In the quiet wild

of my imagination,

the landscape

of my mind blooms.

Letters from the secret garden

• notes from the studio
  I’ve been thinking about what this year might look. Not in terms of plans or goals, but in how I actually want to live my days. I don’t want to drift through them, going from one worry to the next. Last year was heavy. I miss being truly present. I miss my time in theContinue reading “notes from the studio”
• January
  Light. Surfaces. Winter air. Nature. The not rushing. I observe the outside world while I stay still. I love it here in the secret garden, where all I hear are birds, grasses, and the wind. It’s that kind of noise that lets my thoughts settle. Nothing asks anything of me. If I sit still longContinue reading “January”
• the treshold
  I am sitting on the threshold. The past is already dissolving behind me. There is no point in looking back. In front of me lies a misty vastness, mysterious and unknown. I’ll have to step further. But what do I want? Who am I? I have never been here before, not even in my dreams.Continue reading “the treshold”

It takes courage to be a rare bird.

I am part forest, part moonlight,

a spirit caught between worlds.

-nightdale