r e f l e c t i o n s

March 30, 2018

collapsed house

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
April 2, 2018

how we heal

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 […]
May 30, 2018

may day

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 […]
August 16, 2018

outside, uncovered

I suppose I have always loved watching the rain through big picture windows for there is a preciousness to being here human, feeble, Woman. If outside, uncovered I would be far too overcome