Love reality

Messy hair not that she doesn\'t care she loves her hair, loves freedom, loves air. Elements whisper tangling any thoughts of perfection. Impatience courses the blood in her veins screaming run free. Stop constricting my feet! Free my soul my body my heart. Run through the forest. Dance in the rain. Be messy. Have fun.…Read more Love reality

I’m a flower

I can't keep lying to myself, to the world. How do I show up in my vulnerable strength? How am I so resilient yet still delicate?  These are the questions burning in my soul,my heart. We've been taught the masculine  way of showing up. Be productive, get shit done, make money. This fallacy that's so…Read more I’m a flower