We bloom for ourselves
And for each other
Ruby red hibiscus flowers in the sweet heat of summer
The sky rains petals and drips a sunset of magenta creamsicle passion.
In moments like this, the world does not exist
All the frantic doing and spinning wheels of busy fade away
There is only the music we make together...
Change spills through my veins, barreling fiercely now--and my lips crack upwards in a huge smile, teeth shining out.
Everything is changing. There is no thing to hold onto.
I plunge into weightlessness, tears ebbing down my cheeks--as I free-fall at a thousand miles an hour...
This feels naked. Really vulnerable. That's how I know it's the right thing.
The universe is vast and full of stardust, and so am I.
I'm tired of pretending otherwise. I'm downright exhausted being this small, careful thing that accepts scraps of love just to get by...
i realize my heart is not broken
it's simply the tenacious chaos
of my life
can i surrender to this?
I am expression, in all those ways that make no sense, because they don’t need to.
I am this roar. This whisper. This falling teardrop that becomes silver, tarnished, transmuted blessed by letting myself feel...
Recycle that pain, it's energy.
Make it into
Art. Life. Love.
Smoldering hot truth.
This is your purpose...
I am utterly torn---because part of me wishes to be utterly unmasked forever. To be soul-naked absolutely all the time. But part of me wishes to cover up a little bit. For more privacy...
I come home to the home of your arms
To the swelling trust that exists between us.
My voice is small, a faint whisper:
"I need you.
Can I lean on you?"
And I cry.
That pain isn’t in this moment, love.
This moment is
But I know.
I know how those old vines of painful memories swing at your shoulders still.
They’re heavy and covered in dust.
They speak loudly of tragedies and never feeling good enough.
Hold them gently...
DESIGN + DEVELOPMENT BY KELLI M FISCHER