i've been getting back into painting early in the morning. rosy sunbeams stroking my cheeks as my paintbrushes stroke past a canvas. it's meditative. quiet. still. beautiful. i try not to check my phone before. i just roll out of bed and create. ๑ i can get so caught up in comparison. self deprication. all consuming insecurities. i get so easily swept away by the raging storms of my mind. and though they sometimes fuel my eagerness to create- they just as often distinguish any kind of light i carry with me. early in the morning i feel fresh. an open mind to match my blank canvas. my clean slate. i find courage in that. ๑ i've been listening to a lot of podcasts and radio lately. especially during these early morning sessions. when @sublimenl reached out to me i was genuinely surprised and so so happy, for my mum and i used to listen to Sublime whenever we went on roadtrips. hearing jazzy tunes fill my room makes me feel all fuzzy and nostalgic. it warms my heart. their new morning show Sublime Sunrise has become an essential part of my routine. it sets my mind straight for the day to come. reminds me to fuel the jazz in me. what fuels the jazz in you? ๑ #sublime #sublimesunrise #ad
i remember diving in the bluest of oceans. leaning back while sitting on the very tip of a small boat, cutting through the water, splitting it like a skate would with ice. sun reflected- throwing sparks around and warming my limbs. still, i was covered in goosebumps. overwhelmed. golden sunlight sunk into the smooth surface of this immense, divine body of water. it seemed to seap down into the depths of the majestic ocean. ◌ later, while diving i could see the light fight to shine, it hung from the ceiling of the underwaterworld like shimmering, dangling threads of spun gold. it was shattered light dancing around like beams in a plasma globe, shooting towards an electric center. ◌ i remember diving in the bluest of oceans. first i learned how to. i learned to breathe in a regulator. to retrieve it when i lost it. i learned to move my fins. to breathe and be buoyant. to relax. then- i had to let go and throw myself in the deep end. it is the only way to experience the realness of it all. you have to let go. to fall. to believe.
a celebratory post in honour of my legs. they carry me and i can walk without my crutches. i wasn't sure if i ever would again, but i do. and i am in awe because of the resilience and strenght of our miraculous bodies. these millions of cells that carry us through the day. that hurt and heal and always fight right on till the end. they should be celebrated and honoured every single second. every day. every year. in every shape and form and way. please do something to celebrate your body today. tonight. tomorrow morning. don't wait for an asshole to break your leg and jawbone and rip the muscles that keep your joints together apart- don't wait for something like that to happen in order to appreciate all your body does for you. we are walking wonder machines. treat yourself like the miracle you are 🌌
definitely v unsure about the hat situation. i wear it around the house all the time but haven't found the courage to face the outside world ~ looking like this ~ yet. i think i kinda dig it?