intertwining posts
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flip in perspective
the dream that must be interpreted
+ more from the archival film photos…
the ones that didn’t make it to instagram. + a funny text reminiscing on younger art making times… those were good days! ✨🌸also, speaking of IG + online things. i love the aspect of swift connection + community. but i do have a yearning that’s becoming more intense… to bring my work down into the material realm. i desire to make a book of poems + photographs. tangible. matter. beautifully ephemeral. i know it will happen in its time. but if anyone has tips on how to get started with birthing this, do reach out. i have no idea what ...
a few more from the latest session.
much more to come! 108 final edits from this shoot ✨🌙. magic. love you, thank you…
the body as art
a preview from a new series that i’m working on, which i’m so excited about. much more coming here soon. i haven’t felt this inspired by photos in a while — spent all night editing 🤍🖤…
KALA
mother Time i know nothingof your rhythms *in love i lose this mindone year passed away in bliss*and in grief you slither heavy, black predatory king cobra waiting. . .*the longestmidnight *mother grief are you the lover? *no past no future swallow me whole*in the center of your androgynous womb That dim point of light which i think is the dying starbut you command me, taking control“stay. do not look away.”*the rising sun! ***spoken word: https://youtu.be/o1PTLlfW-ZM?si=Uj3vYwlu7c-rKMG7
moon diary, glitter, and hot wax
talks about death. worry, and fearlessness. recklessly following the Heart’s intuition. “where would you be right now if you could be anywhere?“ here - here - here. it’s not romantic, it just is. i chose this. i choose this. the Heart. energy speaks. orgasmic expansion massaging internal organs, unknotting unconscious muscle tension. the orgasm—making the unconscious conscious. i let the waves touch every part inside. i allow it all. tears begin streaming down my face. release. “you taste sweet, like nectar.” so does alignment. so...
solstice musings…
what does it mean to truly ‘let go’? can it be defined? will it remain a mystery? it is not what i thought. things usually aren’t… i do know that the times i’ve ‘tried’ to let go, that was not it. there was much rationalizing + storytelling then. now, there is silence, stillness. vast womb. vast womb. a return. a remembering. most definitely—a falling away. when the Time comes, all that isn’t Truth will fall away. this cannot be rushed. we cannot push or force it. when it is time, it is time. wait at the edge. focus on the exh...
a few poems from these days
nothingis goodor bad it simply isand then you make a choice*for the time being we diverge there is much workto be done*that audacious infinitysubtle transmutation let it move you let it beliberated *God speaks through the body listen listen listen
& on transformation… (poem + further writings)
& on the transformationfrom Shadow to Wolfhow it is bothdeafeningly quiet, &loud, like breaking bones*: restrictions and limitations are strangely freeing! i’ve returned to this old camera which i haven’t used in a while, and perhaps one would think that i’d long for the higher tech / newer camera that i was using for a while, but no. that one definitely has its strengths, but i love the character of this one. it’s like coming home to an old friend. i’m also missing a remote to trigger the self-timer, but that is freeing as well. more...
self, skin, reflection on emptiness
when the heart weeps for what it has lost the spirit laughs for what it has found
that was then, this is now
now She opens slowly like a lotus flower (slowly)the animal comes out of hiding
behind the scenes in pennsylvania..
these are iphone captures ✨ *the space *moon blood + broken butterfly *mer + her daughter *rainbow sunlight *fire in different formsexcited to share more from this beautiful session…
december, ‘i am’
present in each moment i become the consumed
a (heart) beating; a returning to the tomb
“would anyone like a beating?” he asks softly, holding a drenched heavy bundle of herbs. there are many people in the sweat lodge, but our eyes meet and i nod slowly. he gestures for me to lay face down on the topmost bench. i obey, shutting my eyes, unsure of what to expect. it is so dark. everyone’s breath is very subtle. i feel him begin softly caressing me, first with limbs and then with branches. i breathe steadily, rhythmically. then begins the hitting, like a metronome, like a drum. it is sublime. the pain is music. when he finishe...
have You
have you ever cried so much you thought you might actually die? and then the next moment it has passed and life moves forward. wow… maybe we are students in learning how to hold it all, while simultaneously letting go. the letting go of form. wow. the body feels so good in this decision, so open, and i know it is what needs to be. how to hold immense bottomless grief simultaneously with the relief? how? how? it’s crazy balancing the moments of pleasure and pain. i can’t help thinking in the moments of immense pleasure “what goes up must...
starlit tapestry
emotion fills the void like the words on this page dreams of hands searching for eachother intuitive touch at the center of the forehead crimson tapestry of wet leaves olive hued carpet of cool moss That shimmering awareness playfully hides behind it All… the earth knows and still She weeps filling the void with Her unbearable beauty we are going to die! She sings to Her children —and those with the Knowingprostrate deeply again + again softly murmuring: thank you Ma, thank you Ma, thank you Ma…
self portraits in the midst of grief
here… i took this photo yesterday, and hated it. it is good to make art that i hate and still share it. also, some perspectives from a figure drawing class i modeled for last night… learning to hold space for all the emotions to move through without trying to fix or change anything. it is all ok. not labeling the darker feelings as “bad” or the lighter feelings as “good”. it all just is… ♾️
sometimes
sometimes compassion is a meadow sometimes it is a knife
now, the body opens
now, Shakti flys now, i live in your chest watch me goyou will dance again …ecstatically luminous and remember Me ***a poem about life-force, expansion, God, grief, Yoga…….. and some more outtakes from my session with the beautifully fierce tess. sometimes my poetry seems overly simplistic (to me) and maybe because each one feels like a thread in a larger body of work (which i will publish one day). despite the revelatory essence the the words may convey, it is true that sometimes things just hurt. and that is that. there is no bypassing ...
withdrawal of the senses
from a new series i’m working on, of the beautiful tess raine. in Yoga, withdrawal of the senses is called prayahara. Pratyahara practices lead to a profound state of relaxation, expanded self-awareness, and inner stability. they help us master both the body and the mind. it takes skill to step back and disengage from the forward momentum of life long enough to look deep inside, relax, and truly replenish.*** may all beings be established in That inner stillness. ***
gratitude, discernment
total exhale. total surrender. total giving Up. giving away. [come to the very edgeand focus on the breaththere you will find the opening]
kama sutra body painting
imagery from the kama sutra painted on my body by the incredible danny setiawan. such a great experience of mindfulness during the brush strokes, and increasing capacity for bliss.
