It never fails to make me laugh at how intertwined the extraordinary and mundane are.
I was doing the mundane task of sorting through and organizing a long-neglected pile of paperwork when I ran across something that stopped me.
Something extraordinary
Read MoreThese figures are some of the most honest and vulnerable works I’ve created in a while. I’m thankful for every cathartic stitch.
Maybe these stitches are really more like sutures? Holding me together while I heal.
Read MoreIt’s so simple, right? To offer myself what I need?
At the time it wasn’t simple to me, though. I had begun to believe the lie that I was too much. That I didn’t deserve accommodations and care. Honey, the lie that has a chokehold on someone else’s existence had begun to bleed over into mine.
So, I moved my desk.
And that? That is not how I choose to live my life.
Read MoreI’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to be nourished these days.
According to Mirriam-Webster, to nourish means to promote the growth of and/or to furnish or sustain with nutriment : FEED.
I haven’t always been the greatest about nourishing my whole self well.
Mostly because I didn’t know myself well.
I mean, it’s hard to help something thrive when you have no idea what it needs, right?
Read MoreMy words are not always pretty
My words are not always saturated in rainbow hues
Tasting of candy-coated sweetness
It’s been a while since I’ve written here.
My last post was near the end of June. My Dad passed away the afternoon of August 11th.
Dad’s heart, that’d given so much to so many in his lifetime, stopped.
Thankfully, his love didn’t.
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