I found this softened piece of glass bottle on the beach this week. All that’s legible is the word “RETURN.” At a time when I need to do just that – return to myself, this finding couldn’t have been more appropriate. (A message from the Universe, no doubt.) I’ve been meditating on what “return” means […]
Read MoreI’m slowly recovering from a nasty cold/flu and with that means my mind is foggy with little room to write or make art. I also just turned 30 on Sunday! And with that, I suppose, I’m mulling over the aspects of myself that I have nurtured… Specifically, my creativity. So, I had the idea of […]
Read MoreWhile I was doing some packing this morning, I came across this book on symbols, 1001 Symbols: An Illustrated Guide to Imagery and its Meaning, by Jack Tresidder. I flipped through and suddenly felt inspired! What if I used it as a writing prompt? Randomly select a symbol and use it to guide me. Oh! […]
Read MoreI’m trying something new for the presentation of my haiku. It’s definitely adding a new level of creativity and I’m loving it!
Read MoreNo roots visible Finding my home through writing Pirate of Paper
Read MoreJust a note to say that it seems wintertime and the holidays have blocked my ability to write! Does anyone else find this? I’m so stuck and its incredibly frustrating. I even have ideas! Yet, my mind stops cold. It’s as though I hit a snowdrift and I am immediately covered with a blanket of […]
Read MorePen in hand I perch Passing time in this dreamland A bedside journal
Read MoreMy writing has been a bit blocked lately for various reasons. I also find that when I’m envisioning an art piece, I can’t focus on writing as well. Maybe someone else can relate?! Now that our home restoration is getting closer to wrapping up (!!!), I can finally set up a desk to (soon) work […]
Read MoreIn stillness I write Muses welcomed from slumber Notepad App beckons
Read MoreEach exhalation Leads to a flurry of thoughts Can’t type fast enough
Read MoreSpirit Parents There is a stirring an urge a need to go outside, in the rain, overlooking quiet peaceful water, lapping on the beach. Trees overhead, everywhere around you. There are moments your legs move independently. You feel the muscles engage to be alone to be silent with your Spirit with your Nature Those who […]
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