“Scream, I want to scream Breathe, Breath isn’t coming Feet, Feet want to Run Movement, Movement isn’t coming Cry. I want to cry. Tears, Tears are not falling. Wait, something else is happening.” Journals, 2005 I was grateful to have a moment alone. I pulled the curtains across our bedroom’s sliding glass door creating a dark inviting cave-like feeling. We lived in a nice suburban track home, with simple but nice architecture and in a neighborhood with large trees and a short

The airplane from Miami to Belize City was bit older than I was used to traveling in. Thoughts of malfunction raced through my mind, as I walked down the narrow isle between the seats of torn sea foam green and light pink fabric that revealed its 20-year-old construction, I began talking to The Bird. The Bird, my childhood friend, always showed up in moments of loss, confusion and overwhelm. At the moment, I was neither lost nor confused, I was totally excited to be traveling