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artist illustrator - @kaitmatthewsart 

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Drifting Sit down on this driftwood log, listen to waves swishing in and out. Feel their rhythm coordinate with blood jiving through your veins. Let your mind wander; imagine yourself on a magic carpet skirting the water close enough to let your fingertips touch a tepid sea. You are an albatross spreading wide wings to circle the ocean, seeing an endless horizon of possibilities. Drop judgments and anger into the sea. Breathe in hope, peace and serenity. You feel energized, content and ready for a safe landing on a newfound shore of the mind. by Norma Wightman

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I think I too should like to fly as the albatross over the ocean.

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A wee snippet of my illustrations…

Humbled if you took a gander

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“I never change, I simply become more myself.”

— Joyce Carol Oates

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Holly Berry Wishes - art by Kait Matthews

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“If you saw her in these moments, you might think she was collecting her thoughts in order to go forward. But I see it another way: Her mind is being overwhelmed by two processes that must simultaneously proceed at full steam. One is to deal with and live in the present world. The other is to re-experience and mourn something that happened long ago.”

— Steve Martin

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“There are many days when all the awful things that happen make you sick at heart, when the path before you is so steep you can’t bear to look. Not even love can rescue a person from that.”

— Banana Yoshimoto, Kitchen

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Flowers and serpents and bugs, Oh my!

Artwork by Kait Matthews

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‘I salute the light within your eyes where the whole universe dwells. For when you are at that center within you and I am that place within me, we shall be one.’ ~ Crazy Horse, Oglala Lakota Sioux

Artwork by Kait Matthews @kaitmatthewsart on IG

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"So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being."

— Jack Kerouac

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𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘔𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯. 𝘔𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘔𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘞𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦, 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨— 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

—𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘎𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘖𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳

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“Realize how short the walk is from gratitude to happiness.” -Yung Pueblo

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Purring kitty

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Unmute!

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