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Nov 4, 2018

Explorations in Art, Spirit & Life

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These are my field notes — observations gathered from the landscapes of life and work. This is where art, soul, and lived experience intersect.
You’ll find poetry, imagery, reflections on energy and spirit, and the quiet documentation of a life being shaped with care. Read slowly. Take what resonates. Leave what doesn’t.
This space is for the curious, the contemplative, and the creatively alive. — Jess

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There is a reason life doesn’t ask the same thing There is a reason life doesn’t ask the same thing of you forever. Not every season is meant for visibility. Not every season is meant for building. Not every season is meant for proving. Some seasons ask you to go quiet. To observe more than you react. To listen more than you speak. To heal more than you hustle. To release more than you reach. And in a world addicted to constant motion, silence can feel like failure. But what if it isn’t? What if your quiet season isn’t life forgetting about you—but life preparing you? Because the version of you that re-emerges is never the same one who stepped away. She returns with different eyes. Different boundaries. Different standards. Different peace. She no longer chases what once distracted her. She no longer argues for places she has outgrown. She no longer needs permission to become herself. There are seasons to grieve. There are seasons to heal. There are seasons to rest. And then there are seasons where your only responsibility is to be fully, unapologetically alive. To laugh without guilt. To create without overthinking. To love without shrinking. To take up the space you spent years convincing yourself you didn’t deserve. So don’t compare your winter to someone else’s spring. Don’t force yourself to bloom because the world is asking for flowers when your roots are still growing. Ask yourself instead… What is this season trying to teach me? What is it asking me to release? Who am I becoming because of it? Trust that every season has a purpose. And when it’s time to re-emerge, you won’t need to announce it. Your presence will say everything your silence was preparing.
When you zoom out, you realize most of the things When you zoom out, you realize most of the things stealing your peace don’t actually matter. The opinions. The drama. The fear. The need to fit into spaces you’ve already outgrown. The world is far bigger than the box you’ve been living in. It is your playground to explore, create, wander, learn, evolve, and become. If a place, relationship, job, or version of yourself feels too small, move. You 👏🏻are 👏🏻not 👏🏻a 👏🏻tree👏🏻 You are not bound by your circumstances. You are not trapped by your past. You are not limited by anything except the limitations you’ve accepted as truth. Your life expands the moment you remember you have choices. Take your power back. 💖Choose the road that excites you. 💖Choose the dream that scares you. 💖Choose yourself. The horizon was never meant to be a wall—it was always an invitation.
Art is subjective because its purpose was never to Art is subjective because its purpose was never to be liked by everyone — it was meant to make you feel something. The pieces that stay with people are the ones that crack something open inside of them. Emotion isn’t weakness. In a world obsessed with numbness and detachment, feeling deeply is its own kind of bravery. What do you think?
I have been so many women inside one lifetime. Th I have been so many women inside one lifetime. The soft one. The shattered one. The one who stayed too long. The one who finally left. The one who buried her voice just to survive. And the one learning to share again. Life keeps peeling me open — layer by layer, grief by grief, truth by truth — until I meet another version of myself waiting underneath it all. And somehow… all of her makes sense. Because we are not the wounds. We are what we built with our bare hands after the wreckage. Not the breaking — the becoming. ✍🏻 Jess Little
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