and in the morningbefore her risingthe sun resteda slow lingerbeyond the greywhere down belowwaves crashed againsta naked shorein a silent worldwhere hope gentlyrustled awaketo embracea new seasonthe blooming springwhere nature roarsand the whispersof fearare swept away.🌿These words came to me yesterday morning while out for my morning walk. The world before 8am doesn’t feel any…
Category: the 30s project: creative recovery.
turning ambition into action. as i’ve learned from julia cameron, “art is part of the verb ‘to be’ … in being human we have the right to make art–to write.”;
hope grows.
the black rose represents hope and rebellion. its associated with death but its elegant black beauty can also mean rebirth and rejuvenation. in sobriety, it’s seen as a symbol of strength and resiliency; a beautiful bloom grown from darker days. it’s for these reasons and more that i chose the obscure, romanticized flower as a…
with you…under white linen sheets.
with you. under white linen sheets. is where i want to be in bed. no longer alone. where we lay awake full in love free of heartbreak. wrapped in sunlight where we can live out our dreams in each other’s arms while kissing beneath the stars and chasing moon beams. we’ll smile from the happiness…
long whiskey-fuelled nights.
i’m sure we’ve all had them. a night when a beer turns into a bender; a weekend doused in whiskey. followed by the monday morning booze blues. a pledge to your kidneys that “i won’t do that again [anytime soon then]”. the somber scroll through your text message history to discover the regretful truth you…
the refuge i find in you.
fatally fragile a melody of malaise illicit drugs and whiskey-fuelled days. â™ mortally manic a hysteria of fear tempered anger and the pain from that lost year. â™ brokenly beaten a shadow of regret bruised ego and a memory to forget. â™ staggering strength a hope to renew trusted soul and the refuge i find…
conversation #092314
pedalling along the quiet backstreets of town where childhood nostalgia rustles through the autumn air, there is a calming beauty i have never seen before. Â perhaps nature’s grace has poignantly hidden herself behind summer’s confusing spell. Â alas, the fading summer rays flicker out into the early night sky. Â solace rediscovered in the wake of a…
teaching street smarts through street art.
i’ve had the privilege to guest blog this week for two very dear friends of mine. based out of melbourne, australia, “fitz of design” (fitzofdesign.com) is everything creative and play from the wonderful land of oz. if you love pretty things you’ll love what linda and rowan lee have going on. reposting my piece about…
a self-portrait / an argument.
“i don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions.  i want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.”  (from the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde) july creative writing challenge day 18: a self-portrait. to read the picture of dorian gray is to lose yourself in perhaps the finest literary exploration…
a savant.
“our memories make us who we are. they are the seat of our values and source of our character … [memorizing is] about taking a stand against forgetfulness; and embracing primal capacities from which too many of us have become estranged … it’s about nurturing something profoundly and essentially human .” (joshua foer) july creative…
static confusion. 