Self portrait with car #233, 2010. Talent Oregon I am fascinated with abandoned things. As a child I keep bags of junk mail rescued from the trash bin. As a young woman, I stash boxes of pottery chips and bits of broken antique glass collected during my very first trip to the Mohave desert. They … Continue reading
I was reluctant at first, But I learned it was easier to let him burrow under the covers. As winter set in, I found that he made an excellent foot warmer! I don’t mind sharing my bed at all now, or occasionally even my pillow with him. Its become something of a nightly ritual. Some … Continue reading
This weekend I am celebrating. Not with a party. Drugs. Or booze. I simply decided to begin each day (for the rest of my life) by dancing. I don’t mean the formal kind, with rules, steps & instructions. I mean the kind where no matter how shitty you feel, you throw on some utterly uplifting/hip … Continue reading
The only thing allowed on today’s blog post… Dancing. Please join me! Chaka Khan (Ain’t Nobody) rare 80′s performance http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PwTvDSpeBAY
“How many hugs does it take to change a light-bulb?” Mind blowing conversation this evening with a good friend. He and I have known each other just under 20 years. Give or take few lifetimes. He reminds me of something very profound. We live in an imperfect system. All the lines are not integrated. Space … Continue reading
Regress: n. the act of reasoning backward from an effect to a cause. I am grateful every day simply because I can now wake up and get the fuck out of my own bed. Doesn’t everyone realize how awesome this is?????? Everything that happens after that act that is pink with happy sprinkles icing on … Continue reading
Photography is an enigma. An image is captured on film in a fraction of a second…. …. but it took an entire lifetime to get to that moment. Don’t ever stop reaching for the place your heart tells you to go xxx
Between what we think we see. What we believe is real. There is a veil. Separating us from ourselves-Lisa Byrne
I’m just moving through this place. Learning as much as I can. Opening the gates wide. Trying to remain unafraid-even when I am. Practicing the practicing of finding my center. Throwing the baby out with the bathwater. Balancing on the head of a pin. Being still. With everything. Daring to ask for more. -Lisa Byrne … Continue reading
I love lipstick and high heels. I love Victoria’s secret push up bras. And Stockings. Garters. Vintage dresses. Styling my hair. Boy shorts. Sexy undies. Pigtails. Having cleavage. Being soft and warm. Cooking. Crying. Putting my thighs around my lover. Having secret, pink, hidden places. Climaxing. Bringing life-or not-into the world. Sometimes I love it … Continue reading