Tiled Mosaics & Our Freedom To be Free

I am a tattooed law student that secretly dreams of owning a restaurant. I love ballet and I often listen to Creed while I’m driving.

Yikes right?

Let’s do it again; I am a New Zealand citizen, who was born on a tiny island in the middle of the Pacific and grew up in Los Angeles California.

Well I’ll be.

‘Our deepest fear’

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

When I was 12 years old someone handed me a note with this Nelson Mandela quote on it. They told me that it reminded them of me, and that I should take some time to understand why that might be.

At a moment in time where I was deeply troubled by the world growing inside me, as well as the world I saw around me, this quote did no less than change my life; so much so that I got half of the quote tattooed on my body; a sort of keepsake to keep me grounded in the path that I knew, even then, that I wanted to go down.

A Letter To A Younger Me

Hey you.

It has been a while. I hope you do not think that I have been neglecting you. I didn’t realise how much I needed to separate you from me to get to where we are going. So much has happened since we last sat in our favourite places together; I want to speak indisputable truths to you, but I can’t help but think it best that we first remember the place where we first started this journey together.

I know you feel alone. A deep and immovable glass blanket of sorrow burns at the seams of what makes you you. I know the memories have created insurmountable walls to the inner being that lives inside of you. I know you built a tower of steel around yourself. And I know you painted that windowless prison with flowers, so that no one but you would ever see the desolation that ravages the inhabitants of your palace.