In the past, the root of feeling bad was often attached to a feeling of resisting something I didn’t want to accept about myself because it was not up to par of what/who I believed I should be. In my most harrowing states I hid from myself. I suffered.

A rock with ..IN THE WOODS on it. Past the words on the poster, underneath the rock, is the ground where we stand. Together.

THIS IS THE VIEW FROM MY CHAIR We went to The Mill in the woods, mid-nowhere… to edit pieces together: PART ONE. What is ‘there’ this time around, I wondered. I was kind-of nervous. Then it was so easy. Listened. Danced in the kitchen. Sang along to great music. Ate fish. Drank wine. Watched diamonds…

your steps will be met by those of others…

thinking is good but being is better

Seduction wild sound could be dangerous.