Monthly Archives: May 2015

Good morning, new day.

I woke up with a little headache, but I don’t mind, because your sun is gorgeous, new day. That little bird you sent singing is lifting my sleepy head into your hours of possibility. The neighbor kitty that waits for

Good morning, new day.

I woke up with a little headache, but I don’t mind, because your sun is gorgeous, new day. That little bird you sent singing is lifting my sleepy head into your hours of possibility. The neighbor kitty that waits for

what you create is a miracle of inspiration to someone, somewhere

A day after I write about being creatively constipated, the universe shed its light on me through the people in my life, both on and offline. One of them is a man who’s challenged and encouraged me. He’s an artist and

what you create is a miracle of inspiration to someone, somewhere

A day after I write about being creatively constipated, the universe shed its light on me through the people in my life, both on and offline. One of them is a man who’s challenged and encouraged me. He’s an artist and

My beef with baby clothes

Originally posted on hunting for bliss:
I get it that almost all clothing is gendered, male or female. I get the whole pink and blue piece. Fine. I can deal with the fact that girls tend to wear purples and…

My beef with baby clothes

Originally posted on hunting for bliss:
I get it that almost all clothing is gendered, male or female. I get the whole pink and blue piece. Fine. I can deal with the fact that girls tend to wear purples and…

creative constipation

Over tea this morning, my friend described how his girlfriend self-sabotages her artistic ambitions. She’d intended to apply to a particular art school, but for reasons that were weak at best, she didn’t. Her lack of initiative made her feel shitty

creative constipation

Over tea this morning, my friend described how his girlfriend self-sabotages her artistic ambitions. She’d intended to apply to a particular art school, but for reasons that were weak at best, she didn’t. Her lack of initiative made her feel shitty

God bless street musicians

I had a sleepover with insomnia last night, so rather than lay in bed, we decided to do some work together and then catch an extra-early commuter train to Amsterdam. And as always, I ordered a cup of wakey-wakey to accompany my journey. As I’m waiting for

God bless street musicians

I had a sleepover with insomnia last night, so rather than lay in bed, we decided to do some work together and then catch an extra-early commuter train to Amsterdam. And as always, I ordered a cup of wakey-wakey to accompany my journey. As I’m waiting for