My Body is Mine. My Life is My Own.
Reflecting on a song by Orla Gartland, how the only way forward is through (not around), and the concept of grief titration.
Serving up stories about making art to nourish our hungry hearts
by artist Nicole Sylvia Javorsky
My Body is Mine. My Life is My Own.
Letting Myself Be a Mosaic
This is Living. All of it.
I Try to Map Out the Pain But There Are No Words
On Quantum Entanglement And Enjoying Existential Puzzles
Why I Love When I Don't Have to Make Sense
TBH: Trying to be Honest With and About PTSD
A Wildflower Grows From the Cracks In the Sidewalk
From Infinity
Letting Real Love In
Dreams + Reality = New Reality
Secret Little Dreams
Introducing ... Whispers Among The Trees
Who Made Halloween?
Open the Book
My Heart is Like Paper
In The Raw
Complicated Feelings
What's Your Refuge?
Everything Changes