The Crystal Caves

This week has zipped by so fast that when I look back, I can’t even remember doing anything worth mentioning—seriously, what even happened? 😂 There’s been so much going on around me lately. I keep telling myself not to let it get to me, but I think my body might be a better judge of that. I don’t feel stressed out, but somehow it’s showing up physically anyway. Work has been a bit of a madhouse recently. With two of my colleagues off on vacation, it’s just been me and another coworker holding down the fort. Those two weeks were intense, but we made it through. And just when I thought things might ease up, my best friend at work decided to quit. She’s putting…

I am a “bayer” now, that’s what they say. Although my daddy was originally from East End, I am spending the rest of my conscious life here on the west side. It is the most populous district on island and “troublemakers” live here. It’s not as ugly as you think it is though, there are a lot of good places (especially restaurants!) you can safely hangout with friends in here. It was a lazy day last weekend so I decided to go to ironshore and just chill. I have been here for more than a year now and to be honest I’m just bored most of the time- that’s why I go out as much as I possibly can. I don’t really have a “passionate”…

Lately, I’ve been watching Natalia Osipova’s performance of Giselle, and… wow. I didn’t expect to feel so much watching it, but I did. I still do. It wasn’t just the dancing (though yes, she moves like she’s made of moonlight and memory). It was everything — the music, the stillness, the way love and heartbreak and grace can live in one story, one body, one breath. There’s something about Giselle that lingers with you — like the echo of a song long after the final note fades. You think you’re just watching a ballet. But then it stays. Quietly. Gently. Like a memory you didn’t know meant something until it started whispering back. Maybe it’s the way she loves — fully, without hesitation. Maybe it’s…