We look at abuse and neglect in a very narrow black and white way, there’s good touch and then there’s bad touch. We want to believe that where’s there’s love there can’t be harm. And where there’s harm, love isn’t possible. But Greenwood’s novel depicts the opposite for us, showing us where love cuts through the cracks of very dark and damaged places.
A relaxing oasis of a hotel in the heart of Waikiki, Oahu, Hawaii.
Flipping through the one too many black shirts you have, the Monday through Thursday stripes, your soul searches for something to celebrate this great achievement… and then there she is, the Acacia Limu Dress in Hibiscus.
Over our crafting we talked about life, holiday plans, beloved family and friends, desires and struggles. Our words and laughter drifted out and fell upon our working hands like the drizzling rain outside the tent. And when we would go home to hang the wreath, all the love and fun would be there, hanging up with against the fragrant branches and decorative bows.
But even more importantly, what I have acquired is a keen sense of self, and I’ve transformed into dressing myself for comfort and that sense of satisfaction before a mirror. This matters more than what any highly paid fashion influencer may suggest I fall in love with.
When you start at the roots of a place, when you consider the history and the stories, the value of the land and its people, when this is where you begin everything that builds and grows from it comes from that place. And everyone can feel it.
I’ve been quiet lately. Frankly, I’ve spent a bit of time crying my eyes out in my bathtub… for many reasons. First of all I’m super fucking…… Read more “Fucking Fierce”