So many people are passing through hard times. Pretty much everyone in my life actually. And lots of people who I don't know, too. I want to hug each and everyone of you (whether I know you or not - I am originally from the Midwest after all. We hug everyone!)
My highest self isn’t having it with this dreamy nonsense! Get to work she says!
You are life itself! It's time to bloom! (Also, that's a tiny orchid in the picture which may just be my new favorite flower. So tiny! So cute! Let's hope I don't kill it. I may be life itself but my inability to keep orchids alive might cast doubt on that assertion...)
I feel like a butterfly that is figuring out how the heck to get untangled from its cocoon. It’s a little awkward.
Not everyone is so lucky that have a mom in heaven who sends them prank YouTube videos.
At some point this past year I decided I wanted my life to be about pursuit of joy rather than reduction of suffering. And to paraphrase Frost, it has made all the difference.
This past week I was finding myself teetering between shutting down ("I'm going to ignore Facebook right now") and also automatically writing the story's ending. ("This is Nazi, Germany. This escalates from here. Next comes the [insert parade of horrors]").
But then I realized that when my mind creates that ending, that is the ending we get. So I decided to choose a different ending. This story will end with love of millions raising voices and declaring, we demand ferocious, expansive love that protects, lifts, reunites and heals.
For every card sent by a child $5 will be raised for immigrant legal aid.
Wanted: people willing to shine light into darkness.
Here's my idea: I give away five postcards featuring my art and in return you use them to advocate for the end of the horrific child-separation policy.