creativity

  • Watching David Lynch’s first film, Eraserhead, in a 1980s vintage West Los Angeles theatre was a paradigm shifter. For a twenty-something from the rural American South, a heightened sense of boundless creativity soaked into me in that threadbare movie house and changed my newly acquired urban trajectory. Lynch’s connection with the fecund space of infinity…

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  • Realm 1 coming soon

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  • Looking back on 2024, one of my dreams came true; it was a colossal one for me. I’d been incubating a dream that emerged when I was six years old. In my twenties it had come to fruition, then been overtaken by my soul’s desire to become a mother. Over this past summer the vision…

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  • just us

    the further along i get in my own story i realize i am less and less the author.

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  • Seen on my walk today… This reminds me, two nourishing books about the natural world that I read in October: The Elephant Whisper H is for Hawk Have a Wonderful Week. Love and Peas, Auguste

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  • When I left South America the gates to the world were opened to a post-pandemic United States. I stepped off the plane with the intention of rediscovering my country. People were still socially distanced, an after-shock we all went through as we continued to engage in six feet of space between us. Whereas when I…

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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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