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Primavera
Primavera Primavera—Italian for “Spring”—was born from a longing for renewal. I began stitching it during a quiet stretch of time when I was trying to come back to myself. What emerged over the course of 210 hours was more than a necklace—it became a reflection of that process. This piece is full of color and…
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The ledger between us
You counted in hours.I loved in seasons.And somewhere between your stopwatchand my sunrise,we lost the rhythm we once knew. I understood silence as the language of distance,believed that love could linger like a grudge pressed into glass, your heart a book-keeper of wounds I never meant to cause. I gave grace like breath,not expecting it…
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She Walks Between Worlds
She walks where time forgets its name,barefoot in the hush between stars and soil.Her eyes hold opposites—sunrise and shadow,longing and knowing.Born of feather and flame,she is the hush before an answer,the ache before a song.She is not trying to be seen—she already is.Her gown is stitched with storiesshe has not told, each thread humming with…
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Now…On to Greater Things…
Laying in the delirious lucidity of a fever (COVID), felt in a very weird way like a cleansing. Between the migraines, the fever, and the nonstop coughing, were periods of calm resolve as I pondered the pause before the chaos. The chaos of relocation, that is. Relocation for us has for the past 3 years…
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BEING INTENTIONAL
My end of year cleansing ritual had me taking a step back and evaluating the changes I had implemented in my life in 2023 and the one that pulled my attention the most was the recklessness with which I had opened myself up to allow certain people into my life. After my divorce (which was…
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I MIND THE YELLOW LIGHTS!
I had an epiphany a while back that I call minding the yellow lights, I’ll explain. For those of you that drive, you know what it’s like while driving and approaching an intersection with traffic lights, to focused on the colours and praying it stays green till you cross. There are two kinds of people,…
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I am not nice and I am OK with that.
Once upon a time, it mattered to me that people thought I was nice. I was taught to treat others the way I would like to be treated, I was taught to be nice, to be kind, to be thoughtful, to be considerate and selfless, and for the most part I have gone through life…
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When they say children are sexual….and they think that is OK!!!
I am a very liberal person, and I am intentionally slow to judge people, so for the most part, very little shocks me about people’s peculiarity and quirks, however I am biased against a certain type. I am very suspicious of people that believe very young children are sexual. This is a sensitive subject so…
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MISS UNDERSTANDING – MISPLACED
I hate confrontation. I hate strife. I hate conversing about important matters with people that don’t know how to listen. I have spent years making changes and removing myself from circles where strife and combat was the norm. I intentionally surrounded myself with people that share my sentiments and found a vibration that matched the…
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JEALOUSY
I have a very healthy sense of self that I hardly get trampled upon without my consent. Yes, this is me saying that all the times I have been (or felt) used by someone, I take part of the blame for that happening. Luckily, constant abuse creates a certain level of immunity and I have…
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Trauma Triggers
“What is this?” I had asked. “It’s an exchange, a revelation, a probing, a sampling. It is meant to be fun. If it isn’t, then it needs to stop.” “Who gets to define fun here? Who is having the fun? How is the absence of fun going to be gauged? And who gets to decide…
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Pillows, Bed fellows and Sleeplessness
I have been battling with sleepless nights, my heart hurting for a variety of reasons. Every day seems to bring with it, one more feather to this hat of sorrows. The senseless killings. My psyche failing to understand what can damage a soul so badly that you can be brutal towards another without remorse? And…
ARTIST. GRIOT. ACTIVIST 