Where did the time go?

Wow, has it really been a month since my last post? It has.

Time seems to be flying by this year at a break neck speed, in which I am clinging to a speed boat and letting the spray of the waves hit my face. I have been slowly learning to enjoy the speed. To enjoy the chaos. Ever so slightly, I release my grip on the speed boat of life and reach my hands out to enjoy the wind.

Times are changing and I am changing to too. My hopes and dreams are shifting and moving. These changes can be scary and frightening. The idea that the thing I once wanted and dreamed about no longer holds my hearts desire. How a future I was dreaming about has now taken a different shape. I have to remind myself that it’s alright to change. It’s alright to look in the mirror and see a different person from the month before. It’s okay to change my mind and make different choices.

I have been waiting to get back into writing again. Sometimes, I think about a poem or story I could type but then the desire to share with you fades and I sit back and think some more. This last month has been filled with me thinking. Pondering life questions and simple surmises as well. This time is usually spent in silence or with music in the background. Recently, someone asked me if I enjoy living on my own. My response was that living alone gives you lots of time to think. It can feel lonely at times. You can start to question friendships and personal connections. But I have come to enjoy these long periods of time by myself. After a period away from fellowship with others, I have started to appreciate the “still quiet voice” that the Bible uses to describe God’s presence. When I reach this quiet place, something inside me shifts and changes. I have felt it. When I go back to get togethers and fetes, I am not as anxious about who to talk to or what to say. I take each interaction with a sweet smile, happy that I can talk to someone interesting. Even if it is the man behind me in the checkout line or the person sitting near me at a family gathering, I have started to love those small moments.

Sometimes I don’t want to acknowledge that these feelings are a result of my anxiety waning. Social anxiousness no longer has a hold on me as it once did. For this, I am very thankful. It has taken years, conversations, silence, reading, writing and therapy to slowly make anxiety no longer have a hold on me. A friend told me, when dealing with mental health it is important to remember that soon the years you were sick become only a small part of your story. As time progresses, you are able to count many more healthy years than times you were sick. This is a blessing.

In my personal life, I have changed jobs, found a new apartment, and have many plans to travel this summer. With these plans comes an adjusted time schedule and new rhythms. I don’t want to apologize for these plans as I am excited about them and look forward to them. But with these things comes less time to write and devote to this blog. So you may hear from me frequently or you may not. Regardless, know that I am fully enjoying my summer months and will hopefully pick back up posting in the fall.

Be well,


(Photo by Zoe Schaeffer on Unsplash)

A time for writing

It’s been a while since I took up the proverbial pen (so to speak) and wrote or posted anything on this blog. This is in part because I have moved, taken a camping trip and helped my parents sell their house. It’s been a bit of a whirlwind the past month. Within this space, I have wondered about myself. I have asked “What am I doing?” “Where am I going?”.

Change seems like an ever constant friend in my life. But I am still surprised each time Change comes knocking at my door. “Oh! There you are!” I say and proceed to let them in. They really like to stay for a while and shake things up.

Part of me wants to blame the change in my life for my lack of writing. Honestly, that really isn’t the reason. I have been unwilling to sit down and process all these life changes. Moving forward I want to shift this way of thinking and let my writing be a place to express what is happening in my life. I want to commit myself to blogging, penning poetry and rhymes and crafting short stories.

Each time I take a break from writing, I always find myself falling back into its gentle embrace. The words and the cadence of the sentences allow for my mind to sit at ease while a world rages around me. Last year was a whirlwind and I am still processing everything that happened. My mind, my heart sits in silence and my inner dialogue rages while my outward appearance reflects a calm demeanor. I have not let myself process last year. I have not let myself process this now. It feels bottled up inside, waiting, lurking.

What am I trying to say? I want to take time to write thoughts and feelings. Create small snippets and vignettes that express what I am feeling. I want to keep writing. I want to keep this blog going and create more and more. But I have to be honest, it may not be pretty or lovely. It may be very melodramatic or cringy. I am willing to take that chance because I believe that I need this space. I need this small corner of the internet.

So thank you for reading, liking, and commenting. I do not write to become famous. Instead the friends I have made on the way have made this writing journey even more sweet. Thank you for being an excellent listener and staying even when I have lost my voice.

If you are interested in what I have been doing outside of the blog, I have been published in the second issue of Free Verse Revolution, I will also be part of the Anthropocene Hymnal and the Beautiful Struggle Poetry Anthology both of which will be coming out later this year. I have been extremely blessed to be part of these projects and I look forward to stretching my writing and my creativity even more.



