If you haven’t already caught the first part of Fluffy’s story, you can check it out here. Santa’s Penguin Patrol laughed at Fluffy for not listening to Santa’s orders to stand down. A small group snarked, “Ya better watch out,
Like dynamite your soul’s essence lights up the night sky A shooting star of dreams, memories, and joy left behind Your laughter echoes in the hearts of thousands A nuclear warmth of love and dedication radiating deep within A tapestry
I know this is a concept that I frequently shift my perspective and help me grow in mind, body, and spirit. Sometimes I catch myself consciously feeding on stories about a situation and it hits me…is this helping me or
There’s something about being vulnerable and authentically yourself that is both freeing and terrifying. The word connection has been on my mind a lot recently, I’m trying to create more time to connect with friends, family, and yes myself too.
I’ve found that my muse is always gently whispering to me in the background. Though I fear, if I’m too be honest with myself, I’ve been frequently putting the beckoning on hold or ignoring it for the most part over
Back at the North Pole Santa was busy preparing for the monthly gathering of the Guild of Legendaries when suddenly there was a jingle at the door. “Come in!” Santa cheerfully called. Holly the head elf urgently entered, her normally
Luna danced cheerfully, enchanted by the freshly fallen snow. It sparkled like stardust glistening in the night sky. She excitedly picked up a handful and blew it’s magic into the air wishing a snowman to life. She giggled as the
Doing the illustrations for my book has artistically inspired me, challenged me, and taught me not to play it safe. I’m becoming more adventurous in my art and challenging myself to not only to draw things that have fascinated me