Art. Poetry. Traveling the world to hike volcanoes, comb the beaches, and lounge in olive trees while chatting with donkeys about love. Praying with my eyes wide open and hands full of paint, writing endless poems about the sun.
Writer, poet, artist, traveler. Some people pray with heads bowed and hands folded; others pray with eyes wide open and hands full of paint, writing endless poems about the sun.
What it means to be a woman in the world making slow, chewy art. Subscribe to receive a link to my free poetry workshop in your inbox!