Sitting on the grass in the sun as the wind spirals around you; born in your roots, unfurling in your curls, raised in the lengths of your hair. I see you. I think you might’ve forgotten: you aren’t just a play-thing for the wind, you are the wind. And I see it. I see what’s […]
I believe in soul mates, but I don’t think we used to walk around on four legs before being divided, searching for our other halves. I don’t think we have a stone inside our hearts that only fits with one other’s. And I know we are two pieces of the same soul puzzle, but how […]
Today started with ‘smother’, and through yoga became ‘mother’, and now I don’t know what I am. Other? Yoga. My intention of staying open-hearted, being a love being, embodying mother earth. I breathe in the whole fucking world, and breathe out my love to cloak all the hurting, broken pieces. It’s not quite the Japanese […]
So, January, what can I say? You were purple hair, fading over the weeks. Beginning at midnight with love, and dancing under the stars. Sisters, and wine, and cigarettes the commas between laughter and tears. January. You were my sweet family, wild flowers, and wild hair dancing in the breeze. You were sun, and flies, […]
from skateboard scars. Shiny, and new, and torn apart. Grazed on gravel, a bit like my heart. […]