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serialized. two of seven.

She arrives at a cottage surrounded by pine trees that smells like chimney smoke. She does not consider intention’s involvement with this destination. A dusty window reveals a near empty room. There is a stool, a bench, a basket and a bookshelf.

Initially she does not enter.

Clara strolls the perimeter of the small stone structure. There is a rocking chair on the front porch beside a potted plant and bouquet of orange chrysanthemums. She reaches for the flora with a yearning to touch life.

The texture of green stems and soft petals pressed closely to her chest is the best secret she can imagine. This seems to reveal everything.

Clara knows a lot of secrets. Not the sort to share.

The type to keep.

Her squinting focus swears the chair’s rockers roll before her eyes. She assumes if he was there, he would hold her and sway in a similar motion. Swing just slightly enough to offer the breeze a chance to bite the hem of her dress and remind her of being alive.

She enters the cottage through a red doorway.

Clara is balancing on a stained wooden bench looking upward through holes in the roof. The sky is changing. Sheets of charcoal with edges of indigo ribbons. Bursts of violet. Tangerine longing. Continue reading

serialized. one of seven.

They say the answer comes naturally if you ask when you sleep. Not before. Not after.

During.

She regains focus with a name on her lips. Wrapped in lace. It is something uncommon. Something she wants to speak without knowing to who.

No conception.

The viridescent realm of her barefoot travel was scented with young flowers and fresh rain. Continue reading

a week with jessica tremp

Jessica Tremp is amongst the finest soon-to-be-discovered artistic talent in all of the land: from New York City to Melbourne. Amongst her array of breathless creative expression is her photography. She also makes a mind-blowing fondue and her shimmying skills sway circles around any other.

This week of posts is a dedication to Jessica’s magnificent work and the ways it makes our world better. Starting tomorrow, every day will feature a different one of her photographs accompanied my humble words. Continue reading

benefits of worn down. italy. portugal.

I’ve officially managed to make myself sick. After sleeping through approximately seventeen hours of yesterday, my mind greeted my alarm clock this morning with a firm, “NO!”

I am fortunate to have outstanding physical health. This is the first time I’ve been unwell since I can remember. During my rare instances of sick, I don’t view it as a physical imbalance. I do it to myself when my head isn’t right. And for what it’s worth, I usually appreciate the reminder to redirect my thoughts.

I’m a firm believe that minds are the most wonderful and dangerous feature a creature possesses.

So here I am with a fever and scratchy throat that I will tend to today with warm honey-sweetened herbal tea and a collection of naps. In between, I’m going to have an honest look at the projects I have on. I have some amazing things happening that I have been somewhat ignoring as I dwell in solitude and write letters to life like: Continue reading

French night. deadly feature.

Last night I attended a French gala at the residence of the wildly talented and most stunning Jessica Tremp. Continue reading

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