We are the joy-filled and the weary.
The long-sufferers and the steadfast.
The hopefuls and the freedom-fighters.
Our stories are similar and yet so vastly different.
But we have this in common:
We are not alone, even if we sometimes feel like we are.
We are surrounded by love, even when it’s foggy out.
We are worthy of healing, even if we haven’t seen it yet.
We believe that healing is found in community.
And that by standing together,
we can feel empowered to move forward.
We believe in each other and for each other.
And we hold each other up.
We belong to each other,
and together we are brave and resilient.
“So there’s this girl, and her name’s Erika, and she makes things. Lots of things. Shiny things and delicate things and intricately simple things. These things she makes with her hands, which reach from her heart, that sits in her soul, where idea meets passion, and beauty is born.”
—Cara Olsen, @rosaliegwenpaperie
hi, i’m erika!