
This is about the crippling, exhilarating reality of being a creative, where your satisfaction with life rests on whether or not you have adequately expressed the essence of your soul lately.

I’m listening to Macy Gray under the late October sun, thinking about books. Or, one book. If you haven’t heard of it, prepare to be emotionally wrecked, irrevocably.

This is a love letter. A celebration. A toast. To all of you. And, to Mary Oliver’s wisdom.

Something has changed, quietly and swiftly, without ever asking my permission. I have lost my loneliness.
Spinning Visions was created as an ode to love, art, and other messy things that make my head spin. It is a space for documenting experience and exploring thought. It is also the thing that makes me lose all sense of time and place. You can click here to learn more.
It should also be noted that I probably shouldn’t be telling you half of what is on here, but that I don’t really know how not to.
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