02/09/2026
Life In Art: Spaces Lately.
All of my decor is in my new space
My body crawled with anxiety
The restlessness
The coming into new while still stepping the very last.
I come feel this new space needed something.
Something new — I’d search.
Hours with eyes strains and miniatures that grew
Buy. Buy. Buy.
The inner conflict within me.
The peace I craved and knew I deserved.
I don’t want more. More. More.
I want to be happy in the here. In the now.
With what all is.
I’m a spiritual girl living in a material world
Art is my expression.
Pictures and word and dance.
When I’m ready.
When I need it.
When it rolls down the fielded dreams of creativity as breathes into her book
She teaches the lessons of creativity. Where it is a spiritual kindling that comes to sing with your soul— but it’s up to use to run with it when it speaks, before, like the wind, she’s on her way into the world of creative thoughts and expressions.
My home, my space, has always been my creative expression. Bless the Mother who allowed me to paint tress on my walls and whatever my mood was— as long as it was done artistically. Love to the hippie dippie mommas.
Right now, my decor is all at the warm and beautiful
But my house had felt empty.
It needed new life— welcoming in the Imbolc, the New Year of the Hourse, my spirit animal.
I decided to decorate with books.
All read years ago.
Never knew the peace of color coordinating books before lol
My home is coming a lot to welcome in this new year.
Thanks to one of my teachers about this gentle reminder of the late start to the New Year
