the truth is these days are so deliciously full when I sit out to think about words to capture it all there is no language for this just like there is no real language that can ever capture love and all it’s many forms or hate (for that matter) you know what it is by the way it makes you […]
creative practice / self compassion
perfection and art
you don’t have to be perfect and polished to be an artist you just chose to show up daily allowing the tiny spark of doing to createthe shape of your life
selflove / writing
accept the passion
it is what saves you let it burn as fast or as softly as your voice yearns call out to it if you need to let it be a tossing bowl of emotions and desires fighting wildly in the streets of your heart it will sigh and dance unhinged and unashamed bowing to the sun caressing the sigh of the […]
creative practice / writing
hot nectar
Love is a mysterious thing 44 minutes and the soup is done Sunlight piercing red hibiscus juice Holding onto the rose bush with pierced Hands If only you Could stop Listening at the door Of time and Other people’s Head Maybe you would be Still like this morning chickadees Again Dancing on the branches that belong to the Wind Knowing […]