And that is the artist The one who turns pain to paintings Bewilderment to books Sorrow to songs Darkness to dance Passion to poetry We pour our souls onto paper We mold our experiences in clay We need

Some days I wake up with a heaviness weighing down my whole system. An uncomfortable feeling the moment I open my eyes, and when I do, I often freak out. Because there is no ’reason’ for this particular

"I'm tired. I don't want to move. I'm frustrated that you say you will take care of me but you still don't listen. I want you to listen to me. I NEED you to listen to me. Don't override me. It's me

It's easy to say later. Another time. Another day. To put things off, push them away and say 'Soon I'm ready and then I'll jump' To sit at the edge, build a camp and become comfortable with the story that

Profound. Fun. Divine. I went on a journey two nights ago with the Queen of the Forest – Ayahuasca. Something I never thought I would do, never feeling called or drawn to work with plant medicine, but

At the beginning of my path I consumed so much. I read about the Divine Feminine & Masculine, how to clear my chakras, how to take care of my inner child, how the Universe communicates with us, intuition,

Going from living on a mattress on my brothers kitchen floor with barely any money in my name and working a job I hated To sold out concerts, selling CDs in my sleep and traveling around the world doing