i don't always capitalize. capitalization
seems.so.formal.
i can't not write. in life there is eating, breathing, and writing. not always in that order.
this journal-of-my-sojourn can be a messy place, but it is mine to protect and love.
on the writer
born under a full moon.
rain is a nickname with much meaning for me.
thoroughly INFP.
i drink lots of coffee.
married with love.
i burn lots of incense named 'love' from a shop in san francisco
named 'life.'
deeply spiritual. i love my journey and my creator.
earthy and grounded, nestled in the secret place, in the shadow of the most high.
a wild, free spirit.
free without apology.
(freedom is about as important to me as love.)
you won't find me debating, or defending, or even trying to explain too much.
i photograph, and paint, and try to make others feel beautiful, and sometimes take pictures of them.
other things the writer loves
poetry. words. soul-stories.
music.
my intuition.
individuality.
my sacred circle.
overshadowing and the secret place.
art.
soft things that comfort ... the hug of chenille, the kiss of viscose, the breath of silk.
mercy. oh, i adore mercy.
meaningful or artistic tattoos.
healing and wholeness.
freedom.
mystery
mazzy star
and mangoes.
because she says it perfectly ...
and finally, in the poignant words of christine mason miller:
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| by christine mason miller www.christinemasonmiller.com |
