I. Cocoon
We struggle in the dark places.
Bones break.
Wings form underneath the skin,
rip through the back.
We transform in the warmth
of a folded leaf -
always in agony,
always quiet.
II. Transition
A tiny light grows.
The dark gives way to the sun
and the wings unfold -
still weak,
still unsure.
Then we move in a new way.
Once we crawled on our bellies,
now we fly above the flowers.
III. Weathered
Our wings are strong for a long time,
but the days are stronger.
We live and let go
and go back to that place of quiet darkness,
only this time,
not in agony.
The wings fold in -
a cocoon of color,
and that is where we say
goodbye.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Moon Flower
Photo by: Coop Photography
there is an orange moon
after sunset -
the kind that hangs heavy
in the sky -
low and blossoming
so close
you want to swallow it
after sunset -
the kind that hangs heavy
in the sky -
low and blossoming
so close
you want to swallow it
Sunday, September 12, 2010
All We Need Is Love
"Because we love, ruby-throated hummingbirds sip from plum flowers and the moon sings its silver fragrance to the swans and volcanoes and fields of wheat. Because we love, wild grapevines coil around the roots of the mountain, and mangoes ripen in the smoke of forest fires. Because we love, everything alive swims in an eternal river that glides through our dreams all night long."
~Rob Brezsny
~Rob Brezsny
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Love List
tea and laughs with friends/a box full of craft supplies/a surprise antique typewriter and a/beautiful book on faeries/bubble tea/visits from family/singing and dancing in the car with my sister/cheesy waiters/my new bling ring and sparkly gold wallet/Victoria's Secret Very Sexy Now Shimmering Body Lotion/Benefit's High Beam and Benetint/Gala Darling's Love & Sequins (I bought #1 about self-love and it's amazing!)/Kandee and her fabulous makeup tutorials/vintage lingerie photographs/the many cute things my boyfriend says, one being "give me 10 to 15 minutes before you go to bed to cuddle."/the head, shoulders, knees & toes issue of i-d/hot pink nailpolish/taking my sis to Nia class and dancing our butts off
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
That Explains It
"Creative people, like those with psychotic illnesses,
tend to see the world differently to most.
It's like looking at a shattered mirror.
They see the world in a fractured way."
An interesting article on creativity and mental illness:
Thursday, May 27, 2010
summer day
summer day
a blanket of blossoms
rest your tired wings beneath this tree
blooming soft violet
all the worries in your palms
are sent into the wind
your limbs rest easy
in these pools of sun
let's sit among the dandelions
make wishes to the sky
a blanket of blossoms
rest your tired wings beneath this tree
blooming soft violet
all the worries in your palms
are sent into the wind
your limbs rest easy
in these pools of sun
let's sit among the dandelions
make wishes to the sky
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