The Equanimous Mind®

An inner dialogue with doubt, clarity, and truth–a reflective lens on the human condition.


  • A Buttress Against Despair

    A Buttress Against Despair

    08/08/2025             I have loved. I have lost. I have tried. But, time and again, what has failed me most consistently is my lack of motivation to build a life beyond my research, my art, and my fantasy future. I have locked myself in this glass box I inherited from my father, my mother, and my Continue reading

  • Catapult

    Catapult

    08/06/25 Once, I was so terribly lonely that I decided to make friends with grief and sorrow. I had been scared of these underwater feelings, the kinds that take you down to the depths of the ocean, the kinds that block you from seeing the way forward.             I had to learn how to live with Continue reading

  • Savage, Brave Actor

    Savage, Brave Actor

    08/ 04/ 2025 Most of all, I want my time back. So much so that I was confused by a version of my past mirrored back to me in another person of the same age when I made a U-turn in life. An old reflection that lied to me that love was conditional based on Continue reading

  • Golden Bridge

    Golden Bridge

    08/02/25 My relationship with change is complicated because if I could only embrace change instead of giving in to my stubbornness, which feels like a raging waterfall flowing out of my chest, I would enjoy life much more. I would also save myself a lot of stress, tension headaches, and backaches. I’d probably get my Continue reading

  • Bird Camouflaged in the Thicket

    Bird Camouflaged in the Thicket

    07/28/25 Goodbyes are challenging for three reasons: first, you can’t go back in time; second, you can’t turn a goodbye into a positive if the situation isn’t inherently positive; and third, you can’t move forward if you don’t both discover and carry the wisdom you’ve recently gained. I feel like I owe myself more glimmers Continue reading

  • Hole in the Wall

    Hole in the Wall

    07/25/25 How silly of me to think the worst thing in the world at one point was to become storage. Let me explain what I mean by this, at one point, while I was still on my road to becoming a writer and educator, I had a dream that I was left in a storage Continue reading