Giselle Buchanan

Visual Artist & Writer

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First day and I’m trying to figure out how to stay forever 😭😂
First breakfast in Thailand
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So grateful for tonight’s reading. What a beautiful send away. 📸 @thesoniag
Sharing poems on Thursday night before I leave America for almost a month. If you wanted to see me before I go, you can catch me here.
Happy New Year from your introverted friend drinking too much ginger ale with maraschino cherries + lime 🍹at the club. @thesoniag and I looked cute. #hummingbirdcasa
In April, I went to Oakland for my 25th birthday and @thesoniag took care of me. Made sure I ate at all the best spots, hung out with her friends and saw all the cutest places. I was reunited with one of my favorite humans @shiftingself. Felt v loved and connected.
In February, @kaydavisartist came to America from London and it was like we knew each other our whole lives. She brought so much color and laughter to my life and I gained a Jamaican sister-auntie to FaceTime in headscarves with.
Lately~ • Diligently working through the excess and eliminating all that no longer resonates, which is not in truth a loss, but instead a making of room. Sometimes purging can be chaotic. I am looking forward to the calm. To the space I will make for myself to fill. For an unwavering voice that rings out clearly as my own. • Going to Thailand in two weeks and my disbelief has turned into nerves. Any advice for this new traveler? • I haven’t painted anything new in months. I haven’t painted consistently in years. I haven’t written anything good in months. I haven’t written consistently in years. I have this need to not be bad at things, which is a kind of paralysis. I have been hearing the whispers of new things I am wanting to create. It is an act of bravery to make them. To release all expectations of yourself and the work. To take the risk of saying yes because of the faith you have in what you’ll find. • I release spiritual, mental and financial scarcity and the person it makes of us. I release the belief that there will be tomorrow. Love while you can. August taught me that. I release my fear of my being my true self and obtaining my desires. I release my playing small. My hiding. My minimizing to make space for others. I release the burying of my feelings. Pacifying them with indulgence, with shopping, with vices. Release of the belief that there is no room for me to be flawed enroute to my highest expression. • For this coming cycle, I call in warmth. I call in teaching people how to treat me. Treating myself with the care I want to be given. I call in being more generous with the eye I view myself with. More meals shared and prepared by my own hands. I call in an intentional joy and the ability to ‘walk away from the table when Love is no longer being served.’ I call in facing myself without turning away. Honoring the call of my heart without worrying about the opinions of others. I call in vision, expansion, a world of my making and the unshakable trust that it will be a beautiful one.
When you spend hours with your friend at the hospital and they finally get discharged, brunch and warmth is necessary after care. Also, dill on everything in 2018.

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