a visual journal, of sorts.
Sometimes for me life says —to get off the internets make a life worth living no matter what. You owe that to humanity. Be creative with your energy and your attention. Somehow in this confusion Find a way to feel worthy to find what feels good. And if possible share it with someone. I like… Continue reading
At some point it wasn’t enough Glue and paper At some point I wanted to be original And that was not bad but it wasn’t really what offered me comfort I think there is a place for creating original pieces of art (for the self or to sell) and there is a space of just… Continue reading
Stop listening to voices that aren’t yours Voices that would make you doubt your purpose and power. Get the broom from the closet and sweep it all away. What remains is what belongs but if that feels too tight it’s okay to sweep again until the bones are healed and the foundation mended. Beyond words… Continue reading
You know what that you cannot run away from the broken things So you adjust your path and return with the healing oil. You pour it onto the soil of your bodies And become fragrant with green hope. The cleansing of the wind whispers in your soul. And you dance on the clay floor under… Continue reading
Take care of your own space inside and you will always be in alignment. However, if you find yourself bent out of shape and sorts gather what is yours and free yourself from what is not again. The heavens can hold other Peoples’s energies and selves better than your body so give it to them.… Continue reading
We are filled With water And sunshine at birth Somehow. The layers of my mother’s dreams live in my mouth too long. My great aunt’s fears lodged in my hips. Who am I but soil and soul trying to reconcile and remember my own thoughts? Somehow. I am here weeding and praying over this land,… Continue reading
What if you just trust The unfolding? What if you believe That it is all coming together for your own good? No matter how you have been burned and forgotten and sorrow knows your name too well…what if those stories are only a part and not the whole of you? Allow your focus to soften… Continue reading
Balance Is an illusion that they sell At all the places Telling you to try this and that because surely it will fill in all the holes you offer to the world What if you ask them if these holes could be of any use instead? What would they say? Would they encourage you to… Continue reading
Your sorrow Does not define you It is not the bump that must extracted Instead hold it tenderly Pour your love upon it Serve it treats upon your best pottery. Embrace your tears like long lost lovers who you yearn to catch up with and send on their way to something better… Something holy.
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.… Continue reading