Crowgyrl

Sometimes things are so difficult to see, until we see them. At any rate, Ingrid Michaelson, a lovely favorite of mine put out a new cd. Here is one of the songs from her new album!   Black and Blue by Ingrid Michaelson Oh I think I got you figured out Boy I think I know what you are all about Finally I can finally see You pull the darkness right down over me But now I see Everybody knows that I’m a mess Everybody knows you stole the heart from out my chest Everything you ever said... Read Full Story

mannequin , originally uploaded by Craww . I came across this most excellent artist, Craww. And I just love his work. Isn’t it amazing? Read Full Story

peace, be still. , originally uploaded by -Fearless- . This makes me want to fly away, to be free from all the gravity grounding me to a reality that is a skosh too harsh right now. It inspires me to cut paper wings and fashion them after all that is light and bearable. I wish to float on the breath of love too far from home. Read Full Story

Piñata , originally uploaded by urdaneta.md . I’m like a pinata and after all who came before you had their swings at me, yours was the winning one. You broke me open and everything within me is yours for the taking. I think it always was. Read Full Story

We spend so much time being hard on ourselves, hating who we are or disliking parts of ourselves. Comparing ourselves to others we will always fall short of something, somewhere, some time. I say… forget that… pretty, pretty please… Made a wrong turn, once or twice Dug my way out, blood and fire Bad decisions, that’s alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss ‘No way, it’s all good’, it didn’t slow me down Mistaken, always second guessing... Read Full Story

be of love (a little) more careful than of everything guard her perhaps only A trifle less (merely beyond how very) closely than nothing remember love by frequent anguish (imagine her least never with most memory) give entirely each forever its freedom (dare until a flower, understanding ceaselessly sunlight open what thousandth why and discover laughing) - e. e. cummings, be of love (a little) Read Full Story

A friend and I were having a discussion about beauty and how we define it… here is the gist of what I said… We are all beautiful. It is in the looking. It is in the seeing. I suppose it is about which angle we choose to see. Isn’t it ironic how we so rarely choose to see ourself in a way that beauty can recognized or appreciated. We are perhaps not able to get the right perspective about ourselves… for good reason. It helps us continue to grow and polish ourselves… If we were to catch the... Read Full Story

A friend drew this for me… Read Full Story

My name dances pulsing cadence in your words wake me from an inescapable nightmare and I swallow the whole universe with my morning stretch. You shine down on me beams of light brighter than Helios, and seer away the chill of night. I pull your rays around me unwilling to abandon this bed of warmth. You, my sun. Hours shift you anxious urging me ablaze into my day. Reluctant I lumber down the hall beckoning you like moths. Story the whole of everything grooved permanent in my hands, read... Read Full Story

I am not good sharing my thoughts with others, not in a deeper sense. I tread lightly in this world as I know we have all suffered too much and I wish to cause no more, for others, for myself. I have spent far too much time staring at the past recently. It is not like me. I have never been a past dweller. I have always focused forward with hope filled eyes. Have you ever stopped everything and just sat down refusing to move completely disregarding the inertia of things and people around you... Read Full Story