Gentle reminders for dreary days — There are times in life when everything feels sunny. It’s as if everything you’ve ever dreamt about is coming true — as if you’re the leading character in your favorite movie, and you feel as if you could fight giants and climb mountains and join the Avengers. And then there…

A poem — There’s something about a summer’s day that makes me smile, that makes me dream, that makes me feel as if all the problems of the world are going to be ok. Perhaps it’s the feeling of the sun upon my face, a gentle kiss from Mother Nature, reminding me of what it…

Resist the urge to let hopelessness take root in your heart — Change is inevitable. Sometimes change is wanted — sometimes it’s hoped for, and sometimes it’s wished for, and sometimes it’s worked for — the manifestation of our dreams coming true. And then there are times when change is a swing backward. …

A poem — When I ask you to tell me the meaning of growth, what would you say? Perhaps you’d tell me about how your flowers blossom and bloom when they are watered, and fed, and standing in the warmth of the brilliant sun. Maybe you’d tell me about how your little one keeps growing…

A poem for the ones in search of joy — When you are faced with the unimaginable, when the pain in your heart splinters through your being, and when your bones feel as if they are too heavy to rest within your body, and when you feel as if you could no longer shed another tear, for it’s as if there is no more water left…

A poem for the ones who need a little push — It’s easy to play things safe: to keep your dreams wrapped up, and your heart locked tight, and to sit so far from the edge that you couldn’t possibly see how far the ground is below. It’s easy to stop yourself from dreaming to talk yourself out of the things that light your…

An ode to theatre — Someone once asked me what the point of theatre was — why should we care about art when people are hurting, hungry, and in need of clean water and food on their table and trying to make ends meet? Why should people spend time in an old building listening to…

A poem for the ones who imagine — I hope you reach beyond what’s conceivable, that you let your dreams and your hopes and what you wish this world to be explode towards the heavens and linger amongst the stars. I hope you ignore the chorus of the ones who tell you “no” — that it is impossible, and that…

A poem for dreamers, movers and shakers — Here’s to the ones who set their own course. They are the dreamers, the changers, and the movers and shakers. They hold stardust in their bones, and magic in their veins, and they see the world for its beauty and all that can be. When they have a vision, a…