I’m cracked open with love and ache every day, sometimes every moment. I’m made raw with weariness. I’m working to show up imperfectly, bringing my broken/whole, weeping/raging, joyful/grieving self to each moment as best as I can.
I’m cracked open with love and ache every day, sometimes every moment. I’m made raw with weariness. I’m working to show up imperfectly, bringing my broken/whole, weeping/raging, joyful/grieving self to each moment as best as I can.
“If we would just relax and BE, knowing that we’re always supported by Love, and that we don’t have to change the essence of who we are to be acceptable, a whole lot more of us would take up the mantle of a deep and abiding spirituality.” —Claudia Love Mair
“I have been broken,
it’s true.
I have been broken
more than once,
over time, my seams
cracked, my protective
lacquer shattered.”
“I know I wouldn’t be here today, and where I am today, if not for creativity. For years, I tried to walk the narrow path. Get the career and keep the 9-5 job, creativity only leaking out in controlled ways. And I thought I was satisfied.”
Art journaling saves my sanity and my life on a daily basis. I’m teaching in Wild Creative Journey, crafting art journal affirmations for anxiety and depression . . .
“In the beginning there was Africa and there was magic. Some of the people could fly. They had a sumpthin’ special 'bout 'em, a gift of wings.”
After enduring ongoing bullying in school, 10-year-old Michaela wrote and delivered a version of this speech in a public speaking competition at her school (Sydney, Australia).
“I started writing for myself and to tell my truth. I never believed I would resonate with so many people.”
During the last summer of her life
I watch my grandmother undress
by the light of a holy candle,
disrobe before Jesus, His merciful eyes . . .