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heroic acts of everyday grace
“It’s the every day moments of grace and despair, joy and sorrow that propel us towards our destiny. Life doesn’t have to be epic to have meaning and neither do stories. I prefer art that makes us ask deeper questions about ourselves or, at the very least, shows how fucking gorgeous and brave we are…
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conferring in the space between the space between
i believe our souls talk to each other late at night when we aren’t watching i wish i could be a bit more privy to those conversations
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life is precious [or hold on to innocence]
When I was a child, I used to explore in the forest. Sometimes, I would run across a car with smashed windows. I would pick up the little pieces and keep them in my pockets like treasure. They were treasure to me. Earlier this week, I took the picture above in a parking lot where…
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in a forgotten garden
Part of “removing what covers happiness” has to do with social connections. I’ve stopped reaching out to folx who aren’t reaching back. That’s hard but feels necessary. I’ve spend time with dear friends and family but I’m seeing how shallow many of the connections I’ve had are. I don’t feel invested in changing that. Instead, I cherish the deeply-rooted relationships I have, including the one with myself.
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art | creativity | healing | inspiration | mystery | play | videovisual journaling surprise
I think this little entry was one of all-time favorite mini-collages. Art-making makes me happy.
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it darkened
the fire was spun like caramelized sugar with a smirk (and the hissing) my tongue, wet and hungry reached out to closed spaces (closing spaces) the balloons soaring above the firelight taking a piece of me into the embers below (with a hiss) it darkened and everything went cold the fire remains but doesn’t warm…
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