today she chooses to embrace her long legs and strong thighs that rub together just slightly when she walks... a little softer, more sway as she get older 27 feels good... she can no longer deny even the parts of herself that she's trapped in judgement the parts of herself she's loathed and betrayed. today, total self-responsibility for her. she embraces her fire. her passion for love, feeling, healing, moving, gazing at the sunset, dancing in the moonlight… that part of he

the best lies are the most cleverly disguised as truth… ‘beauty that will rot’ feed off your fears suck you dry convince you all you’ve lost has extinguished your light the most addicting lies would have you believe: all that you are is this infatuation you’ve been falling for far to long hiding in the dark corners of your mind there they can grow the thing about leeches …they can’t survive with out their host and they will numb you in the places that they suck so you don’t e

Displaced. i think thats the best word to capture the feeling of the last 7 months of life since returning to Sacramento from Maui. I came back from the island with a new sense of who I am and who I want to be in this world, but absolutely no plan about the next phase of my life. at that point it was all about self-care and grounding into an environment that after only five months of absence from, felt foreign and quite honestly— just, dense. not that i HATE California, cus

the humid air is hard to breath my lungs are heavy lightheaded i float into the spaces between where does the dream really begin and end?? awakening it just continues…. here, i feel and see and sense more like a deer in the woods there is no gravity to weigh me down the different layers of myself work together processing healing relinquishing letting go of the stories i’ve told myself the stories i’ve created to create me… the layer i see when i look in the mirror or hear my

i had the flu on friday like, death, can’t move, everything hurts, i wanna throw up and pass out kind of gnarly freaking flu being sick on vacation, away from the comfort of your own couch and safety net of close friends and family to nurse you freaking sucks no one to get up and grab the water and nyquil… to change the TV channel or make you chicken soup *sigh* thankfully, however i made it through. i didn’t pass out and die like i thought i might... after popping 6 advil an

in a world we find so hard, You find so beautiful HOPE the colors of her mind bleed into each other... while her eyes are still held shut she can hear a still, small voice your words echo in her mind and your words are clear and she knows that you are here You are here LOVE IS HERE. inspired by the song "amy says" by my favorite band Flyleaf a dear friend who shares my same interest in music suggested i paint something inspired by this song. i had never paid much attention