life of a georgia Artist

sometimes I look at myself and see a shell of what I used to be, or maybe I shed my shell. Either way I am different. I have recently realized I do not mind being in photos. I used to do all the shooting and no one really has photos of me. Today I took a photo of myself and in it I saw a change. I saw a strong woman. I saw someone who has been well through some shit. I looked at the photo, really looked, and I see this strength in me that I do not know when it happened, but its there. I push through so many things. From school, relationships, personally issues, car crap, life crap and so on and so forth. I have hit an age where I am ok with who I am, what I have become, and am amazed at the strength I now have. I dont take any shit, but im also not mean. Someone today said to me I tell it like it is and people don't get mad at you. Honestly I say whats on my mind when its on my mind. Sometimes it is hard, but you know what who else is going to stick up for me. This photo, it made...

sometimes there are songs that whisper to you. Do you remember this time in your life? sometimes there are stories that whisper to you. Do you remember this moral? And sometimes, if you are truly lucky and blessed, there is love. A love that fills you with joy. It feels your soul with happiness. It transcends whispers and unites hearts. Well today I was thinking about that kind of love and this poem came to mind. Sometimes life whispers to me and pushes me out of my comfort zone. I have learned not to fight it. Sometimes life aims higher than I used to think I deserved and I wanted to run away. And sometimes I realize I am human. I deserve everything I dream of. There is a whisper in my own heart saying, I love you, be gentle with your soul and go bravely. Today and this poem, I honor my whisper. I am calm. I hear you. There are times in my life where I seem to struggle to swim upstream. Today has been one of those days. It was a good day, but I realized how hard I need to sw...

I realize more and more that as I am a writer, I am also an artist. I see myself capturing life in a way that others don't see. I notice all the small parts that make up the whole. I look at my life sometimes and wonder where it will go, but I do not know. I do know the past. I have a strong belief that who we are does change as we grow. I do not mean grow up, I mean change and move forward in our lives. We surround ourselves with like minded people, or people who have an open mind to accept us for who we are. Though I may not fit into a spot, I am my own spot. It took a long time for me to be ok with who I am. Being put down by numerous people for numerous years has that affect on you. I am proud of who I have become. I am a strong woman, I am a writer, I am involved with things and people in my life that I am proud of. I may not fit into a cookie cutter mold, but you know what? Who wants to? I think of myself as a free form. I free write. I move as I feel the need. I don'...

As I was visiting a sweet friend of mine tonight I gazed up and noticed the stars.(yeah I'm always doing that )  They shine where I live of course, but so many city lights. Where he lives is country and I marvel as they shine. So bright in the winter. Noticing the stars, spending time with a special friend, and even though he is sicky I realized how perfect those stars are and how much I treasure his friendship. We get to stop, look up, and wonder all the time together. Winter nights are something special I think. I feel the earth's shift. I sense wonder and amazement at these heavenly gifts we see more clearly in the winter months. I noticed the moon tonight dancing with the stars. That saying that you should reach for the moon and if you miss you will land upon the stars, well that's not such a bad thing I would think. This friend of mine I have known off and on for years. We are often outside and I am always looking upwards. I think each star seems to be sparkling do...