Tagged: art

It’s on a need to know basis

Blata Cafe in Istanbul with woman reaching up to many colourful umbrellas lining up above with text on screen reading learn to be ok with people not knowing your side of the story and remember it's ok to live a life that people don't understand in fact I would highly encourage it
Photo of me at Balat Cafe in Fenner district of Istanbul, Turkey October 2021

A POEM

I spent a lot of my life trying to explain my actions

However everything magnetizes to me like I’m an attraction 

Everything’s always been quite extreme

Carrying, varying bags so full they burst at the seems

Once I’ve learned it I grow stagnant…. 

I want it all won’t settle for a fragment 

I’m such an extrovert 

I want to share every new thing I learn with every person I meet….

Yet I’m also such an introvert I need to retreat 

I’ve always had an appetite for life 

and I need to eat

My feet need to meet with the beat of the street 

You cannot learn to the level I seek by remaining still and accepting meek

allowing time to slip by…

second by second

week by week…

I went to write the caption to this post and the above pondering poem came out so I will just leave it right there. Followed with this flow of thought below…

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Speak of the Things you Seek

Palace of Versailles back garden area woman laying on stone fence infront of the lake and gardens area wearing an orange shirt with light blue short pants with dark hair in a bun looking out to the garden with text on image saying speak of the things you seek
Photo of me in the Palace of Versailles gardens in June 2019

There is much power in verbally expressing your hopes, dreams, desires and goals. 

When we are young we naturally talk about our hopes for our lives – I want to be a pilot…. I will be this…. I will do that is part of daily conversations but somewhere down the life path we seem to stop stating these dreams and fantasies. Maybe it’s because we feel that we need to ‘grow up’ and face the facts and live in the ‘real world’…. how many times have we heard these kinds of statements through out our lives?  And truthfully have you bought into that?

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Create the mess

Couple man and woman holding a slab with with pottery that they made with clay on their hands showing what they created with 3 bowls in a rustic pottery class room both smiling with the text backwards dress hot mess hell yes and I created none the less on the image
Leon and I in Merida, Mexico taking our first pottery class through Airbnb Experiences in June 2021

I woke up one morning in June with an inner knowing I had to take a pottery class. To fully embrace and to help me to understand the lessons of the Creator and the creation. This is something I’ve been researching for a book and program I’m putting together.

When you sit at the potters wheel you need to take great care.  You need to give much attention to detail. Just the right amount of water. Keep the wheel spinning at just the right pace. Taking care with the pressure as just the slightest move can make the pot unbalanced and have it tumble over. 

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Glossy

It’s been a while….

magazine, nails, woman, hand, fashion, poetry, thoughts,

Glossy

She learns how to become a cook

How to become a runner

Promises on how to become a better lover

All from just skimming the cover…

She falls for it

She tumbles

Stumbling on the shoestrings

Of her sneakers

That in reality,
just make her meeker

And….shall I even say

Bleaker?

Like a beacon

Of society that says

Here I am…

Look at me

I take notice

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Suppressed

water dance, woman, dancing, wet, dress, white dress, splash, confident

Suppressed

She drifted there

Buoyantly alone

The water gently caressing the known

Carrying her down the suppressed river

Recollections of her life made her shiver

She arose from her reverie,

Her backside wet from dismay

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Abandoned

The air was frigid

Pungent with must

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Lusty ruts

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Odors of mold

Dingy confessions

Abandoned and untold

From her bleeding lips

Her wobbly hips

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