By living, we die. We lose our bodies and become the sky. In its essence, life is the continuous process of shedding layers, becoming who we are beneath the flotsam.
By praying, we hope, we demonstrate faith. Faith is having the audacity to believe in the not-yet-seen.
By loving, we explode. We are not meant to keep our passion inside. We must let it out into the world so it can burn, clearing space for progress, growing into something greater than ourselves.
I write through my lens as a mother, artist, feminist, west-coast soul, and millenial. Born and raised in Seattle, I currently live in San Francisco.
- Lucille "Lucy" Margaret (Miller) Robinson