"Night" for Illustration Friday

I found this written in an old journal today. The author is unknown. “A hundred years from now it will not matter the sort of house I lived in, what my bank account was or the kind of car I drove, but the world may be different because I was important in the life of…

This is my new favorite song. Something about it makes my heart ache and helps me to be more tender with myself. Learning to be my own, sweet butterfly.

Go ahead sort parse compartmentalize try to contain the uncontainable put it in boxes and tame it Go ahead and try The River will always flow the Wildness will always BE You can resist it or embrace it Either way, it will not be denied The River will always flow I choose SURRENDER (it’s less…

“It’s not like I pine away for them when I’m not with them, ” he said. My heart would be bleeding right out of my chest right now if it didn’t feel so frozen from those apathetic words. I could be flip and say ‘his loss” but it wouldn’t be authentic. When the heart goes…

Goddess-in-training, Gigi, weilding her feminine power. The concept of “feminine” is an interesting one to me. What we perceive as feminine, especially in American culture, is often some kind of boxed-in, pale, sliver of femininity. Pink or feminine somehow denotes weak and helpless to some. It’s like when men insult other men by calling them…