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Equal and Opposite
I could never be famous. I could never be okay with receiving messages, some very heart felt and beautiful, no doubt, that I couldn’t respond to. It would hurt my soul, I suspect. And so, although I suspect that my… Continue reading
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The Enlightenment of Sun and Moon
Moon wandered along the river bank, picking up stars and tossing them into the current as it whooshed by. She had sat a long time by the river. Thinking about thinking, which she knew was a very silly thing to… Continue reading
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Free
It feels as though a part of me has been set free. Over the past few years, I have been working with the aim of writing and illustrating a picture book. I’d still love that very much. But something has… Continue reading
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Creating an art business that sells comfort.
I’m taking the leap, and I’m so very excited. There is a beautiful feeling of comfort within as I embark on this new phase of my artistic life. For the past few years I’ve been aiming my art and writing… Continue reading
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Honesty
Life shifts when you start being honest with yourself. It feels like an exhale. A surrender. A subtle sense of letting life be. I am learning that healing doesn’t happen when you force it. For me, the actual magic has… Continue reading
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Bearing the Fruits of Life
I’ve been fast asleep to the truth of this phrase. Even though I’ve known the phrase since childhood, I’ve never connected the ways my own life has ‘grown fruit.’ It’s a phrase that has always remained slightly abstract, to me.… Continue reading
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Sad People
Sunshine looks pretty on spiderwebs, and sorrow looks pretty on sad people. Sad people spend their whole life painting sunlight on their webs to fool the others into keeping them. But painting a ray of sun in the sky is… Continue reading
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A little Girl and the Energy of Innocence
The little girl stood small behind the temporary fencing. Park closed, the sign said. I couldn’t tell you how her heart might have felt at that moment, but my heart ached, that is for certain. She stood beside a man,… Continue reading
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Healing
My soul wanted to write. The little bird she is, warm in hands. Just wanted to breathe, wanted to send her soft song into the loud, loud world. I’m lazing by the fire, once again: a little girl’s shame in… Continue reading
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The Midnight Train, and All The Possible Now Moments
I am reading the Midnight Train, by Matt Haig and it is mind bending in the best possible way. Of course, there is a sweet little love story, which…well, I cannot resist the loveliness of that. But there are also… Continue reading