Below you'll find a list of all posts that have been tagged as “art”
Hey. You. This is your PSA to keep creating. Create and create and create and create. And put it out there. Share it with the world. Every last chance you get. Fuck that fear of being seen. Fuck that worry that people will think you’re too much. Fuck the way …
This is a love letter for the writers… Hey you. You who writes. You who keeps on writing. You who pours out your hurt and your joy and your bliss and your ways of being and existing and understanding onto page and screen. You who hits the submit button again …
{get writing is a brand new series of writing prompts, exercises and resources that I’ll be rolling out here each month to provide inspiration, guidance and structure to your writing practice. stay tuned for more} Listen to the audio reading: Don’t think too much. As a matter of fact, don’t …
This time around – Uncommon Sense is a little different. This time, instead of being the one who answers the question – full of wisdom and all the right words – I am the one asking, the one tangled in doubt and insecurity and the wilds of creative resistance. The …
Calling all the reluctant creatives. The inhibited artists. Those who only dance in the dark and secret corners when nobody is watching. You’ve got canvas and paint stacked in the closet and an entire novel bursting at the seams of your soul. You burn with the need to make things, …
(The universe, she brings magic. She gifts art. She helps the goodness find me, again and again. She has brought the soulful deep divers to me. Gives me opportunity to learn and to guide and to teach. Even when I am at my lowest – especially when I am at my …
Truth: There is no choice The stories burn for release. We are writers by birth and by destiny and by intention. Not by choice. If we never scratched another word on a coffee shop napkin, this would not change. A writer is not someone who does. A writer is someone …
We were in Julie’s room one night, my eldest daughter and I. I wanted to show her how the canvas painting she had carefully labored over for Julie’s Christmas gift was framed and hung on the wall. I said, gazing at her masterpiece with no small amount of motherly pride, …
This post was written and published seven years ago. It was a a different lifetime, really. My marriage had ended the year before – grief and shock were still lodged in my bones. With seven years as a stay at home mother away from my home country on a visa …
