On Sundays, I write Love Letters.
With tea in hand and you on my mind… and once they’ve been sent, they gather here on their shelf.
Sunday Love Letters
The Question Too Big
I love talking about
my mother…
But it’s still tender.
The Month She Kept
Sometimes I wonder
if September became
her final spark of mischief.
The Summer of Silence
In late July I noticed
this eerie silence
within me.
The Garden Next to the Bus Depot
Do you have a place
that feels like
a cloud?
The 1000 Days of Longing
It's been 1000 days
since my mom
passed away.
The Hum Beneath the Calm
There's something
about that number
- nineteen -
The Shortcut & The Biker Boys
Sometimes people assume
I'm some sort of shiny person.
Well... I’m not.
The Publish Button
This week I finished something
that I had been working on
for two years.
The Waiting Game
There's a part of me
that always wants to know -
when will it happen?
The Strongest Man That Ever Lived
What if I was
never meant to be
the fastest?
The Saboteur
Have you ever felt
hopelessness sitting
beside you?
The Beauty of the Ordinary
Today is Mother's Day
here in Latvia.
A day with many layers.
The Crumpled Pages
All week I have been writing little
snippets to send you...
And they all ended up in the bin.
The Box We Keep Filling
Lately, I've been thinking
about happiness.
Am I happy with my life?
The Courage of Feeling
Sometimes I feel like
I keep walking in circles…
Stumbling on the same pebbles.
The Note Left Behind
This week I stayed up way too late.
And I knew I was going to feel it
the next day.
The Scarlet Mischief
I've been wearing red lipstick.
Not for anyone else.
Just because I want to.
The Language of Gravity
I think I am carrying
the weight of the world
on my back.
The Middle of the Story
I like to live my life
imagining that it's
a fairy tale.
The Hospital & The Joy
It's funny how life answers
our quiet questions
in the most unexpected ways.