i am just a light being writing stories in her notebooks.

a man in a black hoodie is making a sign that says zoom in ALT: a man in a black hoodie is making a sign that says zoom in

🤣🤣🤣 that’s when i know it’s bedtime.

a witch is holding a skull in her hand ALT: a witch is holding a skull in her hand

me every time my peace is disturbed…

- call the clergy
- release the spiders

yeah i have a yellow ink that is like that and i tried everything to make it work. had me trying to pinch to zoom on my paper. 🤣

every rain drop that falls will remind you of the day everything changed. the last time our words were weights from holding truth. the first & last time we saw each other naked.

the day i walked away from you & heard your words beg for time to move slower. a law i couldn’t break for you.
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#poem

it is lighter than the color you went with so you were right to choose that color. it’s a pretty color.

i have diamine sepia in my crystal kaweco ef and i love it. the colors look similar.

If it drains your light, set it down. Leave it where it is, and choose yourself instead.

we have lost the art of inspiration; sharing our own experiences to spark a light in the darkness. covid was a time of solitude and reset. we all lost our spark but we must be curious enough to find it again.

from one candle to another, i flame you.
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a curious mind will grow. not a mind that is forced to bend at a rate that is set by another. we can inspire reading by providing options that help motivate curiosity.

maybe those who get back into reading need to start from the beginning. listening to a voice whisk them away into a far away land. expanding their imagination while fertilizing their curiosity.

there was a study done to see if physical books and audiobooks were the same when it came to literacy. my thing is we should already know that audiobooks are beneficial to reading literacy because it is the same as reading a book to a young child. reading to children is encouraged for a reason.

i remember there were times when i had something to say but there was this feeling of “no, just observe.” i listened. even as a kid. it is the same thing now.

i was a curious kid who wanted to be doused and submerged in knowledge. i wanted to know everything and everything to know me without even thinking about if i wanted to or not.

as i processed what i was sensing, i learned a lot that felt like common sense but i have learned that it is not. my brain works different than most and i can solve a problem or determine how something was done in a split second.

i don’t know why yet but the thought unfolding in my mind all day has been that i have spent my life in silence. quietly observing with some internal dialogue but mostly just enjoying nothingness.

i could have explained what the dark knight of the soul meant but some things can only be learned through experience. it was merely a reference point; a marked memory in time that you will soon recall.

the lesson was about trusting my inner guidance and surrendering the need to control every outcome. change is uncomfortable but my vision has never been more clearer.

i am the keeper of my peace. to be questioned projects control over what is not yours. find your own peace to keep. feel it wherever you go.
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along came a spider.

if you survive then you move onto the room full of dragons. if you do not pull out toys and show me your inner child, you must leave.

spiders are silhouetted against a foggy sky with the word paranormal written on the bottom left ALT: spiders are silhouetted against a foggy sky with the word paranormal written on the bottom left

if my spiders do not like you…😈

i could see myself with a room full of spiders and a partner entering with a look of…

fascination
or fear

i have seen what happens when i let go. so i am sorry if i come off nonchalant or as if i don’t care. i do but i can’t remain in the way of fruition. this was one of my many lessons.

whatever will be. will be.

some beings are too grown for me.

i rather believe in magic, mythical creatures, and the weird part of science.

the way that i trust in the impossible these days and the way is always made has me feeling magical. it just takes a little shifting to bend space and time around me.

it's not words or deeds
but the endless mesh of
invisible things that holds
me aloft, forever

love doesn’t change. we do.
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Memory of a classic NYC building about to be demolished

entinel
35 West 57th Street , The Shepard-Shieffelin Residence.1891 .
Another of the last bastions of Beaux Arts design in NYC is likely to soon be demolished. #art @bsky.art

Better get some oranges before I develop scurvy.