How
Did the rose
Ever open its heart
And give to this world
All its
Beauty?
It felt the encouragement of light
Against its
Being,
Otherwise,
We all remain
Too
Frightened.
~Hafiz
Purple can be the color of mourning
And the color of the irises that I once planted in my mother’s garden.
![bricolage project day 11 [her]](https://kymberleedellaluce.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/bricolage_project_10-11-15.jpg)
The word of the day is her randomly chosen from Rob Brezny‘s book Pronoia is the Antidote for Paranoia. Â Oh, how I wish I had the energy tonight to delve into her but alas, it has been a full day. Â I will say that I was at a poetry reading tonight at Columbia City Gallery….
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…
reaching petals afire longing to merge with the vast unknown sky
In the past 24 hours, my perception of the digital age has shifted dramatically. Perhaps it’s been coming for many years (possibly since my heart was broken via the internet but that’s a story for a different day) or perhaps I just got a quantum leap kick in the ass. What I do know that…
For as long as I remember, I have loved to give people flowers, cards or a smile, make them laugh, sing them a song or just generally find ways to brighten their day. My mom has always called me her “Sunshine”. It just feels good. I am blessed with numerous people in my life who…