At the end of a long dirt road is a fortress built by the hands of time with the raw materials of the earth. Every gust of wind and bit of sand has helped put these pinnacles into place. And because of it, there is a magnificent feeling of protection, wonder, and magic...
It’s in the wind that dreams come true...it’s the highway to the heart...the wings of faith...the ticket to your unique soul. It’s the paths unplanned that break us out of the ordinary...and take us to a world beyond the mold and farther than the imagination...and the more you let go, the quicker the wind will take you there.
I don’t know where I’d be without these bracelets.I don’t know if I make them, or if they’re making me.We’ve come a long way together...slowly...sometimes taking breaks from each other...but now leaning on one another more than ever before. They’ve become my world...the reason I get up, my...
My mind is still a trigger ready to be pulled, and trust is elusive and skittish...a harrowing combination. I need a lot of space. I need the openness to come and go. The moment I feel like I’m being lured in...I feel my upper back tense, my jaw clench, and my mind is guarded behind thick steel walls. I must keep their pain out...
I wonder what my bracelets look like from the eyes of others. I think it’s different when you make them...I see their flaws and weaknesses, where they came from, and mostly worry about how long they will hold up - I want them to last forever...but also know that that’s the touch of handmade...
When things go through something life changing - whether it be something painful, something extraordinary, or perhaps a mixture of both...it begins to write a story...and whether it be an object or a living thing...that’s the moment the journey begins. ✨
The magic is right down the middle - where the work of the artist stops and the eyes of the beholder begin. Art is a vehicle for two souls to connect. To not see an object anymore, but feel a spirit shared between the two. The connection gives art a runway to take off, fill the gap, and provide a soft landing between reality and the imagination. Because parallel...
Writing gives me a waypoint to navigate from in a world without a map...I feel when I write it down, and organize my thoughts, it creates a map in my brain that’s easier to make my way through life. It’s easier to distinguish which paths are mine, which ones were made by someone else and for someone else, or sometimes, create ones that haven’t yet been built. The path of honesty...
The sun travels to the other side of the world, nourishing all the life and wonders of the Earth. The sun...the most wise, humble, and steady traveler...sharing its gifts with everyone and everything without discrimination, need for attention, or payment of any sort. Traveling across all the skies of the Earth...
The desert is a different sort of wilderness. There’s not much standing between the mind and the earth. Distractions are limited. So much of its beauty depends on the mind. Its dry and inhospitable land can also be a sea of thoughts and a place of healing. The land is the canvas, the mind is the brush, and...
Control is a shell. Armor. It is not what is flowing inside and not what is flowing outside. It is a wall between the two.
We let go of our control the safer we feel within our environment and within ourselves. The two work together as a balance...when we feel safe on the inside...we feel safer to venture out...
As I move toward the direction of sunrise, the world is changing colors...from gold to orange to pink to red...like the dirt has been stained by th...
At the end of a long dirt road is a fortress built by the hands of time with the raw materials of the earth. Every gust of wind and bit of sand has helped put these pinnacles into place. And because of it, there is a magnificent feeling of protection, wonder, and magic...
It’s in the wind that dreams come true...it’s the highway to the heart...the wings of faith...the ticket to your unique soul. It’s the paths unplanned that break us out of the ordinary...and take us to a world beyond the mold and farther than the imagination...and the more you let go, the quicker the wind will take you there.
I don’t know where I’d be without these bracelets. I don’t know if I make them, or if they’re making me. We’ve come a long way together...slowly...sometimes taking breaks from each other...but now leaning on one another more than ever before. They’ve become my world...the reason I get up, my...
My mind is still a trigger ready to be pulled, and trust is elusive and skittish...a harrowing combination. I need a lot of space. I need the openness to come and go. The moment I feel like I’m being lured in...I feel my upper back tense, my jaw clench, and my mind is guarded behind thick steel walls. I must keep their pain out...
I wonder what my bracelets look like from the eyes of others. I think it’s different when you make them...I see their flaws and weaknesses, where they came from, and mostly worry about how long they will hold up - I want them to last forever...but also know that that’s the touch of handmade...
When things go through something life changing - whether it be something painful, something extraordinary, or perhaps a mixture of both...it begins to write a story...and whether it be an object or a living thing...that’s the moment the journey begins. ✨
The magic is right down the middle - where the work of the artist stops and the eyes of the beholder begin. Art is a vehicle for two souls to connect. To not see an object anymore, but feel a spirit shared between the two. The connection gives art a runway to take off, fill the gap, and provide a soft landing between reality and the imagination. Because parallel...
Writing gives me a waypoint to navigate from in a world without a map...I feel when I write it down, and organize my thoughts, it creates a map in my brain that’s easier to make my way through life. It’s easier to distinguish which paths are mine, which ones were made by someone else and for someone else, or sometimes, create ones that haven’t yet been built. The path of honesty...
The sun travels to the other side of the world, nourishing all the life and wonders of the Earth. The sun...the most wise, humble, and steady traveler...sharing its gifts with everyone and everything without discrimination, need for attention, or payment of any sort. Traveling across all the skies of the Earth...
The desert is a different sort of wilderness. There’s not much standing between the mind and the earth. Distractions are limited. So much of its beauty depends on the mind. Its dry and inhospitable land can also be a sea of thoughts and a place of healing. The land is the canvas, the mind is the brush, and...
Control is a shell. Armor. It is not what is flowing inside and not what is flowing outside. It is a wall between the two.
