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Each day, we do our best. And each day, we need to look for ways to strive to be more, to push our boundaries, to be inspired by others, and to be humbled.

This is today’s dose of all that for me. Beautiful, inspiring, and humbling. A reminder of how strong and supple we all are, how innately beautiful, courageous, and creative.

Don’t live within the boundaries. Nobody knows they can be pushed up against and broken unless someone does it. You can’t live life always looking for an example of “someone who’s done it”.

Why don’t you be in the front line, and go and do the impossible?

beautiful dance

January 6, 2019

your own kind of beauty

January 13, 2018

And of course it would be Atticus that said it! ūüôā

phenomenal woman

October 1, 2017

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see my passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
The palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

my colour + ocd tendencies are humming!

July 7, 2017

My colour and OCD tendencies are humming with joy right now! How cool is this?!

 

#love

beautiful

October 8, 2016

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Beautiful…

It’s in the curve of her cheeks

The freckles on her face, which are just slightly off-centre

The slight wearing of her brown hands and blunt fingernails

It’s in the lines around her eyes, lifted in laughter

It’s in the quiet assurance of her look

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And the joyful depth of her smile

It’s in her words, measured and chosen

Yet her story-telling is a cascading ocean of spilling sentences and pure life

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She is…exactly as she is

Therein lies the ‚Äúbeautiful‚ÄĚ of her beauty

She has no make-up, yet her face glows with purpose and energy

Her words, no matter in sadness or joy, grief or anger

Resonate…they echo and linger with light and fire!

You listen because they catch you, each word like a smooth pebble, an Autumn star, a heartbeat

Her movements are choreographed and mobile, yet totally free

Her thoughts are like rain droplets, silvery light, and shining with meaning

She is a living being of authenticity

Far more beautiful in years than in youth, in weight than in whimsy

She is a woman, living, in her own perfect, beautiful, joyful self.

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beautiful…really beautiful

July 6, 2016

“Beautiful” happens when you are being your best self, when you are lost in the moment, through your words + actions…a certain energy comes off that.¬†ūüėä

what makes a person beautiful?

October 6, 2015

My hand-written words.

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A 3-minute dialogue, unedited.

When they are totally engrossed in what they are doing, a strange fire and light and momentum comes off them. 

When they are unerringly tender that their vulnerability could reverberate off the page, and they glow with a tangible honesty and life. 

When they are at their most real and authentic, in fire, in passion, in anger, in joy, in light…in pure energy and momentum, and there is the coming together of absolute truth and the very¬†essence of them.¬†

The sum of all they are…all the tiny moments of joy, of being, of ordinary life, and light and shade, stitched¬†together into a fabric that is breathtaking as it is unique when you¬†truly examine it.¬†

It is the totally unguarded laughter which cascades forth like bells, signalling true and living joy; it is the unseen moments of wonder. 

It is the ache which is carried, tenderly and essentially, along with silent, cleansing tears. 

It is the greatness of struggle and grief, versus the momentum of living and what a person decides to celebrate and grow from, in continuing to be all of themselves. 

It is being lost in wonder, stranded in the rush of time, and to not even notice. Because that is where their soul has wandered, in wonder, and they have followed. 

It is the simple words which spill forth in articulating a story in only the way that they can. 

It is one so completely lost in the momentum of what they are¬†doing that they forget all their boundaries and are caught between inspiration and flight. They forget the “right” colours and just paint with¬†wonderful focus and wild abandon…they are¬†completely real and free.¬†

In that very moment, in that second, they are living and BEING. 

In the beauty of living and being, raw and extraordinary, they become truly BEAUTIFUL.