Pancake Party in Ghent…

The morning was filled with the varying aroma of coffees and syrups.

1: Incredible kitchen floor that I covet.

2: Ian’s voice. Sing to us all day EVERY day!

3: French presses

4: Incredible talks! Hats off fella’s! 

This Mr. has mad skills.

He is the first person to convince me of the glory Iphone photography has.

Color me impressed.

He rocks our socks off in Over the Ocean with his impeccable guitar form.

and is just all around totally rad!

Check him out. I mean you already did, but check his music out too!

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.