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Sometimes I want to go back to being little. Sometimes I regret too many things. Sometimes I want to lick everything. Sometimes I don’t know who I really am. Sometimes I don’t give a fuck. Sometimes it isn’t easy for me to be honest about my truest feelings. (Sometimes) Sometimes I am in awe of…
Offering | Acceptance | Letting Go
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….
Write a poem for peace and send it to mailto:kokua…
Write a poem for peace and send it to mailto:kokua@olympus.net by February 12. The poems will be presented that day. You don’t have to be Yeats or Whitman. Just write from your heart. And remember to hold PEACE in your heart while doing it. If we want peace, we must embody it. BE PEACE my…
Light through Beauty
I love shadow and light. I think it’s what draws me to photography. I believe that experiencing shadow here on Earth is what guides us to experience Light more fully. I see so much light shining through beauty in humanity. It’s there if we choose to see it. The more I see, the more it…
Here's some inspiration for these times: "I have …
Here’s some inspiration for these times: “I have learnt through bitter experience the one supreme lesson to conserve my anger, and as heat conserved is transmuted into energy, even so our anger controlled can be transmuted into a power which can move the world.” “Nonviolence and cowardice go ill together. I can imagine a fully…
The Purest Thing in the Universe [LOVE]
“Somehow there’s no more darkness left at all. I’ve soaked up sunlight through a thousand wounds, and now this whiteness that I cloak you in you won’t find even in the Alps: this wind whirls also there on high and stains the snow. Even white roses bear a hint of dust. The ultimate miracle is…