for a moment
“I’m liking this a lot,” she said.
“Me too,” he replied.
(she smiled)
for a moment, everything was right in the world
“I’m liking this a lot,” she said.
“Me too,” he replied.
(she smiled)
for a moment, everything was right in the world
Last week, I wrote about the chaos of the Discomfort Monster. This week, it’s a different monster all together: The Gnarly Judgement Monster. We all have those people in our lives that are like Voldemort in Harry Potter: He Who Shall Not Be Named. They are the people that have criticized us or treated us…
(From PIE root *aug- “to increase”)
the emperor as she builds foundations her Mother Earth solid beneath her feet with precision and heart she crafts her life in the darkness she cries as joy floods in
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
I think this little entry was one of all-time favorite mini-collages. Art-making makes me happy.
The fierce rain pounding against my window fills me with ardour. Every drop is an act of devotion from sky to earth. Sometimes love is violent.