Dear Diary

Do you remember getting a new diary when you were a kid. You’d sit there fantasizing about all the wild secrets you to share with a piece of paper, safe and sound locked behind key.

Do you remember how you would sit over that first page not knowing what on earth to say, as you twirled your glittery pen in your hair, it better be good, but where to start? Scribble Scribble, Erase Erase. So yeah. That’s me over here, and well, I guess I just tossed that key in the ocean. No I didn’t toss it, I threw it. Hard far and long. So yeah, my paper is now pod. My pen the pads of my fingers , but aside from that not much has changed.

It’s hard to know where to start exactly, but knowing that, is there really ever an end. There are so many things that brought me here. Right now. The only place I want to be. The now, more on that another time. It’s a vast and yet very short topic;)

K, so this is where I stand. Tall, but with wounds. Scars and beauty marks. Some people perhaps have never seen. This is my journey in prose, picture, and purpose. I’m becoming a nutritionist as you will see through the evolution of this site, but more importantly, I’m becoming me. I want to share my stories, there are many, my experiences, my knowledge, my isness with you all. It’s wackness dopeness and all. I’ve always been an artist, and I don’t plan on changing that. My canvas now is the human body. It’s complex, dark, bright and beautiful spaces. It’s limitations and its power. Creating health through food, mind, and physical ability.

So are you with me.

K, Hold my hand, close your eyes, make a wish, count to three and come fly with me…