Creative Rehab

DAY 105

“The Edge… There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who  really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. The others—-the living—-are those who pushed their luck as far as they felt they could handle it, and then pulled back, or slowed down, or did whatever they had to when it came time to choose between Now and Later.” ~ Hunter S. Thompson

DAY 104

If Life had a say:

Pick a boat. Get on it. Turn on the engine. Go HOME.  

DAY 103

Carrots are the best eye food.
They say curiosity is orange too. 
And every heartbeat is a rabbit.
And everybody must be chewed.  

DAY 102

Don’t move. It’s passing through you. 

DAY 101

“As I explore the wilderness of my own body, I see that I am made of blood and bones, sunlight and water, pesticide residues and redwood humus, the fears and dreams of generations of ancestors, particles of exploded stars.” ~ Anne Cushman

DAY 100

You don’t need to be a sailor to understand sea-language. You just imitate the movement of the waves and you’ll be home before you get what ‘home’ is.

DAY 99

Raw, unfiltered, overexposed moon.  

DAY 98

Bird Science: they believe they can fly. 

DAY 97

The Beet is the heart of vegetables. Its only real job is to pump blood. It serves both, humans and vampires. Sometimes the only difference between the two is the way they lick their lips. 

DAY 96

The pleasure of painting the night sky with your camera and telling all your secrets under a non-apologetic blanket of light.  

DAY 95

Even the clouds were vintage in the 60s. The birds had feathered messy hair. And if you’d happened to live by the sea, you would have understood the difference between your peace and ecstasy. 

DAY 94

“I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don’t know if I am a falcon, or a storm, or a great song.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

DAY 93

BLACKBERRY LOVE JAM 

Side effects: Unprecedented action.

Motto: Nada es siguro <>Tutto es posible. 

DAY 92

Your thoughts grow on you like dark-skinned olives. 

They can’t be brushed off with your hands. 

And even if you did, they’d be inedible unless you marinated them

in a strong tincture of truth, hope and salt.

And yet,

You never asked to be an olive tree. 

DAY 91

Tips for elegance from a cat: Whatever you do, make it seem important.