Creativity

  • When I Sleep

    When I sleep, am I asleep? Or am I sleep itself? Or both? Or none? Continue reading

  • Unlimited

    I feel the way I feel because I feel the way I feel. Because I am soft and gentle, because I am wild as the rain and free as the sky. But I am not free, not really, not in… Continue reading

  • One

    Here we are, world. Another day of co-creation. I do not own you. You do not own me. And yet we are one becoming many through each moment, each hour, each breath held or released in the face of it… Continue reading

  • Thinking

    It’s an odd spot I find myself in. This middle land of bloggy days. This creative world of half-begun. These are the things that I know: I know I love the freedom of this blog: it doesn’t feel right to… Continue reading

  • The Soft Girl Snooze

    I like to pop in every day, if I can. Often there are days that I miss, and today was going to be one of them. I’m just a bit tired, today. The only me I have available to give… Continue reading

  • I Will Not Fight

    I will not fight. I will spend the rest of my life creating beautiful things. And I will search for the beautiful things of others until I shine. Lit up by beautiful things. I will not fight. Continue reading

  • Fly Away

    Falling from the sky she sings, ‘One day I’ll fly away’. Knowing she’ll always be falling. Knowing she’ll always be longing to fly away. Continue reading

  • Cupcake

    What I wouldn’t give for a blanket fort and a dinosaur cupcake. Continue reading

  • The Sun, The Moon, The Mind

    There is no day. There is the rise and fall of the sun. There is the opening and closing of eyes. But there is no day. Only a rolling eternity split by the sun and the moon, and the mind. Continue reading

  • Breath

    I am the same breath as my art. Continue reading