Art Mirrors Life

“There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.” -Rumi

Another bit unearthed in the old journal today. I’m not sure who I was writing this to. There’s no date and I don’t remember. Maybe I was writing it to my future self. Maybe I was writing it to the Universal Collective. I am putting it here for YOU. Whomever reads this, it applies to…

I stand near the edge of a cliff and feel the muscles between my thighs weaken in this moment something in me rejoices I cut my skin and watch the blood slowly trickle reveling in the smell of it, the redness of it the LIFE of it drinking in the sight of moonlight on freshly…

Repair of the World by Naomi Newman In the beginning before there were any beginnings or endings, there was no place that was not already God. We call this unimaginable openness: Ein Sof, Being without end, world without end, Ein Sof. Then came the urge to give life to our world and us. But there…

Mixed media on plywood. The shapes were cut from a watercolor my three year-old painted.

I have been synthesizing a lot of late. I have been walking more and more squarely into developing my psychic awareness and living a more spirit-led life. This means consciously choosing pretty much everything and living in a place of open surrender. It means when things don’t feel quite right, I have to listen. It…