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Autumn’s Goddess — A Candlelit Night
I’ve finally finished editing my latest video, stepping into the night as autumn’s goddess. Candles flickered all around me, a single pumpkin glowing softly, and I moved slowly, letting the shadows and light trace my steps. Everything felt suspended – the leaves, the air, the hush of the season. Over the video, I read my Continue reading
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Painting in the Glow
Tonight my dad and I went to Pinot’s Palette for a blacklight paint and sip. The room glowed with neon colors and under the black lights our paintings slowly came alive with a spooky kind of magic. You can watch the timelapse here: Art has always been something we’ve shared. When I was little, my Continue reading
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Saturday Evening with a Brush
Tonight’s paint and sip felt grounding. As I worked on the canvas, the colors came together in a way that surprised me. So vibrant, alive, and familiar. It reminds me of a rainy autumn night, the kind that makes you feel both reflective and present at the same time. There’s something about putting brush to Continue reading
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Tremor of Stars
Two rivers run, unseen, beneath The skin of stars, where silence keeps. One hums in shadow, one in flame, Yet neither knows the other’s name. A mirror breaks in a language lost, Reflections drift, count no cost. Bones of wind, whispers of rain, Folded inside a secret chain. Time blinks sideways, refusing doors, We are Continue reading
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Breath of Ink
Ink becomes my breath, between the dust and the stars I dissolve in thought. Continue reading
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Bracing For Fall
When I was little, every season in Washington carried its own kind of magic. Summer was blackberry stained fingers and stubborn sunsets that lingered long after bedtime. Spring was cherry blossoms scattered across wet sidewalks, tulips rising out of soggy earth. Winter was snow on the Cascades, holiday lights against dark evergreens, breath curling white Continue reading
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She Walks in Light Unnamed: Becoming Something Wild and Beautiful
I didn’t know exactly what I was making when I started filming this. I just knew I wanted it to feel like something whispered, like a dream or a spell or a memory I hadn’t lived yet but missed anyway. I went out into the grass in the late afternoon, barefoot, wearing a green dress Continue reading
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Snow Falls, But I Am Warm
There’s snow outside today, soft and gentle, falling quietly as if the world itself is holding its breath. The air is sharp with cold, but somehow, I feel a warmth in my heart, unexpected and comforting. It’s a warmth that rises slowly, as if it’s been there all along, just waiting for the right moment Continue reading
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A Portrait of Light: Painting Myself Into the Aurora
There is something about the aurora that feels like a language I almost understand. It moves with a kind of knowing, a silent rhythm written in color, never still, never fully graspable, yet undeniably real. It exists in the space between darkness and light, between earth and sky, between what is seen and what is Continue reading
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Half of Me
There’s a half of me I keep in shadows,tucked beneath the surface where no one sees.A quiet hum of longing, a melody unsung,a bridge that spans the distance between who I amand who I might have been. Half of me craves roots,anchored in the soil of certainty,nurtured by stability,while the other halfdreams of flight—windswept freedom,the Continue reading
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The beauty of the small things: embracing the hidden depths of everyday life
There’s a quiet magic in the world that most people overlook, the kind of beauty that doesn’t shout to be seen, but quietly whispers to those who know how to listen. It’s in the warmth of the sun on your face as you step outside in the morning, the way the breeze dances gently through Continue reading
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