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My knees folded neatly over my shoulders, tucked behind my ears, arms reaching behind me, holding together the tiny package I've become. This is how I show up, neat, pleasant, bite-size. Easy to dismiss. Easy to overlook. Easy to take advantage of. So, I pull my arms closer, tuck a little tighter, make myself smaller, a little more & a little more, so they will think I'm easy & choose me after all. But oh well, now I'm suddenly too inflexible? Rigid? Standing in the way? A sm

I dreamed about you last night, the atmosphere still lingering on me this morning like a thick, smooth rope gliding softly over my bare shoulders as I made my way into the day. Everything had a richer quality, my coffee tasted full of hope, my skin felt soft and the grey day outside my window full of possibilities. A quiet, peaceful richness, still vibrant at its brim that seems to call & make me brave saying everything will be ok. I'm not sure any of this makes sense, realit

I'm letting her out of the basement today! I know I am mad but I don't feel a thing, anger is playing hide and seek with me again & I don't have the energy to pretend. The door's closed and guarded by a scary grinning cat that wants me to smile through the pain, be a queen & hold up my head. You see, grief I know by now, helplessness I can endure, even loneliness & despair have become my friends, - but anger? I don't know her! She lives in the shadows, rarely says a word, tur

Sometimes you stumble upon exactly what you need, right when you need it most. A few years ago, for me, it was a stack of original Moomin comics in an Airbnb in Brighton. I don’t even like comics. And yet they hooked me instantly—with their quirky humor and the permission to just be yourself . ( The meme made me smile. ) The tricky thing about resting When I think of the Moomins, I think of a place where no one has to explain themselves. Everyone is a little odd, very lovabl

Have you ever used affirmations to help you break old patterns? Many of us are drawn to emotionally unavailable people or fall into co-dependent patterns—not because we’re “broken,” but because of how we learned love growing up. Old habits can shape who we’re attracted to and how we show up in relationships.

Some paintings are born within an hour and fascinate me right away. Some paintings get on my nerves and I've wanted to throw them out of...

I never had the intention of being an artist! It was the last thing on my mind. Maybe some of you already know that I follow Jesus . Why...

Five paintings. Five inner milestones on the way back into the light . “Into the Light” is a series about healing, inner strength, and the courage to keep going – even when the path is foggy and often full of obstacles. Each piece emerged intuitively and tells its own story. It’s a series for those who need extra light on their path right now – who move forward stubbornly, yet gently, and don’t ignore their inner guide, because they give themselves permission to heal, day

Stubborn sunbeams. Rebellious hope. Every day afresh. detail photo of the piece "Breakthrough" from the series INTO THE LIGHT, available...

Two years ago I was on a hike to the top of Mount Fuji in Japan. 12,390', an extreme challenge for me. On top of it all it was raining...

A mountain chain of challenges , uncertain how to approach it. The hills in front look manageable , but maybe they're misleading me. What...

Now she's lying there, the fragile, small person, surrounded by deep blue, calming, covered in a sort of hibernation . An orange mark...

I'm becoming the person I needed growing up, the curious and non-judgmental, the loving and supportive. I'm becoming the parent, the friend, and the teacher I could've only dreamed of. Maybe, one day, when I've loved myself loud enough, I'll be able to do the same for someone else, but for now, I'm becoming the person I needed growing up. This is an original poem written for the painting "becoming". It reminds me that before we can teach someone else anything we need to teach