Apr 14, 2014 | Global
We camped near the sea.
You could smell the salt as you awoke mingling with campfire.
Fog rolled in covering everything in mystery.
Our bodies ached from the earth beneath our bodies.
But yet I felt more alive than usual.
“Under the mossy tree’s that were sanctuary to Civil War Soldiers.
and in the swampy land that became their hell.
We will make:
Fire and Kisses.
Magic and Alters.
We will stare at the moon in whatever glory she shares and listen to her stories.
Many stories of our past and of our future.
We will sleep close to the earth, faces nestled into it’s sultry smell.
We will listen to the songs of the great mother pound throughout the night.
We will not go far in distance, but we will travel.
Travel deep into each other and ourselves.
Apr 12, 2014 | Global
Her name was spirit.
And she was all kinds of good.
Apr 11, 2014 | Global
This beauty has a way in front of my lens that just about no one else has occupied.
She is divine!
Let’s daydream together.
Lets visualize all that we really desire.
I mean REALLY desire.
Like the bonfires among boulders and woods,
drinking absinth and dancing to beats antique.
Like cherry blossoms in Japan and all the polaroids we would take.
Lets watch too much anime while eating soooo much popcorn.
Lets build farms and family’s.
-Lets sink into the fact that we know, that we know, that were pretty FUCKING awesome!
Lets really let our hearts grow REAL deep in our love for each other, our men and our fancy pants big girl lives.
Because:
“The eyes make it blossom; the heart matures it.” -Joseph Campbell
Lets SEE the world.
Lets SEE each other.
Lets SEE it all as it is DEVINE.
Apr 8, 2014 | Global
I am remembering:
Remembering what it felt like living amongst the notorious Himalayan mountains.
Everything felt like fire.
From the incense to the gongs.
Everything was sun.
Everything was rising.
I felt within me all of this.
I remember sitting on the roof tops drinking in the shadow of the glorious mountains as Foti made music on his hand crafted didjeridoo.
The full moon covering the sky in a brightness that made our skin silver.
The fire roared and then settled into a constant slow crackle.
We told stories of our travels: Both the inner and outer sort.
India was hard for me.
A clash of all things that make my heart squirm.
Yet it was a birth for me too.
A refining.
“Snake and moon both die to the old, shed their shadow to be reborn.”
-Joseph Campbell
In these mountains I became a new woman.
I discovered much of my life’s soul work there.
(Although I did not know it yet.)
Much of what I knew up until this point was about to be shed, questioned, forsaken.
I would launch on a new quest that both excited me and scared me.
I am remembering this time in such a hallowed way.
It was a time of overcoming all that had overcome me.
The sweet taste of this place lingers in my mouth.
I want it again.
I long for the movement that happened there.
Small movements that gave way to the BIG cracking open of my soul.
