bloggers, feminism, writing

The confidence capsule- Overcoming fear and tribulations.

Hello you gorgeous people, welcome back to my snazzle jazzle blog. This week emotions have heightened, we've been screwed over by politics once more and I've reached a new amazing high in spite of all that. I've decided to start a little series on my blog called ' the confidence capsule', sharing with you some… Continue reading The confidence capsule- Overcoming fear and tribulations.

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bloggers, Uncategorized, writing

TIME OUT.

Infuse your life with action. Don't wait for it to happen. Make it happen. Make your own future. Make your own hope. Make your own love- B.W.   This one's called time out for a reason. I took a time out. Make sure that you're out doing something while the sun soaks into your skin… Continue reading TIME OUT.

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This Time Next Year Tag.

Thank you to my beautiful friend Chloe (whatchloewrote.wordpress.com) for tagging me in this awesome blogger tag! Goals for the future and in general are such a fundamental part of my growth and every day life. The goal for me currently is to get out of bed and soak up the sunshine. But in wider context,… Continue reading This Time Next Year Tag.

creative writing, feminism, poetry, poets, Uncategorized, writing

I am.

I am but space a cluster of mess; my skin full of chemicals that has let hurricanes in and planets and scars like plastered wax stuck to my chest. I am the white sclera the peeling film of tired eyes; I am sinew of bones that make up home with feelings reaching from the praline… Continue reading I am.

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40 days of the positive Mantra.

My blog is my baby ( my blog has reached its second birthday) and I make it my mission to speak confidently about my positive ritual. Unless you're from Mars, I'm sure you all know that it is now Lent for those of you who look into yourselves religiously. From my perspective, I grew up a… Continue reading 40 days of the positive Mantra.

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Remembering.

Under photos of Zaragoza and them her hands grind Moroccan tea the girl- with her fences built high belly button pierced, her face smelling of honey and green tea. She believes in energy and angels in sweet lavender and Eucalyptus but not in you. She’s been to Cambodia and back in her head- a pilgrimage… Continue reading Remembering.