“To know someone deeply is to know a universe contained in skin.” — Victoria Erickson Copy Share Image
Allow beauty to shatter you regularly. The loveliest people are the ones who have been burnt, broken, and torn at the seams, yet still… — Victoria Erickson Copy Share
“Be around those who crave new galaxies in you. The light through your veins. Poetic science. Wider vision. Gentler strength. The moon in your… — Victoria Erickson Copy Share
“Rather than fearfully shutting down your sensitivity, dive in deeper into all possible feeling. As you expand, keep only those who are not afraid… — Victoria Erickson Copy Share
“When connections are real, they simply never die. They can be buried, or ignored or walked away from, but never broken. If you deeply… — Victoria Erickson Copy Share
“Half of me is filled with bursting words and half of me is painfully shy. I crave solitude yet also crave people. I want… — Victoria Erickson Copy Share
“Let’s not travel to tick things off lists, or collect half-hearted semi-treasures to be placed in dusty drawers in empty rooms. Rather, we’ll travel… — Victoria Erickson Copy Share
“Three things: 1- Stop letting pride win. Don't let it destroy and unravel friendships and loves. We blinked, and it's the holidays again. How… — Victoria Erickson Copy Share
“I love getting older. My understanding deepens. I can see what connects, I can weave stories of experience and apply them. I can integrate… — Victoria Erickson Copy Share
“Sure. I'll make small talk. Chit chat. Discuss the ins and outs of a "typical" day. Pass the time lightly. Say tiny things. I'm… — Victoria Erickson Copy Share
“Give yourself a winter night, long candles, unfamiliar music, a typewriter, keyboard, an instrument, or canvas, to set fire to your mind. Surrender. Be… — Victoria Erickson Copy Share
“What if I told you that if you simply mix starlight, solitude, silence and softness, you may just learn everything you've ever needed to… — Victoria Erickson Copy Share
“I wanted to ask you about your vision of perfection in an imperfect world, or what side of the earth calls out to you… — Victoria Erickson Copy Share
