I hope you are blessed with a heart of a wildflower. -Nikita Gill
I suppose I imagined a garden blanketed in the most luscious green, the kind that glimmers in the sunset-tinted evening light as a sporadic breeze brushes gently over the leaves, causing them to give ever so slightly. Over the layer of greenery the sky infinitely stretches on and on without an end in sight, the […]
Mentally I’ve written and re-written the introduction to this post a thousand times. Inspiration has never felt so desperately out of reach. It’s like curling your fingers into a fist in the air and hoping to capture a butterfly – in a room where there’s none. The cure can only be fresh air and freedom, […]
There comes a string of seconds during the day when the still transparent air transforms into a fog of shimmering gold. The moments are fleeting, evanescent. If only you could twirl in circles on tiptoes with an opened glass jar held in a hand outstretched, fill it to the brim with the twinkling light and […]
It occurred to me as I was handling the mandoline slicer – a nifty godsend of a kitchen contraption designed to transform (or personally, magick!) homogeneously tracing paper thin slices out of some fruit/vegetable/hard cheese? – that in an alternate dimension without said device I would be having dramatically less fun making this tart. These […]
Happy holidays! I know it’s a few days past Christmas but I wanted to share my first ever gingerbread house project because I’d like to think that it was a major success, and also is there really ever an inappropriate time for Christmas content? Shout out to Pinterest for the ingenious window hack – gelatin […]
She wore a dress that was dipped in the colors of a bonfire – streaks of orangey-yellow melting into a gold so bright it looked white. The air around her was a shimmering pale gold, and her dress twinkled in the late afternoon light with every soundless step she took. She walked head down on […]
I imagined a world in gradients of pink. A dusty rose, a powdery faded pink, sweet pastel, an electric fuchsia bordering on cherry. I imagined them all together, like roses planted side by side in a flower bed.
For the longest time ever I visualized the epitome of truly living to be hopping on a flight to an unexplored destination when the urge to go somewhere struck. Definitely somewhere with stunning blue waters running parallel to the whitest softest sand. Someplace where the locals spoke a different language, or at least speak a […]
“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, […]
Sun rays on bare skin. Cloudless cerulean skies. Crickets punctuating the muggy summer air with their unwavering high pitched cries. Afternoons so blindingly bright that everywhere you look is an overexposed picture. Flushed cheeks, floaty cotton dresses, long hair swept up in ponytails. Leaves a verdant green. An occasional breeze whooshes by. Sighs of relief. […]
The popularity of the simple chocolate chip cookie baffles me sometimes. From a baker’s standpoint they aren’t the most exciting things to make, but they elicit such dramatic reactions in the people I gift them to in the best possible way.
To be embraced by the warm aroma of caramel and butter and the music that is beautiful, reposeful silence – that’s my happy place, my dream world, the dimension in which my consciousness resides that is hazily tethered to reality solely by a strand of silken thread. It’s where I go to disconnect, this crystal […]
There was a time when the overzealous student I was thought that the more complex the vocabulary and more convoluted the sentence structure I could use to articulate my ideas, the more intelligent I would seem. Then there was a time when I admired the clarity in my peers’ simplicity of speech. And then there […]
Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future… …What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility […]