Art, Love and Peace are catching! Skip to primary content. Earlier I was looking for a photo of my artwork, and I came across my animal file. and it still is today! June 4, 2015. I have lots of these. Point out your flaws, notice your strengths, call you out on any manner of craziness? .

7 days of poetry and photography prompts. One week of sweet and soulful prompts to allow for your own unfolding. Spring hints at her arrival with early morning waves of birdsong and afternoons of lingering light. We begin to notice what is there, right beneath the surface of the soil or already pushing through. There is a yearning for some kind of newness, awakening, or rebirth. We wonder who is arising within us? How will we emerge? What is your water? What is your soil? We wil.

Ce qui ne me tue pas, ne me rends pas plus forte non plus. Death is a promise and your life is a fucking lie. Je ne sais plus trop quoi écrire, plus trop quoi dire, mon imagination à foutu le camp avec tout le reste.