I love you, my hope
November. 24. 2011
Purple sunset on a crisp evening walk with a friend today- unaltered I swear!
Friends often question my exuberance, asking me what makes me a happy person and I struggle to articulate that happiness is a spontaneous state of being. The list of reasons I rattle off when questioned begins with having breath and consciousness, but inevitably ends with the love I find everywhere.
I remember walking to my student job beat after three all-nighters spent dissecting form and space, on an ordinary Louisiana afternoon beaming in the bliss of just being there, then; I remember wiggling my toes in green grass on a warm evening watching a murmuration or tearing up in waking meditation simply feeling “So much joy! So much love!” That is the ecstasy of being- what is joy but synchronicity with existence and its magnificent flood? Even when it’s bad, it’s good- it’s all good. Happiness is a state of mind, I choose to exist in joy through and through the shit. And the love I have for and get from my family and friends, helps me shine on- they are my hope.
This Thanksgiving I am evermore grateful for you beautiful people who keep my life whole. Forget the miles between us, I feel the sweetness in you.
I love you, my hope- Happy Thanksgiving!
Like this:
play me!
January. 6. 2011
My idea of growing old involves a helluva lotta piano-ing…
there’s this Anne Sexton poem that goes…”and the music swims back to me…” and I imagine whence I’m old, it will-
Walking around Oak Cliff the other day I found this beauty. Pianos around me don’t need begging to be played…
el diablo
September. 29. 2010
…from a crisp winter evening what feels like years ago, but wasn’t…
Shadows are beautiful things.
tryina mess mah imagination…
August. 18. 2010
Cat Power- she’ll twist it up in ways you can’t fathom…
it’s gray and gorgeous in Dallas
and though the rain isn’t here yet
I can smell it seep through my pores
evening falls
June. 16. 2010
What is joy if not perfect synchronicity with the universe and the energies in it?
Here I was, looking up in nola (one of my faaaavourite cities) on a jazz fest evening this May, with some of my faaaavourite people, doing one of my favourite things- art walking…
I found it today and it looks like this painting of mine morphed into dusk…as if I willed this imagined moment’s coming by feeling it in poetry, in paint; and then the most magical thing happened- the mood realized into the moment’s experience- it really came!
O Resonance!
How lucky for me that this universe exists at all, and further- exists as it does! Even luckier that all its magic coalesced into my being, and has me drowning in a sea of love-
The bigger picture- it may be hazy for now, but it is getting clearer
TIXE
March. 4. 2010
my camera (Rufus) and I can make magic happen to buildings…seriously, no photoshop here
fountainplace
March. 4. 2010
I was tempted to straighten the zebra crossing and make it level, but this picture is also about motion…I love love love this elevation of Fountainplace. Without a doubt, one of my favourite skyscrapers, anywhere.
I’d wanted to take these pictures for so long, I stood shivering waiting for the light…
Beyond
July. 22. 2009
