Learning to Love and Walk Away

Sometimes you rub me raw. Like sand paper, You tantalize me With the promise of a smooth future I am scratched by reality. You are not part of the dream. I feel the sands of your abrasiveness. And I know You are just an in between.

Scarred: A Story of Love and Fortitude

I am a woman with scars. Stretches of white lightening cascade from the backs of my arms down to my knees, swirling around my ass, making delicious images of uninterpreted art, only to be slashed by four precise lines made by a skilled surgeon. These marks are my body’s artwork; they are my naturally made totemic tattoos. I…

I Could Never Be a Surface Lover

{source} I can only go deep. It seems that there is a current trend of forgoing deep meaningful relationships in an effort to protect myself from the pain of a possibly tragic break up. Maybe it’s because I am in my mid 30’s,  still single and this new collective vibe has caught my attention. Whatever the…

The Art of Observation

When I see the beauty in others and  my environment, I see the beauty within myself. I am inspired by the power of a positive perspective. Actively searching for the good in all things strengthens my aligning power with the things I wish to attract into my life. By choosing to see things through a higher…

Fear and the Art of Becoming

    Tonight I went to an art opening at a local gallery happy to be gathered with my artists friends we huddled in a corner to dish the dirt and catch up on the latest happenings. The topic of our conversation bears repeating. It was on fear and the art of becoming. As artists,…

Spring has Sprung

  Spring is in the air. I can see it with every delicate trace of green that is beginning to dot my landscape as a welcomed relief from the wintry grey earth tones of naked trees. The thing that I have noticed about spring is that the day it begins is almost undefineable. It’s magic,…