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A rush of blood to the head- physical being.

A few weeks ago, I was in an old house in Athens. The old house has sharp cupboard corners. I stood up quickly after stooping to pick up a stray dart. Splitting pain. Sit on floor. Head in hands. Warm blood drips down face. Stand up. Watch it drip.

I yelled for Peter who was upstairs, to doctor my head- to do anything, really. I didn't want to bleed all over the floor. I didn't want to bleed alone in the kitchen. But before I yelled, I had a moment... When the pain was more of a rush than a reality... My body felt warm and separated into physical body and the energy surrounding it. I watched my blood drip onto the white tile floor for a few moments.. I've never been bothered by seeing blood, but have never seen a lot of my own blood. I watched. I stared. I saw. The sensation of physical being overwhelmed. I realized that I let my mind disconnect from my body so often. I'm usually in a state of wandering-daydreaming-self-proclaimed-reality. I forget about my physical being. I forget how fragile the physical being is: its absolute essentiality.

Rush of pain. I feel. I shout.

December Song.

"A whisper into winter air
to make my December song
And hands that shake
And flushed pale skin
As sleepless cities moan

Warm breath caught in winter air
to make a December song
And dreamers dream of snow,
And you, you dream of home
As tired cities groan.."

Atlanta

Some pictures from the Atlanta Photojournalism seminar- friends and wanderings.

Les Ballons Rouges

sidewalk flight.

Libera me

http://inmotion.magnumphotos.com/essays/liberame.aspx <--- dark. interesting. check it.

picture from an empty farm down the road.

Home 2.

Matthew Lee Calvey. My cosmic soul mate.

Rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey, momma rock me
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a southbound train
Hey, momma rock me -Old Crow Medicine Show

My stay at home so far has consisted of folk music, playing guitar, spending time with my parents and best friend, so much homemade food it doesn't seem possible, and Nelson Mandela's "A Long Walk to Freedom." My heart is so content.

Home.

It's nice to be home for a few days... I went on a walk with my mom.. she likes stealing wild grapevines and creeping around old barns. haha.

This quarter has been really draining... I feel like I'm recharging now. Driving home gave me such a sweet sense of release... ahhh, to let go.

Pretty things.

Tripsichore Yoga Theatre.

I shot the Tripsichore Yoga Theatre's performance in Athens, Ohio a few weeks ago- they're such a beautiful group. Seeing a group of people who are so in touch with their spirituality and so in control of their mind and body was absolutely inspiring... and the performance was breathtaking. If anyone ever gets a chance to see them perform, I recommend it.

Life is a Circus.

and we're hiding in the shadows that glow.

Oh, New York.

I took a road trip with a few lovely girlfriends to New York City a couple of weekends ago. I wandered around for a few hours, talking to the random people I met- The lady in purple was BY FAR my favorite. She was raised in Germany and now lives in Spain- she and her friend (in the background) travel to nyc once a year and boogy down. She was the purplest thing I've ever seen.... Purple hair, coat, clothes, shoes, mascara.. everything. She was fantastic.

Sigh... what a nice weekend. Beautiful weather, beautiful drive with beautiful music and beautiful friends. My heart was so content, it could barely take it.