
Hands, making
on leaving the hands that raised me, for my own handmade life
𖤣𖥧 on living life in vivid colour, in the dance between light and shadow, through evolving landscapes of belonging and becoming 𖤣𖥧
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on leaving the hands that raised me, for my own handmade life

rupture is a teacher for opening up to life, over and over again

On navigating liminal spaces, and finding devotion in the luminous dark

An unconventional birthday cake poem for a life with floating roots

Finding my way back from the past

On healing a daughter's hungry heart, and how artists become themselves

the song she writes for me

For times of struggle to find the artist within

On becoming whole again after losses that shatter

When I stopped running away and started finding beauty in the everyday - as told through four stories and a dream