Pastel Illustrations

As the coal crystalizes under pressureThe lotus flower blooms from the depthsThe Pheonix rises from the ashesThe butterfly emerges from its cocoonsuch is life; a series of rebirthsshedding lessons learnedas our soul evolves This collage is made up of words from a...

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 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,...

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....

🌠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...

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...

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,...

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 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...