The Art of Moving
Going through boxes of things that have been kept buried beneath my parent’s house. How do I decide which books & belongings to keep tightly packed in boxes, to be relished at a later date, & which to take with me up the coast? Ladies & gentlemen, this is TOUGH.
Blockhead - Triptych Pt. I Today a friend...
Full Moon Friday
Mother made potato soup for dinner & I ate it with too much pepper, now I am sneezing down my sleeves. I drove home sloppy & sleepy, navigated through a foggy mountain highway with nothing & everything running circles ‘round my brain. There was jazz playing & I daydreamed of being in a place I’ve never known, with honest people who surround me & do not try to take...
This is going to get messy
It’s been days or weeks or maybe even months since I have been writing consistently. My mind feels full of thoughts & stories to tell, both circular and linear. Meaning some things I have to say lead somewhere & others, well, they’re just bed time stories I tell myself to drift peacefully into sleep. Everything is WILD right now, & I mean everything. Even all those small,...
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For all of my collections/interests/findings on the internet & other-where, I’m going back to posting on here. This site will remain for my personal photography/writings/etc. Oh yeah, it’s my Friday & it’s raining. Hooray!
Escape into the woods if you can. Find healing in nature’s roots, soil, and long-limbed trees. I’m telling you, it’s working for me.
A night consisting of
french clay, avocado, banana, kiwi, carrot, coconut oil, mango butter, rose petal, lavender oil, lime, rose, and hot water; all over your hair, legs, face and arms while you eat dark chocolate-covered banana chunks, drink wine and listen to Air’s Moon Safari. Well, I’d say that’s a good night.
The body of man is like a flicker of lightning existing only to return to...– Van Hahn c.1018
Once we have the knowledge of self as a people...