Sometimes it’s a memory that puts you back in the frame of mind to receive The goodness and give thanks that it has found you again. Drawing imaginary worlds from real Hearts is beautiful Prayer.
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 […]
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the truth
I swore I would tell the truth. even if it’s hard. especially if it’s hard. so here it is… I was depressed. Anxious Sad. On. Edge. But also so happy. Overwhelmed with possibility but dragging in agency. I didn’t know it. I didn’t know that closing down and running away was just my way of coping. Am I better?…healed. I […]
creative practice / self compassion
it’s OK
it’s been an interesting week. lots of waiting. waiting for baby (not here). waiting for deliveries(not even shipped). waiting for news ( i don’t really want to hear) and phone calls ( that are really hard to hear when your phone is on do not distrub :(. ) lol. of course, this is really nothing to complain about but i […]
creative practice / self compassion
revolution in the heart
“create whatever causes a revolution in your heart” — elizabeth gilbert on january 7, 2017, i began my artist residency in motherhood. i was not sure what that meant. i just knew that i had to begin. i still don’t know what that means but i just know i want to continue. i didn’t have a huge or really any […]
artjournaling / creative practice
notebooks, art and healing
my friend m. reminded me that i have a lot to process these days. that i don’t have to have it all figured out. can i just say…i am a fan of pre-processing. lol. which does me absolutely no good…my goal these day is to try to stay present. maybe that is why i keep writing about it all. i […]
writing
what matters
one thing these past few weeks and months have taught me is that life is most certainty not a formula.it’s most certainly not about who is watching and what they like. it’s not about perfection or 5 steps to whatever…. you can do everything right and still it all falls apart. you can want someone to live and they die. […]
self compassion / writing
rising with mystery
these past few weeks have been all over the road emotionally, mentally and physically. i’ve not tried to contain or explain them (in great depth) but i have tried to be honest with myself about what is happening. one thing that keeps coming up is my “need” to control all the things and the fact that i have very little […]