January Summer

I’d like to say there’s nothing like it, but I know that’s a leap of faith I’m not willing to make. I’ve felt the sun like this before, but something about this lifetime of a month has made a difference. How much can you grow in only weeks? Apparently leaps and bounds every morning if you are willing to take the time with yourself. I have never known a time to be both so relaxing and so productive at once. My yin and yang finally working together instead of tearing me to opposite coasts. How can you be both here and there at all times? I don’t know yet, but I’ll send it in the mail when I figure it out. My mornings have been devoured by Patti Smith. I wake up early to spend time enthralled in the pages of her memoir Just Kids. I haven’t felt this way about a book in a long time. I haven’t felt this way about a lot of things in a long time. I can feel change in the air and instead of apprehension that normally wells within me I feel only peace. I suffer from bouts of doubt as far as my work goes, but what artist doesn’t? Learning how to keep writing when the clouds roll in takes time, but I think I have the weather patterns figured out right now. Maybe it’s in the stars or maybe it’s in your eyes but it feels like all is as it should be. I am covered in work and all I can see are deadlines, but I have never been happier. Even in moments I am sure I will drown I find truth in the silence under those waters. The blue outside my windows every morning has me thinking I must be the luckiest girl alive. I have only seen blue like that one other place before, and I hold both dear to my heart. For the rest of this day I will cherish what this month has given me... clarity, creativity, and calm.  

 Photograph taken by Jenavieve in the middle of January on the side of PCH. 

Peace, Love, and Scotch.

In Three's.

I wrote you a poem because there were things I never got to say. Not entirely sure what they were, but they were there once. or twice. I know they were there because I remember the way they looked in my mind and on my lips driving down the 405.

I watched the water instead of you because I was never one for these types of conversations. I stumbled over my words, something I never do. I guess that’s a testament to my nature towards you.

I wrote the poem on a Tuesday at work on a napkin and carried it in my pocket until letters faded and the napkin turned to a soft cloth. It was one of the only things I have never copied down, as if the words deserved to be lost. Another testament to us.

They say things happen in threes. 

Even This.

Vows

I have taken a vow of silence. My voice has decided to take leave of my body. Candace said, "it's gods was of telling you to shut up." Maybe she is right. I have been ill for four days but not to this extent. I still went to work all week and I still got up every day to spend time outside. Only now do I feel wounded. The high grade fever and hallucinations in my sleep have faded and all I am left with is my silence. I tried last night to carry on as if all was well but I think that led to the strain I now suffer. Complete silence. Maybe I will grow wise, or learn to speak with my eyes.

work it

I have been hard at work these last few weeks for my good friends over at LOCALE magazine. I have to say the stories I am working on right now are some of my favorite. I love the way the magazine has me trying new things, meeting people, and going places I have never been. Every day is an adventure and I have been so blessed with the weather this month in southern California. I mean, is it really 75 degrees and sunny right now? I love it!! Jenavieve and I are churning out some quality work and we cannot wait to share it with you in the next issue. In the mean time, in case you haven't headed over to check them out online I think right now is a perfect time to do so! Click here and get lost for a few...
http://localemagazine.com/v1/

a thought on times

It was all based on a fact that had little or nothing to do with what he spoke of. I didn't mind and I didn't correct him. I just waited for the sun to come up and throw me into the next day with no regard to his theories or pleas to remain in the evening. The only thing I was sure about in those times was time, the way it moved, but mostly the way it disappeared.

LA LA Laura

Shots from my time in LA at the start of this month...

Laura in Venice..

my ride

story of my life.

let the sunshine in

Laura and Dick in Venice

hiking.

view

magical.

I think this is soooo funnny.

Laura look at you!

This picture is priceless. had it been the only one i had taken I would have been happy. This hangs on my wall in my bedroom.

I do realize that the verbal content of this post is at the skill level of a child. Please forgive me I am normally quite articulate, but I think I am getting sick and I just had a hot toddy. 

peace, love, and scotch.

a trusim

We say Love but we mean Need. - Sage