Welcome!

Hi there! I am Isabella. I have lived relatively few years on this earth, but I long to fill each one to follow with as many experiences as possible. Writing is my therapy, movement reminds me I am human, and art allows me to productively channel my emotions. I grew up rock climbing, practicing yoga, and developing a passion for anything which enables artistic expression. Follow along with me as I grow into myself, my sensitivity, and develop a little life of adventure.

Here lie the unfolding thoughts, worldly observations and my journey towards finding peace among the vicissitudes of life…

Vicissitudes of life– “a fluctuation of state or condition”

…the inevitable ebbs and flows of life…changes that occur in the development of something…mutability…

I find such comfort in the usage of this phrase. It reminds me of the ever-fluctuting human condiiton, the necessary practices of nonattachment, and the inevitable coming of change. Only in embracing the natural ebb and flow of our lives will the dust settle and until the waves to carry us to shore where we land, safe, secure

  • healing from heartbreak

    The fracture left by his absence didn’t vanish; it just stopped bleeding, and I can now hold what we had with tenderness– admiration for the depth of our love. I suppose the moment I never thought would come has arrived–subtly, and unannounced. The heart, once clenched around a name, the pang of hearing his, begins Read more

  • Reclaiming the pieces of my life

    The moment I stop trying to be the person everyone else wants me to be is the moment I begin to truly exist. Over the past few years, I’ve returned to writing, sporadically, as a kind of refuge—but also as a means of confronting the relentless churn of my thoughts. There’s nowhere to run, no Read more

  • Letting go of my childhood home

    When I am abroad, I find myself assuming a (slightly) negative perspective of my birthplace. This says nothing about my family and everything about me. I am incredibly grateful for the life I have and the one I grew up with, but the physical location, I feel little attachment to. (or, so I thought…) My Read more

  • A return to normal life

    I have done nothing the last month except walk to my next destination each day. Although, I should say this with a grain of salt because there were days where we exceeded or fell short of our projected stopping place. We were simply walking, always moving forward, but never consumed with the forecast, just the Read more

  • Abre el Camino

    A few weeks ago I walked into an art gallery with a section of purchasable antiques. Among them, a Catholic candle with the words “abre el camino” painted on the side. Amidst my preparations for the Camino de Santiago—which as I write this, is one week away—it certainly caught my eye. “Abre el Camino,” meaning, Read more

  • Writing as incessantly as I think

    (Our eyes absorb light which then send signals to our brain to interpret them, a natural processes of perception, but sometimes I grow tired of the blaring flame—of my circuits firing) Even as my eyes are shut, I see light, my brain in overdrive, and when the heat, energy, and tension have nowhere to go, Read more