I am a wanderer. I find meaning in everything. Every moment is an art piece. I love language. I love presence. I love connection. I believe in finding treasures within self, while balancing and actualizing peace and expansion through community. I’m on this planet to learn. I love philosophy, I love challenge, I love growth, and I am Sovereign 🦋
Hello fellow steemians, I’m working on this piece and I am STUCK. What do you think this needs? More detail? An additional color? Let me know your thoughts! Thanks :)
I started this a few years back and after putting it away, I just recently finished. I live for the natural rhythms of divine timing... I wasn’t ready to finish this piece because it wasn’t in line with
I have been working on this painting based on the energies I’ve been feeling lately... the birthing of something new, the anticipation of something ready to birth into this reality. It needs some work
Spring is here. Life is happening. Birth is happening. Sometimes it feels at this time of year that we are stuck. Stuck in our past, stuck in situations we are ready to grow from, to move forward from...
Recently I had an experience in my dreaming state that started as a dream, but ended as a profound message on the way our language has such an impact on truth. As Sevan Bomar quotes "If you cant control
I had a dream last night so symbolic, I had to take the time to write it down right after it happened. I was sitting in a room, at a table with a Happy Jolly man which looked to be Chinese. He was thin
Flickering in and out with a rhythm of its own Moving only by the energy Shown. Cryptic messages given, dancing alone With parallel views and parallel lights... Glow. Never touched, always shown These
Forever gazing, upon this masterpiece Without words to describe. Without words to imply... No... not canvas nor containment or con No Vas and vessel can shine such beauty upon.. Free of restriction. Free
“I conceived, developed and applied in many areas a new geometry of nature, which finds order in chaotic shapes and processes. It grew without a name until 1975, when I coined a new word to denote it,
As I was going to sleep, I heard a stern woman’s voice say “how could you have killed her?” I realized, she was speaking to me about my inner child me. How could I have killed my child like essence. I
I have always been the “sensitive one” of my peers. Always intrigued by science fiction and fantasy, not quite understanding why the magic doesn’t stay. The faces, the figures, the beauty... all things
The absolute most beautiful song I’ve ever heard. See The Love. #thebrilliance. This is my dream. “I wanna see, I wanna see the love. All around you, all around you.” This is what I want for everyone I
What do we fear in Darkness? Is it the because in order to have light, you have to leave darkness behind? Maybe its the way, and the wave, in which we remain. Its time for the shore to appear. To venture
The watchers wait, the watchers see, the watchers be. This park is the most peaceful place I’ve been to near my home. The trees feel alive, the ground feels as though it’s breathing beneath my feet, and
Consciousness derived from the process of love itself... itself derives consciousness. Lack therof leaves life empty but has its purpose, for without emptiness nothing can be filled... fully filled, fulfilled.