Adventures with: Esbern Snare a brilliant group of musicians,
whom may just steal your heart right out of it’s cage.
Close your eyes and get lost in the beauty they create.
Sound:
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.
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.
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.
Smooth quiet days call to me.
When the sun is shy and the leaves tickle the ground in their quivering.
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.