Valladolid, Mexico

I love Valladolid. It’s just the perfect sized town. Not too big, not too small. A couple of good cafés … More

Stillness

Some days the sun just shines brightly and I walk up the ruins of Izamatul, Mexico and stand at the … More

Times are bright but there’s this thing still going on. I still look for things outside myself to amend what … More

I wake up in the morning feeling anxious. I spend at least an hour trying to distract myself wondering what … More

But first, before any dreams or mental escapes, I sit in the dark with my fears, with my pain and … More

What a beautiful tradition. Where the children sit in front of the altar next to the candle in Merida and … More

I get up early on Saturday. At 6.30 just to avoid the crowds. So that I can get the local … More

It’s one of those rare times in my life when I don’t want to go anywhere. I just want to … More

There are many things we don’t talk about in our family. We don’t talk about how my mother pries and … More

When I put pen to paper I loose track of time. I find the true essence of myself. I find … More