f-it-all, let’s pray.


Having a great big cozy f-it-all moment in which I decide not to do what I’m supposed to do and instead give myself over to an evening of blog reading, inspiration seeking, prayer, art journaling and general soul-centered rebellion. Much needed time in the studio, not working. The radiator sings its little songs and grief takes shapes with a million contours. In this space there are powerful blessings, available only when I surrender to them.

{originally published Feb 17, 2015}

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