Mayday. All this rain. The colours blur together. Feeling nondistinct. Greyed. It hurts the One inside who craves big bright beauty. Waiting for the clouds to […]
I took a painting class this weekend that was focused on healing through the intentional creativity framework. The class was aptly named Apothecary – Turning Tragedies […]
I dreamt I was
a collapsed
house
entire parts of me
caved in
scattered as rubble
and reeking
of rain-soaked ruin
peering out through
the old
and weatherworn floorboards
Simplicity.
Gratitude.
Humility.
Accepting
stifling paradoxes
that eliminate
our ability to be
self righteous
that wisely smile
and pat our hands
like grandmothers
saying ‘There, there...
