Jun 27, 2013 | Global
Inspired by my brief time Living and Breathing in Asia.
Nepal and India became a sort of home to me.
A harsh home of sorts.
A place where I swam in my thoughts, discovering a lot about who I was not.
A place of rich and varying color and sounds.
I found whom I loved most in these countries, even if he wasn’t who I thought he was.
I discovered my voice as an artist in the pages of my journals.
I discovered I am above all, most at home on the move being submersed in new cultures.
I was not always present in those months.
But it has taught me how such a vibrant intense place can become ordinary.
So this ordinary home of mine I can make into magic.
Jun 27, 2013 | Global
The sky soaks the earth in warm drops.
Like wisdom saturating soil.
My mind unravels so far that it rests in the unknowing.
In his arms.
I take a deep breath and follow the staggering lines of how far iv’e come.
How strong iv’e become.
Knowing stops one from living.
I don’t want to know.
I want to embrace this confusion.
I am certain of my strength these days…
We found a set of abandoned sheds and house.
Records,
Life magazines,
and a magic window.
Like a portal into a fairy land trimmed in lace.
We roamed the lush overgrowth and gathered trinkets.
Jun 27, 2013 | Global
Glow… Burst into a million shades of sun.
Fall into the shadows I create.
Wavering as the sea.
-Mundane Point Park and the sinking sun.
Jun 13, 2013 | Global
Smooth quiet days call to me.
When the sun is shy and the leaves tickle the ground in their quivering.
Jun 8, 2013 | Global
The other night nearly my entire family went to Shore Drive with a basket full of wine.
-Grandma’s idea!
I played Louie Armstrong and we wacthed the sinking sun dance across the ocean while sipping on our varies glasses of wine.
It was a brilliant night full of soft wonderful moments.
Everything smelt of honey suckle.
Everything was just as it should be.
