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(Photo by Olivia Notter) I'm swimming in a sea filled with stardust and starlight. The stars glitter on my skin, and I'm not afraid to be naked beneath the gaze of the universe. I'm tired but the water says to me, gently, you're okay, I have you.  I'm running on a winding path, the wind sweeps …

Creative work

(Art: Moonlight by Lilah Solo) When I began this piece, I had something I needed to get off my chest. If god exists, I meet her here. In my music. I always occasionally feel that the universe has my back because of the lovely accidents that happen in the music, mid-composition... but anywhere really. I could put …

Broken Nautilus

I'm here, and I can't believe how nice it is here. Serenity. There are people here, and it feels less lonely. This music helps. I still have grasped the truth. I... how do I begin? I think I needed this. There is a little girl on the seashore... playing, her brown hair is being blown …

Thoughts from the forever drafts

(Art by Carne Griffiths) I am excited for death. It is not because I am tired of life, far from it, at my best, I am joyous and filled with spirit. At my worst, I am distant, lost and mired deep in despair, but both are merely opposite ends of the spectrum. I am excited for …

Into colour

(Art by Olga Kalinovskaya) I found you in the notes. In the silence around me. The girl in the mirror, in the morning, looked different to who I thought she was in the evening. The night filled will roughness, were the edges of a dream. She was a bird spinning into the center until she …

I feel your fragility too

(Art by Ilona Flores) In the distance, there's a strangeness. It is a circle moving into another circle and then another. You circle around, and this time you're a little closer but the center has shifted again. Whatever it is you need to move though, within, towards... outwards... when you figure it out, you realise you …

Self compassion

(Art by AkiMao) I started this post with the intention of writing about Brene Brown's book, The Gifts of Imperfection. I read it in early 2016, found it incredibly inspiring and it was what started me on authenticity and vulnerability. I took away the most value out of those concepts. Some odd intuition drew me back to …

Sometimes god is just a moth

(Art by Jasmin) When I began this post it was dark and raining outside and you could hear the wind. It was very lovely. I found some really mellow music to listen to. I also came across this piece of artwork that I've featured on this post when I was looking for a piece for my …

Losing a little of something

(Art by Jasmin) There was something infinitely sad about the dying halos of flowers, that were, less than a week ago, still vibrant with colour. Perhaps the grey clouds and the intensity of the wind had something to do with it. Perhaps because I was floating through limbo as the world around me finished up …

Dust

(Art by hattie) Some nights... have a magic to them. You know the ones, maybe you're watching a film, reading a book, journaling, dancing. Whatever it is that you do, there's a moment. You glimpsed something. Whatever it is, it feels right. Everything feels right. Do you ever forget why you do something? Maybe you …