It’s been a good while since I’ve blogged regularly…. I’ve put myself at the hands of Haiku and man! She’s had her way with me!
 
One friend described my haiku as my muse. Oh, I love that because they truly have a voice of their own! First they hollered at me to get them on walls – I started with a 21-day challenge and that turned into a daily practice. Then I got a wood-burning pen at the suggestion of a friend when I considered painting them on wood and now there's no turning back.
 
I tried my burner on leather and another friend suggested leather bracelets, which then had me thinking, ‘’why can’t I make little bags and totes?’’ so now I’m doing those too! The other day I casually went into a little handmade shop, ended up chatting with the curator who invited me to sell at her shop... When it’s legit, I’ll share but for now I’m busy burning my poems into leather, writing daily as I can, and connecting with other street artists that BLOW MY MIND!!!
 
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Thanks to all the beauties in my world that inspire and invigorate me in this creative joy ride!

ps - I updated my website to include the last month's worth of Haiku Graffiti ~ enjoy! More workshops upcoming....

​I’ve been meaning to write this for the last week – it’s been a LONG time since my last post. I’d been grieving my broken heart over a dear friend who chose to end our friendship. I needed space to not share and to just breathe and recollect my heart.
 
Then this happened. A few months ago I shared about a guy who came into my world, then disappeared. It was very odd and though people kept saying ‘’guys are like that’’ it didn’t sit well with me or even right. I feel like we degrade each other when we say that less than decent kindness is fucking “normal.” I have feelings about that.
 
Well, we reconnected, in a friendly and kind way last week. He apologized. For everything. He shared his vulnerabilities and what went on for him. I told him I’d been hurt by his actions. He heard me and could hold it. He's strong enough. In his honesty and integrity, parts of me that felt pain from a previous lover, who actually took back apologies, were soothed. I feel validated in my belief in people. In pacing, timing, patience. I like holding myself and others to high standards. It’s true we don’t know what’s going on for people but sometimes the best we can do is be honest about what’s going on for ourselves.