this year, I’m grateful for truth.

This year, I’m grateful for truth.

For that liquid, uncomprehending, wily and enigmatic thing that scrabbles out of your hands at the very last second and leaves you peering into your hands wondering how you could have just had it 

and then not, so quickly.

For the words aren’t felt tumbling out of your mouth free-for-all and happy-go-lucky as if you were spinning around a carousel with a lavish grin and a loose grip.

No, it’s not that.

It’s not that the words are felt being held over the edge of a cliff, crying out and thrashing about in your hand begging to be let off, either.

There’s no forcing the truth, is there?

Sometimes it’s more like climbing that cliff from the bottom with nothing but your fingernails and a prayer. Struggling tremendously for miles, straight upwards, in search of the thing.

And even once you get to it, you might grasp it for a moment only for it to morph into liquid again and run through your fingers, despite your best attempts to clench your fingers together and pool it in your hand.

I want truth like friendships that you never need explanation for.

I want truth like words that are just as they are, words.

I want truth like clothes that hug your body in all the right ways.

I want truth like nights out till 4am laughing so hard your face hurts.

This year, I’m grateful for truth. I’m grateful for when it’s here and feels so palpable I could pick it up in my palms and squeeze it, and I’m grateful for when it’s slipped away and I’m suddenly wandering alone trying to find it again. 

It's a liquid, uncomprehending, wily and enigmatic thing, truth. 

That usually leads to freedom.

And I like that.

a little tattoo update.

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On Monday, November 18th, prices on my handwritten tattoo designs will be increasing.

It's time!

Digital file designs will go from $29 to $45.

Handmade package designs will go from $49 to $65.


But don't worry -- if you want to get in your purchase before the increase, you have until Monday to jump on it!

(And I'm thinking if you have a friend who's been wanting a tattoo and is ready to play around with a design, this could make a perfect holiday gift!)

The beauty is growing.....

the 26 fever.

The fever slipped in unannounced. One minute I was sleepily drinking coffee and readying myself for Persephone's wedding, the next I was shivering and sweating and generally feeling like falling over.

It was a sneaky thing.

But it knew what it was doing.

I made it through the wedding (alcohol helped quite a bit) and committed myself to the couch with blankets and tissues and tea for the entirety of the day Sunday.


And then on Monday, I turned 26. The fever was still passing through, but I knew what it was about.

It was the 26 fever.

The reminder that 26 will not be 25. That I will not be the same again. That I need to make space and clear the old.


The 26 fever is shaking me.

I'm still uncertain as to what 26 is about. (So far all I've got is the fact that I'm now more towards my late twenties than mid twenties...) But I'm ready for it. I'm ready for all that it has for me. 25 was a really fucking hard year that, while amazing, knocked me down time and time again.

I'm ready for peace in my body.
I'm ready for soul connection.
I'm ready for blazing confidence.
I'm ready for deep, deep love.
I'm ready for slow, deliberate aliveness.
And I'm ready to like my hair again.

The fever is passing. I can just barely see it making its way out the door, almost gone.

I'm ready.