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.
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 […]
creative practice / selflove / tinyhappy
Making me
As much as I resist the colors, the scribbles and the faces just find their way here. I don’t know what I have it on my mind to make when I sit down but right now these are the things my soul speaks onto the page.
creative practice / memory / writing
Flinging sentences
This week has been so full already. Managing needs. Expectations. My own. Others. Here we are though. The leaves are starting to return to their true colors. This morning our hair was kissed by a sweet breeze. The sky is falling. Around us. The branches still have us in their house.here we are just waiting on our boat to be […]
creative practice / photography / self compassion / tinyhappy
Okay
Find little tremors of beauty in the day. In the camera roll. Open the window. Go outside before it gets too hot. Let things drop and roll. Gather your thoughts and prayers for your family and your world. Let them sing with the crickets over the green. Let it be. as it is. Okay.
creative practice / tinyhappy
More scribbles
I’ve been enjoying just picking this (current) sketchbook up and playing when I get a free moment …usually at night or in the morning…tbh. Anyways, there is about no expectations just helps me keep showing up. It’s good to have a little flow after a bit of a break.
creative practice / list / tinyhappy
flowers, art, kiddos(not pictured), summer heat (felt), fake s’mores , head wraps , cold brew (and hot brew), sooo much laundry, ice cream and the Potomac under our feet. poems sleeping in the corner with dappled light and nosey cats.
creative practice / memory / self compassion / writing
inspiration has to find you working
Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working. – Pablo Picasso in truth, I have been resistant to write here or anywhere about things because I wanted to be careful of the narrative I was projecting into the world and into my own life. The world is complicated …to say the least. I have very little deep knowledge or philosophy to […]