Reflection for Illustration Friday

I once wrote a description of “Kymberlee the Healer” for a class. Here it is: I help piece together the broken child inside of people. The wounding of not being able to be FREE. Free to express all of the silliness, wiggles, screams and color that have been held inside for too long. I create…

the wind is howling the sickness has taken hold my foolish hearts aches

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…

Oh the joy The inexpressible comfort Of feeling safe with a person Having neither to measure words Nor weigh thoughts Pouring them all out just as they are, Chaff and grain together. Certain that a loving hand Will sift through, Keeping what is worth keeping, And with a breath of kindness Blow the rest away….