I realize a lot of the same things over and over again, a little deeper each time, don’t I?

What would it mean to let myself shine?

This sculpture is me reflecting on the simultaneous beauty and utter horror of humanity.

Sometimes, I write in poetry (and sing and paint) because not having to make sense is the only thing that makes any sense to me.

The truth is not an object that can be measured with a ruler. The truth is felt in the body.

You heard whispers among the trees and called out, “Who’s there?”

Why does Halloween exist? Is it because our humanness allows us to find a way to transform our fears into something fun, goofy, beautiful?

What is justice?

These are the words I have right now, a swirling, mashed up mix of statements and poetry.

Reflecting on the first artwork in my Cycle Breakers series

I have hope. I find hope, over and over and over again. But maybe today, I just want to acknowledge how tiring that’s been.

Yes, something so cracked can survive. I know that now.

I choose honesty over sugar-coating and looking the other way.

A poem by Nicole Javorsky

There is magic in moving through the darkness. And when I say there’s beauty in struggle, I don’t mean that it always feels beautiful.

In between the moments of writing or painting or drawing, I get scared too.

Grief pulls me deep down under and I let it. And I stay here as long as I need.

Too many of us have been silenced and might not be fully aware of it yet, but we don’t have to stay quiet.

Inside of my frozen parts, there was always deep sadness and grief waiting to be felt when the thaw came.

Knowing my fear's origin helps me reclaim my power.