actually, Kingsburg— the little “swedish” town i grew up in— to be exact. i know i sound freaking crazy… maui vs. fresno. HA. beaches and sunshine and aloha vs. the so-called armpit of California, where summer is hot, dusty, and consciously about 5 years behind the rest of the state... so let me elaborate, of course. i’ve spent the last 5 months floating around… walking on beaches, swimming in the ocean, sleeping in the jungle. being alone in the jungle has afforded me qui

the humid air is hard to breath my lungs are heavy lightheaded i float into the spaces between where does the dream really begin and end?? awakening it just continues…. here, i feel and see and sense more like a deer in the woods there is no gravity to weigh me down the different layers of myself work together processing healing relinquishing letting go of the stories i’ve told myself the stories i’ve created to create me… the layer i see when i look in the mirror or hear my

i had the flu on friday like, death, can’t move, everything hurts, i wanna throw up and pass out kind of gnarly freaking flu being sick on vacation, away from the comfort of your own couch and safety net of close friends and family to nurse you freaking sucks no one to get up and grab the water and nyquil… to change the TV channel or make you chicken soup *sigh* thankfully, however i made it through. i didn’t pass out and die like i thought i might... after popping 6 advil an

i remember a year ago or so from today sitting on the floor in my cold midtown studio crammed full of all my artwork, music supplies