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...
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...
I have been very blessed to write with the insanely talented Rick Menace on a few occasions. As our next project, the two of us have been planning on mixing words and beats for a long time coming. When I say a long time, I'm talking months. It's funny. A lot of people tend to say, "We should do this..." or "How about we..." and never come through. Since I met Rick, I've recognized him as family. And although my head and earthly life get kicked...