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Age: Full Circle Here’s an aspect of my life that I am enjoying ouroborically. I’ve returned to media as a participant on the lens side of the camera again all these years later. This weekend we shot in Malibu. The ocean smelled of new plankton and fish eggs…maybe I imagined that last detail. Coming Soon…an
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On Catching the Ephemeral with the “I”. As a writer I constantly get prompts from the exterior world that it might be worth my while to take my creative output seriously. I should keep notes, I hear from my muse. If I go for a walk, say, along the base of a mountain like last
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I would do it again but I’m glad I have already been through it. Last week was professionally challenging in a very particular way. I had to learn to be deeply empathic yet very self focused at the same time which required building more strength in that neural bridge we all have, women more than
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After working a very disorienting day gig, I drove away ans ended up in the Marina. I followed my instincts. I needed to be near water. Little did I know, in addition to the water beyond the dock, the sky would oblige my need for fluidity. So, I sat with my turkey and kale having
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Overview: A Call to the Mystery & Creative Power Within Your Libidinal Realm “I think art is sublimated libido. You can’t be a eunuch priest and you can’t be a eunuch artist.” – Anthony Burgess First For your Orientation to this work. I’ve been working on it for seven years of a dissertation. These are
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“The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless.” – Jean Jacques Rousseau In my twenties I had no idea that my decisions no matter how big or small were actually deciding the trajectory of my life. The metaphor of the pilot making tiny adjustments to the plane’s path comes to
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the only thing that has remained constant in my life is my relationship with my body. we are very in touch with one another. my hands reach for what i want. my feet follow the beat of my deepest yearnings. i am many times out of sync with the world. my once white hightops are
Auguste Hill 