I did an amazing sound meditation last night and kept imagining I was a wild woman dancing around a bonfire throwing my worries out and shedding my skin.
Thus, I was inspired to become a primitive work of art with my chalk.
Blossom trees are my favorite trees ever, I recall in sensual delight growing up and running my fingers over the flowers and breathing in their heady scent.
As with most things, scent evokes memories and stays with you over the years. I think at heart I’ve always been a sensualist and nature reminds me of it all the time.
The legs well. … I just wanted to remind myself that even under layers in winter I’m still a woman with soft skin that needs to be kissed.