I love what my son calls dead flowers aka cut flowers. I realize this week that I’ve slowly been collecting them from every place I go. Like a touchstone. A prayer of possibilities. Flowers are tricky because of the matrix of industrial flowers and all that. I am not here to preach because the world is full of preachers. I […]
artjournaling / self compassion / writing
Yourself
Keep yourself For yourself at times Take yourself out and just be without shields Let who you are come back to the earth And fill your bones with your name Again.
creative practice / self compassion / selflove
Retrying
There has to be a part of me. Of us. Of life. With all it’s sorted parts. That keeps reaching. Not only for light but dirt. And flowers. Paper and water. Look. Feast. Thrive. Sit down. In the meantime on the remains of last winter and the winter before with dirty toes and open hands. A tiny parade of sugar […]
self compassion / writing
Let this heart beat free
Let this heart beat free/you don’t need to legitimize/be made legitimate by any eyes/but your own.