Let your presence speak for you ✨

One of the things I love to photograph is decay. To see the beauty in not only the perfection of a flower, in its full blooming glory, but also the variations through time. This particular hibiscus was in a butterfly garden. Though visibly eaten by young caterpillars, it still radiated with the health of its … Continue reading The Eaten Flower

Have you heard that procrastination is an emotional regulation issue? Perhaps it’s also protection from something you intuitively know won’t be in your best interest, and we also need to consider learning to balance rest within a work and production based society as valuable of course… but seeing the connection between avoidance and perfectionism / … Continue reading Avoidance & Learning Safety in Criticism

The Earth and its people know pain, of this I am certain. We see it in the news and in the eyes of our neighbors. In the stories of loved ones that unravel the bits of thread that once pierced them, stitch by stitch. And then, more happens. As if the level of pain in … Continue reading How to Put Hope on a Heart?

I go walking Mid day when the sun is warm on my skin and the light bounces off in every direction. And I pin little nodes of frequency into my ears and I let the music carry me away. Symphonies cascading through my head and down to my heart as I stop for a moment, … Continue reading I go Walking

But the ease and pure grace with which this value is given, Is astounding in its magnitude. Intrinsically entangled within the very Spirit of life. Ever searching, understanding. Loving its pieces into infinity. Consistently aligning & re-aligning purpose & desire to meet with the Holy breath that Honors God, self, and others. That burns away the corrupt versions and instead desires with a childlike purity.

I sit in mixed noisesnoticingwhere my attention goes.Sometimes awayfrom those that call meAway to those that don’t.Wound I thought healed, resurfacing.The bones of the rejected struggling to piece themselves back togetherto prove shaking skeletons an asset.Not seeing the atrophied fleshof the corpserotsbecause the parts were weighed, and found wanting.Coping mechanisms that bound me to fight … Continue reading Wounded Faith

In my nightmares, I dream of them. Tsunamis, rouge waves, planes plunging into dark stormy seas. Deep watery arms reaching for me, as if to say, “remember our time is near…” like a jealous ex boyfriend who calls me at night to tell me that our fate is inevitable. I cannot escape; my dreams prepare … Continue reading Deep Waters