Rise

By: Gabriela Yareliz Despair seems to be as available as the air we breathe. It feels palpable. I see it in the faces of strangers, colleagues, clients. I sense it, too, in those I love. I sense it in myself, at times. The thing about despair is that when we breathe it in, it seemsContinue reading “Rise”

Being Human: Here Comes Autumn

FALL TRANSITION By: Gabriela Yareliz And here we are. Inside of my little studio, French jazz playing, little amber candles burning and the drawers of my dresser only half closed. That’s the way it goes on a Friday where I don’t want to leave my house anymore, and I just want to start my sentenceContinue reading “Being Human: Here Comes Autumn”