on my way to him
a harbinger wind whipped ferociously
the clouds shedding their tears.
we spoke of poison
and offerings of medicine
losses and redemption
poems and tears.
tonight, my room is drenched in moonlight
and I wrap the fabric of our time together
around me like a cloak I want to wear more often.
The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance. -Aristotle I believe this is true for everything in life; I believe every moment is an act of creation with an infinite number of possible outcomes depending on the choices we make. When I create a piece of…
My angels led me down a different road today and this is what I found. I often find little treasures when I allow myself to stay off the beaten path and listen to the inspiration being whispered sweetly in my ear. Eyes open Ears open Heart open Hands open Poof! Magic. Life doesn’t get much…
liminal woman peering into unseen spaces (swimming) stripping bare hidden agendas (treasure in truth) delighting in the scent of autumn and violent rain crashing against (everything) stirring love and spice into her soup (and life itself) greeting the light embracing the darkness (like a lover) liminal woman seeing only circles smiling at the boxes (illusory)