location:ottawa, somerset & arthur
environment:healing , nurturing and nonviolent communication
A STORM ROLLS OUT OF MY EYES LIKE IT IS JANUARY 8TH 2008. DUSK IN LONDON BRINGS A SUPRISING SPRING-TYPE SHOWER MELTING ALL THE WINTER AWAY, GIVING THE GRASS A BURST OF GREEN SHADE. WHEN I WALK TO THE BUS STOP AND BACK I CAN SMELL THE GROWING, THE LEAF MOULD AND I HEAR IT APPROACH, WATCHING THE GUSTS FROM BEHIND MY CURTAIN.
I TRY TO GRASP. AT AN IDENTIFY OF CALIBRE IN MY CULTURE OF COMMERCE. AT AN ACCOMPLISHMENT MEASURED IN NOSTALGIA. AT THE BEGINING OF A SONG SO STRONG IN MY HEART I CANT RECOGNIZE IT IN SOCIAL CONTEXT.
AT THE MINUTE AND 9 SECONDS SHAVED OFFF THE ONLY MASTERCOPY, TO LEAVE ONLY THE MUDANE EXAMINATION OF LEAVES & BEANS.
AT A CLEAR HEAD. I AM STIR CRAZY, I CAN RECOGNIZE IT BY THE NUMBER OF SNACKS I NEED TO MAKE IT THRU THE NIGHT. BY THE CYCLE I REPEAT IN MY ELATIONS IN THE PHYSICAL SPHERE. I MAKE PILES AND LISTS AND WONDER MY MIND TO ASK, WHAT MORE CAN BE THERE TO CREATE. WITH ALL THE GREAT WORKS THAT HAVE BEEN A)CREATED B)CONSUMED & EXPERIENCED C) LAY IN TATTERS AT THE INVENTION AND PERVERSION AHEAD OF ME RE-READING AND PROOFING TO DELETE ALMOST ALL OWNERSHIP. SOLE PROPRIETER OF WORDS
Anger of mistake to walk of shame in the twilight when the haze comes out to play and the shadows are the longest. The added weight of time + distance = resposibilty. Equasions and agreements amash imaginary daydreams.
So strong&dominating sometimes there is space for nothing else, squeezing every inch of energy from all around. I barely hold a sheild, shaking and waving, signing the deed of the moment. a flash of perfectly spent time. then repeat
A fist of notes, i see the sketch on the top, a gesture; of my own feminine form, the backside.
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Crap bike trinty park, looner mooner. August 28, tuesday
2 days now i have been feeling a dull ache,tight pain under my ribs, beneath my larger breast. On my left side. I acknowledge and appreciate both the strange pain in its entire symptimization but at the same time feel tremendous pulse. A wealth of health. The symetry of fear, this minds great white death is balanced completey with the bliss of body being able to breathe. Aware of that feeling, its whole weight in my heart, inside my skin reaching outwards.
i dare print
Tonight i will sleep & awake with insight intact from my dream world.
`august 29 excerpt of a letter
Clear intention to be honest with myself. In the pressence of deciet, love becomes abuse- a control that stangles the reative spirit so vital. I am fluid, flexible to the changing winds of emotion and situation. I build things slowly with solitude and scope, allowing years to pass still solidifing my core sacred self. {Everyday i am granted} i will continue on this journey uncertain of the destination only trusting the process of power. i commend every courageous step and patiently pine the pauses. A wish to be&do by my own defined reasons. when time is time take it or leave it
I am infininte and am recieving with all genuine interest any place or thing. i prefer to live day by day allowing new adventures and opportunities to arrive and influence my direction. I value your feeling equal to my freedom; fiercely.
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