Sunshined Flowers

DSCN4845Opening the heart. This old cell of a chest cavity. It's not a breaking or shattering but an invigorating cracking. Breathing into the spaces that used to hurt, ache with heaviness & unwanted space. Sipping more air, expanding with breath, sighing, sinking, digging deeper. Opening doorways. Creating more spaces. Cracking open with purpose, intention. Making space for new, fresh growth. It's a speckled kind of warmth, this growing process. Like sunshined flowers beaming from my pores.

The Launch

She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world. - Kate Chopin, The Awakening

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I remember that feeling well. Securing the heavy cloth of "normalcy" on my shoulders as I left for my administrative job, a drooping heaviness, slowly gathering weight throughout the day. My heart ached with strained discontentment. I felt like a fraud. A failure. Incapable of fulfilling ideals of where and who I should be, ought to be, by age 25.

I had forgotten what I loved and craved, the hobbies and passions I possessed. I forgot how to flow with life, with my nature, with my strengths. Read more

The Launch

She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world. - Kate Chopin, The Awakening

2014-11-21 10.29.10-1

I remember that feeling well. Securing the heavy cloth of "normalcy" on my shoulders as I left for my administrative job, a drooping heaviness, slowly gathering weight throughout the day. My heart ached with strained discontentment. I felt like a fraud. A failure. Incapable of fulfilling ideals of where and who I should be, ought to be, by age 25.

I had forgotten what I loved and craved, the hobbies and passions I possessed. I forgot how to flow with life, with my nature, with my strengths. Read more