Clara has sought many places to go deeper. More than crystal streams and woven baskets. Wherever she looks lately, she finds an extra thread. Like everything else, her memory does not seem to be what it once was. What do you see? People have different theories about what happens when you die. Lyla was brave enough to test them in a new way. "Cover my eyes. I'll hold my breath." The attraction of seeking how close you can get. The compulsion to...
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...
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. Sounds of nature supported the low Bach hum vibrating her chest from the inside out. A distant waterfall. A...
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...
Last night I attended a French gala at the residence of the wildly talented and most stunning Jessica Tremp. Baguettes were saturated in steaming fondue and various triple cream delights; caviar was licked from fingers; twirling occurred to various French tracks within dim candlelight in between courses. Everyone in attendance was suited up or in a ball gown. We ogled at each other's stilettos and twisted hairdos into shoulder exposed French...