Who, What, Where, When

Hello fellow writers!

It has been far too long! I decided to take a few weeks off during the holiday season. This time away allowed me to focus on my family, my friends and myself. It was good to take some time away. The year of 2020 will be forever imprinted in my memory because of all the changes and events that took place. I needed time to process and work through everything that happened. Not only that, I was feeling a bit of burnout and writers block toward my poetry and fiction writing.

One of my big goals of 2021 is to work on my children’s story. This is an idea that has been marinating in my head and hastily written on scraps of paper for the last 2 years. I am excited to sit down and really put my nose to the grinder and work on it. Through resting and taking time away, I’ve realized that I really need to draft a comprehensive outline and really flesh out the story and where it is going. I have written some “one shot” type pieces which have been a lot of fun. But to construct a full story, I need to spend time on working out specifics of the plot. If you are interested in checking out this story, you can find some short pieces I wrote here:

Piece 1

Piece 2

Piece 3

Piece 4

All in all, I am looking forward to sharing more, writing more and getting back into the swing of things. I will be starting to contribute again over at the Go Dog Go Cafe along with joining writing prompts as I find them. Thanks to everyone who kept up with my writing through 2020. It was a crazy hear but I felt as though I stretched myself more than I ever had, in terms of writing. This year, I hope to challenge myself, keep writing sweet little poems and continue reading the works of my dear friends.



For humanity….

Last night after working late into the night, I decided to skim through the Presidential debate to see what had been said. Let’s just say, I was appalled to see what had taken place. There was a complete lack of respect and decorum. Shouting, talking over, and lack of moderation. It was horrible to watch and listen to. As someone who has taken debate class, I can fully assure you that what happened last night was the antithesis of a debate. 

But what did I really watch? What can I glean from such a conversation? What was really going on here?

On the stage we saw two white, over 50 males along with another white male “debating”. During the “debate”, I sometimes could not hear either candidate or the moderator as people constantly talked over each other. Well, mostly one person aka President Trump would disregard any debate etiquette and talk over candidate Biden and the moderator. This felt like an edgy SNL sketch from 2012 but in this case I was watching reality. This really was the first of three presidential debates. I was left disgusted, appalled, confused, angry and horrified.

We know that this is not how presidential debates are supposed to run. We know that candidates are allowed some name calling. But last night was completely different. Because of this stark contrast, it is important for me to outline what I learned from such a showcase.

First, I learned that President Trump is not interested in debate. He is interested in disrupting and defining his own time and space. He is interested in using ad hominem to try to prove his point. Give me ONE example of Trump using real logic to talk about an issue (I’ll wait). Trump is interested in engaging in disruptive behavior that does not allow opposition to speak. When directly asked to condemn white supremacy, he is willing to declare a rally cry instead. His character was on full display and I can conclude that Trump is a self centered, power hungry, melomaniac that has no real regard for truth, justice or general human decency.

Secondly, I learned that candidate Biden is interested in speaking to the “American” people. Quite a few times during the debate, Biden broke the fourth wall to speak directly to the camera. Trying to appeal to those sorry watchers at home. He tried very hard to stay on point but was ultimately egged into joining the madness. There were many moments where Biden was flustered, at a loss for words and downright angry. He answered the moderators questions but was prone to try and speak over Trump. Biden used ad hominem as well while talking about policy. In many respects, those comments fell flat against Trump’s barrage of comments. Biden did not speak to certain policies as much as would have liked. He did not define certain key issues around immigration and climate change which I would have liked to hear more about. I can conclude that Biden is interested in appealing to the general “american” people and making sure people rally behind their dislike of Trump to vote for him. (which at this point might be just what gets him into office)

Golly, what was that “DEBATE” though!? What do I want my president of my country to say and do? How do I want the leader of my country to act on camera? How do I want my leader to act behind closed doors?

