A Pandemic Time Capsule: Day 5 in the COVID Ward

I logged into Twitch today and saw one of my old livestreams was still there—a raw, unfiltered glimpse into my time in the hospital during the early days of the pandemic. It was labeled Day 3 of my COVID hospitalization, but it was actually Day 5 which I know because of the date (9/27/2020) and my extensive documentation. Watching it now feels like stepping into a time capsule. Life has changed so much since then. I'll always love fat me. She was fun. She was awesome. And yet, looking back, my heart aches for how I was treated by family—their misplaced priorities, their inability to see me beyond their own discomfort.

By |2025-06-05T11:13:33-06:00February 26, 2025|COVID Diaries|Comments Off on A Pandemic Time Capsule: Day 5 in the COVID Ward

Si’kono She’va Alah’vast’nu: The Artist’s Invocation

True art is an expression of the soul. It is a calling that cannot be contained, an energy that must be released. To withhold it is to create a dam within the self—one that builds pressure, causing unease, anxiety, and tension in both body and spirit. Art is not always logical. It does not always arrive with clear purpose or explanation. Yet, it must be expressed. To create is to move, to breathe, to align. Before the masterpiece can emerge, the clutter must be discarded—the noise, the distractions, the stagnant energy held within. One must empty the vessel of its burdens so that the soul’s true essence may flow freely like ink in a pen.

By |2025-02-21T04:19:09-06:00February 21, 2025|Art, Writing|Comments Off on Si’kono She’va Alah’vast’nu: The Artist’s Invocation
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