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“Imagine a mountain of solid rock six miles long, six miles wide, and six miles high. Once every hundred years a crow flies by with a silk scarf in its beak, just barely caressing the top of the mountain

I had a weird interaction with a tattoo artist and it brought a lot of things to light. About a week before she was supposed to tattoo me, she emailed a drawing and it was so bad I declined her services.

My heart hurts for those needing to be right, who desperately cling to a belief system, especially organized religion. The moment we grasp onto a singular idea we are shutting ourselves off to bigger truths.

A few days ago I assisted a portrait photographer at a community college. We took headshots of young students in the medical assisting program. It was a huge shift from working for a misogynist dentist

This TedTalk is amazing!

I wrote my dad a letter today, telling him why I can’t bring myself to commit to a job quite yet. Telling him not to worry about me, that I’m no longer subjected to manipulative emotional and sexual abuse

Thought I’d share a smorgasbord of oil pastel images that came out last night while listening to a friend play music. & this poem I wrote a few months ago. 1st and Pennsylvania houses my favorite lamppost

We saw a puppy marshmallow, a cabin house, and a dinosaur skeleton in a bird bath. Isn’t that silly? The houses in the neighborhood have the more character than any I’ve seen before. So much woodworking

To celebrate personal growth I looked at old video diaries from this time last year. The hardest part watching was loving that old shell of myself who was unknowingly burying, denying, swallowing down

One of the lessons I’ve learned from meditating is to treat it all the same. When I first heard this, it confused me. I saw things more in terms of black and white. If I stopped categorizing things as

Life is the unfolding of layers The mysteries we are to ourselves We are so lucky to die It would be painful to live forever We die to be reborn again, again Back into our mother, the sun She shines bright

Mondays can be a hard transition time for me lately. I see myself scramble at times for purpose when I know others are back to work after the weekend. Not having a job has made me utilize my time in a

I feel a piece break loose Use my fingers to pull the crown It’s so white, tiny, broken I put it in your hands Another pearly shard comes out Gritty, sandpaper tooth underneath They don’t come together