Life loves a threeway.
ONE wants to rest while another wants to move and the third is already halfway up the wall with a paintbrush.
A space where we meet the conditions that allow creativity to emerge…coming soon
A sigh ripples through the skin as goosebumps rise, landing on a pillowing plume of peonies.
We meet in the in-between.
A mirror in the juicy void where the body squirms.
Old stories jolt you backwards to a place once known.
THERE IS NO WAY BACK.
The shoes don’t fit.
The chest constricts.
Discomfort becomes a doorway into messy discombobulation.
There are no edges here.
Meeting ourselves, over and over, deeper and deeper, until the playbook sparkles and the rules become our own.