We take up space in our environment, for better or worse. Every step we step, decision we make, and action we take(or don't take) creates a ripple through our surroundings. With our actions and inactions, we create ripples, repel ripples, ride ripples, and even help ripples grow. 

Waves of energy, affecting all things around us. 

The strength of your waves, your ripples, are entirely up to you. Although you may have other people's waves affecting your decisions, your ability to create waves is not actually affected. 

Other people's waves don't have power over you, we simply allow them that power. We give them that strength. It is the illusion we have chosen to believe. The lie we tell ourselves. 

Our minds amplify their waves for one reason or another and we allow them to affect us, sometimes in the smallest of ways. 

But it's all in our heads. 

At any given moment we have the ability to create energy, to create ripples in this world. 

Ripples are moving all around us, large and small. We ride them, we let them affect us, we use them, we reject them, we fight against them, we create them ourselves and with others.  

Every action and inaction we choose counts.

Choose wisely.


Everything around us has it’s own history, all the way down to the molecular level. That sign you passed on the road a few miles back has a story.

From the person who designed the font, the person who invented the reflective vinyl, the team that researched the perfect height to place it at and size to display it at, to the group of people who petitioned for it to be placed there.

The tree that wood is from has a story, each one of those people who worked on the different things that made that sign what it is has their own unique story. 

We rush through a world of history and wonderment because we simply accept our surroundings to be a simple reality (shadows on Plato’s cave), when in fact the world around us in an intricate multilayered web of connected histories.



When the dreams run out, the illusions fade, and subtlety has lost it’s hold, that’s where we find the core of humanity. A white spiral staircase descending into the perfectly black abyss of lost hope.

Columns of crushed ideas towering ominously, blotting out the light from the days that rise and fall in our absence. Be not afraid, this darkness is a part of the cycle of creativity. This dark, dreary, numbing place is where beauty is brought to life from the melting of negativity upon it’s own weight.

Like the warmth of a thousand loves, creativity glows into existence out of the shards of desperation raining from above. It fires out into the soul turning what was once lost into purposeful contemplation and inspiration. Breeding and multiplying hope from within.

Be strong and ride the wave of pure creation that flows through you for it is not good or bad, simply pure.