Inspiration

  • Disabled

    Imagine. If the highly sensitive folk labelled those who are not like us: disorder, disabled, broken. Imagine. Just imagine that. And we’re the broken ones they say. The ones who paint a canvas as naturally as the sun paints the… Continue reading

  • Soon

    I know you hear them. The bells that ring for you sing for you bring for you the stepping stones of destiny. What if I were to tell you it’s all much easier than you think? What if I were… Continue reading

  • Breath

    I am the same breath as my art. Continue reading

  • A Strange Sort of Beautiful

    It’s a strange sort of beautiful, this life. I’ve followed the breadcrumbs, even the ones I knew would blow up my world. (They blew it up: into a million pieces of possibility. Beautiful possibility, for everyone around me.) I have been… Continue reading

  • What Really Matters

    What really matters is love. In the end, love is all that matters. The end. 🌿 (This is a beautiful, beautiful short film. Please watch it all the way through if you feel so inclined- and then send it to… Continue reading

  • The Sun

    She shines quietly for peace as the rain falls all around. She watches the storms rage and knows her role is still to be as she was born to be. The sun. Always the sun, no matter the dark clouds;… Continue reading

  • Needs

    What do we need, humanity? We need love. And choc-chip sunshine biscuits. Continue reading

  • The Wind Of Change

    When the wind swings the fallen leaves so naturally to the ground, I ask her, why now? And she whispers: because it is time. *** My beautiful bloggy friends, My empath-ness goes all the way around at tough times like… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 27. Destiny

    Deep in the darling woods, the darkness creeps and the wind whispers of daisies and delight: destiny hanging in the air beyond the trees. Waiting. Waiting for permission to live. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 9: Truth

    Darling diamond, fire within; the birth of home in a burning house of ‘good’ and ‘bad’. Aching truth becomes the darling ever and always. Passionate truth becomes the choice never to hold another’s heart with selfish hands. Continue reading