When thinking about an ideal leader, I always think about how the Bible informs my perspective. I believe that as a Christian, it is important for me to understand leadership and government from Jesus’ words. I understand there is an alternative debate about the validity of faith and scripture. I am not going to address that here since these are my personal understandings and beliefs. In the Bible, we see various examples of good and bad leadership. There are kings that do it right, there are oppressive ones that do it wrong. But when I look at the New testament, I believe that Jesus’ nature and character are the examples of good leadership. In the christian faith we announce that “Jesus is King” but what do we mean when we say this? Let us take a closer look at Jesus’ actions to understand the answer. During his life, Jesus was a teacher, radically kind to women and outsiders, speaking and addressing poor people and sick people. He spoke about how you are to “love your neighbor as yourself” and “take up the cross and follow me”.  He was humble in his teaching and willing to go the extra mile to help those in need. His words and his teachings speak of “turning the other cheek” and doing things “for the least of these”. The one case we see Jesus getting angry is when he walks into the temple (considered a holy and sacred space) to find merchants taking advantage of the easy access to the outsiders wanting to sacrifice at the temple. In general, Jesus preaches love, peace and a new reality where you do not have to be defined by your past but instead “you can live in light of the cross”. Therefore from the New Testament, I can gather that Jesus as a king would be humble, kind, generous, willing to listen, willing to defend the weak, and bring justice to the outcasts of society. 

This definition of leadership is my foundation as I try to lead others and as I look to others to lead me. I believe that a leader who showcases these attributes will help achieve a society that allows all people to thrive. 

You might be asking, well what does this have to do with POLITICS? Don’t you care about public policy?

My answer is yes. I do care about public policy but I also care about my leaders’ character. The old adage “actions speak louder than words” is completely true and is important to consider when picking a leader. Quality of character does matter when speaking about politics. In the most recent debate, I believe that the candidates’ characters were on clear display. Here we can see that our current President does not reflect any of the leadership qualities described above. Instead he seems to display many attitudes that are opposite to them. 

So how should I vote? Should I stick my nose to the ground and vote on policy only? I would argue no. There are many things to hate about Trump but something that I find personally disgusting is his complete lack of empathy and ability to showcase kindness or generosity. This lack of dignity does affect my vote. It does affect my thoughts about the party he represents. It does affect my thoughts about people who vote for him. 

I become angry when people defend the President’s actions. As though they are living in alternate reality where a leader is allowed to do anything and everything to get their agenda across. For me, it is very obvious that the current leadership is only interested in maintaining and furthering the power they hold. 

After all that has been said, after everything that I have written, I would like to say I am glad we got to see the candidates debate. That display of utter chaos feels like the perfect representation of everything happening globally. Maybe then people will see the utter madness that Trump represents. Maybe then young people will feel inspired to become better leaders. Maybe we can start addressing real issues and topics in the next debate (which I foresee as being very unlikely) But I can hope right? I can hope for the change that I want to see in the world. I can try each day to showcase my personal definition of leadership. Then generations from now, I will see the impact of the choices I made. 

Black Lives Matter. 



Sunshine Blogger Award

Thanks To PatBunny for nominating me for this award! I always think awards are a fun way to connect over the internet-sphere. It is fun to read the responses and also check out new blogs! Be sure to check out PatBunny’s work here: https://patbunnyblog.wordpress.com/

Now on to understanding more about myself….

1. What was your inspiration to start blogging?

I was inspired by reading different famous writers. I wanted to test the waters of writing and share my thoughts and feelings. It has been such a wonderful way to process life around me.

2. Are you a morning person or a night person?

I am a morning person. The stillness and quiet of the morning hours cannot be achieved at any other time of the day. I love watching the sky turn pale link to blue. My dog running around sniffing every inch of grass. I truly enjoy the mornings.

3. If you could travel back in time, what would be one thing you would change and why?

What would I change? Wow, I feel as though this is a loaded question. I would go back in time to the day the library of Alexandria burned and prevent the fire.

4. What is one book you would not mind re-reading?

Howl’s Moving Castle. Every couple of years I re-read this gem. It is one of my all time favorite stories.

5. What is the one blog post you are most proud of? Share the link!

I am really proud of this piece. It is one of the longest pieces of fiction writing that I worked on. Although it is not perfect, I am proud that I was able to write this many words: https://liyonadancer100.wordpress.com/2020/05/10/story-collaboration-chapter-2/

6. Are you a “fold the page” type of person or “use a bookmark” type of person when reading a book?

Ooo. This is the ultimate question! I am both. Books that I own, I will fold the page. Books that I borrowed I will use a book mark.

7. What is your favorite quote and why?

“When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?” — Arthur Conan Doyle,

8. If you could spend the day doing only one thing, what would it be?

I would spend the day gardening 🙂

9. What is something you’ve started and wanted to finish for a really long time but just haven’t gotten around to it?

I started learning Japanese in grade school but never kept up with it. Over the years, I have tried to go back and learn more kanji/hiragana but it hasn’t stuck

10. What is your dream job and why?

I would love to be the manager of a hitorical property. I love the idea of up keeping the landscape and also helping guests enjoy the space.

