the search for external validation is a slippery slope to pervasive self-doubt that will eat us from the inside out. Continue reading validate me, validate me not
my heart pricks my veins searching beneath the surface for truth. my pen tattoos me with tear-stained ink indelibly scoring my skin with an unravelling, unnerving and unrelenting pursuit of the Real McCoy. Continue reading Real McCoy
the trees swoon, their bodies dancing in time with the sighs of the wind.
restless, unpredictable. Continue reading succulent
Inspired by Psalm 23… Continue reading rested
‘you have to give something to get something’
‘no gain without pain’
‘true success requires sacrifice’
true or false? and to what degree?
how much must I let go Continue reading Sacrifice
jeering a grin
discs spin Continue reading Plates