Healing.

Getting stronger. Road trip to Portland. Amazing pole dancing competition. A female sword  swallower. A glorious club dancer. A weekend without grief, without migraines.  Creativity, laughter and celebration shared. Began knife throwing-brand new blades…

Shooting photos & videos for friends. Wrapping up old photo projects.  Room for new ones-diving in! Perhaps even close to art modeling once again. Keeping mood elevated with healthy diet, pole dancing…

Still injured as f*ck. Yearning for freedom from chronic pain. Not confined to a couch, but still reeling from past 2 years…so grateful for this form of dance- challenging my physical limits and moving me through, with, around my bodies capacity…allowing me to express joy. Pole strengthens. literally gives me something to hang on and look forward too.

Some people get religion.

I got chrome.

Canvas by Imogen Heap

“Slow heart dark wait down love black canvas
Revolve within, you understand
Fragile earth where cracks in the temperature
Keep it cool to give, you understand
Cause I just can’t find the strength to pull you up and keep you taut
No I just can’t find the strength to hold you up and keep you taut
Hijacked lost track light fades another day left
Long shadows lure you in
The more you look the less you see
close your eyes and start to breathe
suit yourself, this wasn’t easy”