11. Tell me your go-to joke!

It’s an inside joke with my family where we say “like my earthly father” with a heavy NY accent whenever we need to emphasis the ridiculousness of someone’s actions.


• Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link back to their blog so others can find them.
• Answer the 11 questions asked by the blogger who nominated you.
• Nominate 11 other bloggers and ask them 11 new questions.
• Notify the nominees about it by commenting on one of their blog posts.
• List the rules and display a Sunshine Blogger Award logo on your post and/or your blog site.

My Nominations:


Melody Chen



Cobbled Contemplations/Rhen




Lucys Works


Rose J. Fairchild

My questions:

What is your favourite time of day to write?

What books have you read recently?

Have you discovered any new hobbies in the last 3 months?

What poem/post are you very proud of? (include a link)

If you could spend an afternoon in one cafe, where would it be?

What keeps you motivated to write?

Are you a decent speller?

Name your favorite movie quote.

Where do you see your blog in 5 years?

What is your third favorite color?

Do you own your favorite book?

A time like this…

There is so much that I want to say. So much that I want to share. And seemingly not enough words to describe everything. I look at the news. I look at the protests and I look at the death counts. I look at the signs, I look at the media and I look at the masks. Do you see the anger? Do you see the broken communities? Do you see the injustice? Do you see the dead bodies?

Where is the justice? Where is the “New World” we were promised? Where is the hope? Where is the truth? Can I dictate what should and should not happen? How can I critique any actions in light of my own privilege? 

All these questions, All these hashtags and I find myself hopeless. Looking at my own hands for answers and I am wondering why I live such a peaceful privileged life. I listen to the “Hands up Don’t Shoot” chants and I want to throw up because I think about how many young black men have stated that phrase before a bullet entered their heads. My heart is ripped into two when I see George Floyds family honoring the life of their brother, so cruelly taken from this world. George should have passed away with grey in his hair on a rocking chair in his hometown. His last breath should have been 50 years from now with his grandchildren holding his hands. My eyes, they can’t see because of the tears. The angry tears that make me want to scream and smash every window of my own house. I want to burn myself into oblivion for living in a world that conspires against all that is beautiful and pure. And after all this screaming, shouting, and tears what is left? How can we reconcile all these wrongs? With mis-information and hate speech at the fingertips of so many, how can we create change in this world? 

Then I think about the children. What world are they growing up in? They see a blank page of the world. Full of possibilities, potential. Through their lens, I wonder if they think grown ups are crazy. Willing to let pride be the definition of life. The fear they must feel and subconsciously know because everything is passed down through generations. 

Then I wake up to the sounds of people screaming as tear gas blinds their eyes. And the coughing, the endless coughing. The gagging in the streets. The ventilators in the hospitals. Trying so very hard to keep people alive. The nurses cover up another face as another person dies trying to breathe. So many invisible viruses all resulting in death counts numbering more than our brains can comprehend. The other day I saw a funeral procession on the highway. At least 10 cars all in a line, blinkers flashing. I blinked in time with the flashers and wondered how many blinks George took before his last breath. Maybe 25? 

So yes, I am angry. Angry at evil, racism and how it resolves to continue every second. Angry that the United States was built by enslaved people. Angry that somehow people don’t understand the institutionalized racism of our culture. Yes, I am mourning lost lives.The church bell tolling on and on for each person who left this world never to return. People taken by human hands and the virus. People who will never hear “I love you” ever again. Friends and family who now only have pictures to remember the soft warm embraces of their loved ones. 

But even as my heart is heavy and I feel an ever growing dread, I know that I cannot rest just yet. I cannot lay down my weary head while the death counts rise. I must with my own two hands start to plant seeds of peace in the community I live in. The weeds are many but there is room for growth. I can listen, be intentional and above all pave a way for the children of this world to live in peace. It is not any easy road to achieve the vision of a reconciled nation. But I fear that if we do not define this goal, the protests, the rage, it will become just a sentence in a history book. Please, hear the angry voices, hear the protests and then look in the mirror and say “Am I willing to set aside my pride and sense of self to achieve a future that truly provides justice for all?” 

Go. Run to your community and declare that change must be made. Come alongside your neighbor as you both weather this storm. Listen. Stop and just listen to the hearts of those hurting. And finally, let us be gracious to each other as we navigate change. A change that can bring healing and restoration to each of our communities. And one day after we have all passed away, our legacy will be defined by the positive change that we created.


