I should title this learning to breathe because it feels like it is a season of that. I wake up feeling so jumbled and tired sometimes and the only thing that works is loosening my shoulders and inhabiting my breath. There are days I feel ashamed of my lack of progress but I have to remind myself I am not a clog or a robot…I am person and my worth is not limited or bound up in air castles. And I breathe. I keep breathing because isn’t that the ultimate rebellion?
it’s not always about the stuff you think is worth remembering. Sometimes it’s about the stuff you wish you could forget. Give it language until you’ve written it into history—and give it the chance to sting as it caterwauls out of you. Sing a new song out of yourself. Write the lyrics—they tear down walls between darkness and your new day. —-vagabroadjournals
some paper media used—
art journal magazine
Sabrina ward Harrison book
Jane Davenport book
365 prayers, meditations and dedications from around the world