Watching Your Lips Part When You Are Told to Be Silent

The past few days have been a whirlwind. Extravagantly so. Even with any logistical (or ridiculous, as the case may be) stressors, there is a feeling of a thousand doors flying open at once.  Even the ones that close have important information written on them.

It feels good. Melting. Opening. Beginning.

There is something to be said about making sure that you are treating yourself right, and making sure that there is a positive reason that everyone who is in your life- is in it. The doors that open and the possibilities that emerge are indeed, incredible.

Back to it~

-k.

[image: from red-lipstick Tumblr via walkerart dot org Yves Klein (French, 1928-1962) - La Rêve du Feu (The Dream of Fire), c. 1961     Dry Pigment and Synthetic Resin on burnt Cardboard mounted on Wood]