As the coal crystalizes under pressure
The lotus flower blooms from the depths
The pheonix rises from the ashes
The butterfly emerges from its cocoon
such is life; a series of rebirths
shedding lessons learned
as our soul evolves

This collage is made up of words from a “book” of my own that needed a place to rest outside of my body, and not for the world to read. The traumas, wounds and conflicts are the coal that “under pressure crystalized into a diamond” and the healing story is told in the words that rise with the Lotus Flower, phoenix and butterfly.

So often we hold our history in our bodies because we don’t know where else to put them. But art in all it’s many forms can be the vehicle for which to move them so we can release ourselves from the past and move gracefully into our purpose.

The Day I Became a Mermaid

The Day I Became a Mermaid

Little girls often fantasize about being mermaids. I loved to swim when I was a kid, so naturally, I lived in the water as much as possible, pretending to be a mermaid, a dolphin. Water is like air to me, dreamy like heaven. Free. I left day-dreams of Mermaid-ing...

Mandelbrot

Mandelbrot

#Mandelbrot coined it the “thumbprint of God” this delicate infinite tapestry of life force. Almost instantly I wanted to become one with it. Then I realized I AM. And so are You..... I can see the circus of life, be in the circus, bestill the circus. I close my eyes,...

SheClipse

SheClipse

This mornings download to the brain. No blog to accompany her. I was brainstorming another collage and She just manifested herself. Often times I have to get out of my own way and allow the images to come thru. I'd never heard of a #FireRainbow before She came along....

Supernova

Supernova

🌠From a dying star, she straightened her lotus flower crown, 🌺👑🌺 laughed triumphantly at the black hole, and blasted into the universe, remembering who she is, a badass 🌟✨💫supernova💫✨🌟 . ...for a star to be born there is one thing that must happen, a gaseous nebula...

Red Moon

Red Moon

Cycling with the full moon is called the Red Moon cycle, and it’s the cycle of the archetypal Wise Woman: the healer, the magic-maker, the wisdom keeper. Historically, cycling with the full moon indicated energy that was considered suspect in the culture. The...

Don’t Look Back, She Said

Don’t Look Back, She Said

Do you believe in true love? I do. And I truly wanted to believe that I had found it; he was mine, I was his, we were meant for one another. I gave it my very all, every essence of my being. Blood. Sweat. Tears. What I came to realize was that my BEing was evolving,...

My Best Friend, Anger

My Best Friend, Anger

There was a time when I felt like I was damaged goods. I thought my mind was broken beyond repair. No professionals ever told me I was broken. I hadn't been diagnosed with any particular mental illness or handicap. But I thought, maybe they were just protecting me...

I’ll Take a Frontal Lobotomy, Please

I’ll Take a Frontal Lobotomy, Please

I would sit there in the therapists' office, day after day, telling her I just wanted to be normal. I simply knew I didn't feel or think or even talk, like most people. I was kind of odd. I would easily cry in random conversations. The slightest things could trigger a...