sweet butterfly
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.
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.
I wrote this Artist’s Prayer back in 2001, long before I had conceptualized “Live Your Truth, Love Your Life”. It’s interesting to me how often that theme comes up here. Life works in mysterious ways… Dearest Spirit help me find truth and love in all of my work and my life. Bolster me with strength…
Now is the Time Now is the time to know That all that you do is sacred. Now, why not consider A lasting truce with yourself and God. Now is the time to understand That all your ideas of right and wrong Were just a child’s training wheels To be laid aside When you finally…
What if there were no regrets? What if there were no mirrors, no fashion magazines no clothes no money? What if there were only M O M E N T S strung together hands pressing on flesh lovers embracing and the love of self and L I F E permeating EVERYTHING? What if our job,…
When you are stripped bare and are so transparent you feel as though you have no skin. When time is suspended and the world opens up to a new possibility that you could never have imagined. When the scent of honeysuckle in the night air or the tender kiss from your child makes your heart…
This little piggy…
This picture was taken on August 23rd, the night of the New Moon. On that day I made an offering to the Earth of my daughter’s placenta. After storing it in my freezer for almost four years waiting for the “perfect moment” or the “perfect” place to bury it, I decided to just do it….