The snake whispers in your ear, trying to pull you away from your path. But you can always silence it with humor, and with love.
Growth doesn’t shout. It moves like a lion — calm, grounded, Walking through shadow as if it knows the way.
After separation came the quiet — a deep look into patterns and cycles. Toxic love teaches intensity, but not peace. Sometimes healing means learning the difference.
The darker voices had to be heard, even the ones I painted over in pink. My light never asked for permission — it just broke through.
The moment when the mind tests your faith. You keep your head up, look ahead, walking through weakness with strength and purpose.
The Balance of Two
Don’t Touch My Peace
The Monkey Returns
Fruit of Change
I think about the feminine and the masculine, how the world turns on their tension and harmony. Between them, I find my place — asking God where I belong.
The more I protect my light, the more the dark tests it. It changes shape, it plays kind. But peace has boundaries, and mine doesn’t bend .
Old fears don’t vanish — they just show up in new outfits. He’s back again, loud, familiar, but I don’t flinch anymore..
New confidence grows where doubt once lived. The colors shift — Miami dreams, soft skies, open roads. Change can taste like freedom.
