The Story of …In the Woods Begins… No. 2

Been in a shift since I was born. Feeling utter consciousness taking over. Vocal. Concise. Beyond present. I didn’t know this existed: I haven’t seen it before. Feeling grateful and up front.

hmm…#1 Know that you are not alone.

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.

Let’s return to our truest selves right before our eyes.

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

My cousin and his two friends stopped by the studio and watched a few scenes. Though I am not, some of my relatives are a part of organized religion.

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…

the name of the game is Connectivity. let’s surprise each other