account, to drive a car, to travel, to marry, to go to school..literally everything in this world requires identification. What's your name? What do you look like? Who are you? You know what you look like. You know your name. If someone asked … Continue reading Who am I?