365 days devoted to solitude,
moments to gaze upon my nakedness.
Flipping through the pages of my soul,
mindfully reading each one in braille.
A gentle knowing that there are many layers yet to be deciphered and explored.
A neverending tale of wonder.
How I blossom from a tiny seed,
into the tallest of trees.
Rooted in this journey of self expression.
The shedding, the stillness, the growth and the sturdiness in my acceptance, that nothing ever stays the same.
I will continue to change through the seasons of this existence,
and meet myself deeper time and time again.

Relationships take dedication, dedication to honour the soul of the one you're with.
A dedication to consistently show up for one another, regardless of distance and time.
Especially when things get tough.
When you truly value the one you're with, you'll find time to be fluent in their love language, to understand it, and to give it freely with no want or expectation.
I'm not looking for a part-time fling, a night between the sheets, or a convenient *******.
I want to build something with someone who appreciates and truly sees the depth of who I am.
A lover who wears her heart on her sleeve, in spite her hurts, her betrayals, her let downs.
Because I choose myself when the world and people try to convince me otherwise.
I know the magic my love holds, so no, I don't just want to be a moment in your day, a fleeting thought, a good morning or good night text.
I want someone who chooses me regardless of the circumstance, who holds space for me to heal my wounds, who shows up for me by loving and honouring themselves first.
Someone who reciprocates what I bring to the table, a you water me, I water you kinda romance.
Abundance, communication, consistency, devotion, growth, respect, and emancipation from the barriers leading to the heart.
These are my non-negotiables.
So before you decide if you want a seat at this table, first ask yourself... Am I ready to feast?

Have you ever been in love with a Goddess?
Her presence illuminates your shadows,
all the parts of yourself you try to bury,
and sweep under the rug.
The way she shines,
gives you permission to do the same.
Standing in her power,
all of her godliness,
in all of her glory.
Unapologetically  n a k e d.
True to herself,
she does not shrink to comfort others.
Her power is her femininity.

She is an amalgamation of luminescence and tenebrosity.

The dis-ease of perception, these conflicting, constricting and co-existing versions of me. But I reserve the right to burn them all to the ground, and rise from the ash.

Bliss exists within

I am ART in motion