Hi. 
Welcome to my happy hippie misadventures of self discovery in artistry, marriage and motherhood merrily carrying the baggage of mental health and an autoimmune disease. I promise to keep things interesting and almost always look damn good while doing it. BTW my baby ruins lives and you'll hate me for my husband. 
Namaste.
luv/Te' 

Self Expressing back to Sanity - My First Post

Self Expressing back to Sanity - My First Post

How perfect is that bag with those boots....dying. That convertible satchel is perfect for travel and currently functioning as my diaper bag. 

How perfect is that bag with those boots....dying. That convertible satchel is perfect for travel and currently functioning as my diaper bag. 

This is my second draft...though I never meant for there to be a retry. 

I let myself flow freely and unapologetically pressed publish but
my thoughts were eaten by the internet. 

So it is at times. 
To feel eaten alive. 

Such is the nature of the beast, 
being an Artist I mean. 

You slave and work and do and it is all flow through you and at times, what is the point? 

To leave a legacy. Do something that matters.

Create. 
Anything. 
Something. 

Desperately grasping for some handle on reality
Self Expressing back to sanity
Though at times its a lost cause. 

I clasp my hands in empty air reaching for the words that
only moments ago flowed so simply through me
but alas, they are lost. 

I was once lost as well
but in seeking the silence
I found myself standing still. 

The sound of the train outside reminds me the time is passing by
and much like the words disappeared into nothingness with the simple click of a button
so too do simple but profound moments. 

Here, I relive them. 
Breathe life and objective perspective into overwhelming spaces. 

This is my safe haven. 
A home I'm building for myself to just be. 

Be Free. 

Ahimsa.
Aparigraha.
Unaplogetically; ME. 
 

Layers upon layers upon layers. It is cold as balls in UK during February. Not a suggested travel time. 

Layers upon layers upon layers. It is cold as balls in UK during February. Not a suggested travel time. 

Bought those gloves 20 minutes into us walking around and immediately cut the fingers off before even leaving the store. Regretted it even quicker, those little tips were numb. 

Bought those gloves 20 minutes into us walking around and immediately cut the fingers off before even leaving the store. Regretted it even quicker, those little tips were numb. 

  • Wilson Leather Coat  
  • Thrift Store leather gloves with fingers cut off
  • Fur vest from unknown 
  • Doc Marten boots 
  • Poverty Flats by Rian bag 
Outside the Holyroodhouse Palace in Edinburgh, Scotland      February 21, 2015 

Outside the Holyroodhouse Palace in Edinburgh, Scotland      February 21, 2015 

37weeks and PTSD

37weeks and PTSD