Moleskine Pages - In The Lonely Place

I was a ghost patiently waiting in the lonely place where souls mill around before they are born. He tried his best to keep me there...nowhere...

Moleskine Pages- Cowbys and Bored Girls

The stories played out behind closed doors. She waited....

I am currently in a manic phase constantly dealing with a surfeit of mental pictures. Some of the work is coming out far too crowded and chaotic. I need to exercise more discipline and thin it down somewhat. But while the tap is running is is so hard to fight the force. I know that inevitably there will be a slow down, I so hate that. when that happens I become hyper critical of my work and struggle with the urge to tear everything up. The cycle does eventually go full circle and I'm back at the beginning. I still haven't worked out strategies for mitigating the worst of the merry go round.

Moleskine Pages - Birth

She birthed us, then she hung us out to dry. Living upside down caused long term confusion and a yearning for stillness. She was so proud.

Moleskine Pages - A Faraway Orbit

" Her heart; never overly large or kind, collapsed in on it's self knowing that the flesh of her flesh had slipped it's chains. The light of her life, her beautiful satellite has struck out for a faraway orbit."

Moleskine Pages - I Was Once Brand New

' I grew attached to my tree, and my ropes became a comfort. The longer I stood still the calmer I became. I feast on my doubts and will myself to bloom without water. I was once brand new.'

Moleskine pages - Smoke Got In Her Eyes

There are certain things we cling onto just to remain, or feel we are still human. And in the midst of the almost unendurable we put one foot ahead of the other and carry on. Not because we are brave or heroic, but because we are hard wired to do so. Nature has decreed that we must continue, and so we do!

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When I was small, I believed that really tall trees touched heaven, Jack and The Beanstalk obviously planted this fertile seed. I was convinced that rustling leaves was whispers and prayers being conveyed to God, I even wrote a letter to God and stuck it as high up in the branches as I could. Sadly he never replied.