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Another Saturday Reflection

Now that it has been a few weeks of working from home, drinking tea during all hours of the day, I thought it would be smart to take some time to ponder life, liberty and this place we call social distancing.

As someone who loves routine and rhythms, I have found staying at home to be difficult. I consider myself to be an introvert.  So the fact that I am not going out doesn’t necessarily bother me. Its more the fact that I am restricted in seeing and hugging friends that I hold very dear. Video chats and phone calls do help, but it’s not the same ya know?

In other news, my sister and I have embarked on a new creative project together. We are going to write a series of children’s books! (or at least try to!) I am going to be the writer and she will be the illustrator. My hope is that it will still be a very collaborative process and help us grow in our own creative respects! But as we continue, I realize that I have not collaborated creatively in a very long time. Does anyone have any pointers? Any words of wisdom or advice? At this point, we are still in the very early stages so I want to make sure we lay down a good foundation so that we are successful in our endeavors!

Be well,



Saturday Reflection

Hello everyone,

It has been a hot second (or should it be a cold second? Since it’s winter still?) since I took a moment. Sat at my desk. And wrote a bit of a reflection. 

So much time has passed partly because I was trying to be better about writing poetry and posting prose. I think I have become somewhat more frequent, especially now that I am trying to be part of the Writer’s Workshop over at the Go Dog Go Cafe. This workshop has helped inspire other stories and other prose. Once I start writing, I find it hard to stop. Maybe this is a good thing? My writing tends to spark new ideas that then spark other ideas. Like fireworks that fire one after another. Many times it is difficult to keep up with it all; all the ideas that pop into my head.

One idea that I have sunk my teeth into (gross?) is that I want to start working on a children’s book series. I have been mulling this idea over in my head for a while now. At this moment, the timing feels right and I can’t wait to get started teasing out this idea further.

Oh, and the quarantine right? Let’s not forget this. 

I am currently working from home. I am very thankful I have a job that can be remote. But the transition to “work at home” has been extremely difficult for me. I have found it hard to concentrate, difficult to stay motivated and overall I am lacking motivation. My loved ones have been grating my nerves with their natural tendencies and without realizing it, I have let my anger dictate my speech. 

In these moments, I can’t help but think “How long will it all last?”. It’s a race I never wanted to run. Well, let’s face it, none of us wanted to do this. But here we are stuck inside doing our part to keep others safe. 

I don’t want to just complain, moan and groan for this whole reflection. So, let’s talk about the bright parts of my day.

When the sun rises, I get to see the sky turn from pinky greys to bright blue. The early spring has meant that there are flowers right outside of my window, which I glance at every chance I can. My fluffy dog sometimes will walk in during the work day and bless me with puppy kisses. That feeling of a warm mug of tea in your hands as you start the day. Or the picture of my family at my “work from home” desk that I look at and remember those happy moments. 

All these little blessings are so good, so good for my soul. I just need to take time to remember them. Keep strong everyone! 



I wanted to pop along and let you know that I feel very content with life at the moment. Yellow sunny ray hit my face even in the cool February breeze. And I wonder, will this feeling last? I tell the lady at ESL class that I am doing well and for the first time it really is true. Work is okay, family is happy and friends are near to my heart. Am I concealing something dark underneath? Are my eyes invisible to suffering? I feel very content with life at the moment. Red warm fire slowly creeps through my fingers until it reaches my heart. The movement of people places and things are drowsy and put me to sleep. I no longer have those anxieties. Am I growing wiser? Or am I masking something? The green buds that rise from the earth in the early spring give me hope. If they can bloom, why can’t I? Why can’t I turn my face to the sky and breathe in all the wonderful things that have been made? I feel very content with life at the moment although I seem to have forgotten my name.

A Time to Rest, a Time to Write

Oh Hello!

It seems like forever since I sat down and spent some time writing on this blog. Why did I take time away?

Well, the easiest answer is that the business of life took me away. I wish it didn’t but it did. Now I come stumbling back to my keyboard wondering if my dear writer friends will still want to hear my poems.

I have felt a strong sense that it is important to take time to rest, recharge and reconsider my life journey. These past few weeks have been this time for me. Although I have been busy, moments that I normally would take to blog have been filled with reflection and meditation.

This time away has made me more excited to start writing again. I have different and new ideas that I want to try and for the first time I don’t feel fear in sharing these ideas with you.

I am looking forward to the future. The bright sun and the yellow pink shadows that fall as I turn my face toward the light.

Be well and you’ll hear from me soon. I promise.



Photo by Angelina Kichukova on Unsplash.