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Author: Nya
a flautist in dreams
For longer than I can remember, I’ve had significant anxiety in the morning my funny little brain loves to think about every single thing it can right when it realizes it’s awake. So after years of experiencing this, I have used certain strategies to help my anxious mornings. Sometimes it’s waking up and immediately going…
i can see the sun
Last November I started making alot of playlists of my favorite music and I went through this very in depth focused period in my paintings at the same time, even before I knew I wanted to do a website. I felt so comfortablely cocooned listening to some particular songs over and over again. One of…
we aren’t normal!
social media is trying to make artists normal, fast and disposable. I remember I would scroll through and see someones masterpiece and think, how long do most people look at this? Everything is fast food now, just consume and move on quickly. The movement of it and pressure is exhausting and unenjoyable. Art is meant…
flowing seamlessly
♡ sault…thank you for this touching & eloquent piece of soulfulness and i hope you never tell them what they all are desperate to hear, the mystery is already known ☁︎
in the soil
I remember digging in the dirt as child thinking what would I find if I looked hard enough ina magnified way. I had no knowledge to soil biology or the fact that there’s almost billions forms of life situated in the soil, but I was fascinated with all tiny life. I would squint my eyes…
gestation and then birthing
I’ve been rereading “the letters to Young poet” by Rilke. I can’t even count how many times I’ve read this book already, It comforts me. Somehow I get new insights every time. I love letter 3 so much I could have parts of it written all over my walls. I adore His focus on gestation…
gratitudes
thank you God YHWH divine! to the creator source of all life thank you to the air I breathe daily thank you to the precious lover and forever partner of my life thank you to my wonderful family thank you for the tenderness of my spirit thank you to the land I get to share…
