A preface: Though I speak them and share them, the words that follow aren't mine. They're yours, synthesized and stolen from the calmness of your eyes, the whisper of your breath from across the room, the gentle curve of your spine against the chair. They're our words. Feel this.

Paths
There is a path that leads nowhere,
 leads to nothing.
It is not a path you follow
and it is not a path you take.
It is a path of Enlightenment.
Many will dismiss it,
ignoring the call of future-past.
Many walk it unknowing.
At times it is wide as the deepest river.
At times it disappears amongst the undergrowth.
As you walk with it,
 You will come to know its many moods.
Some days it will caress you with falling leaves.
Others it will batter you with branches hurled by gales.
But keep walking. Always continue walking.
There is a lesson to be learned.

This Post is Filled With Joy

In honor of my friend Brooks embarking on his journey beyond Western, I'm going to take his advice and start using this blog space for more than just serious academically charged essays and emotionally charged breakdowns, because there's more to my life than that and if this blog is supposed to be representative of me, it should represent me in all ways.

Ashlyn's scar kind of matches my fading temporary tattoo.

Salsa is intense.

And LIFT!

Sleepy Panda is no match for NinjaCamera

Showing our support at the AS Club Awards Ceremony

Acts of Kindness Club is FIERCE!

Kindness... spread that shit.