Tunnels, Trainsmoke and Treehouses – Jeff Andrew’s release party

IMG_0037First I napped in search of my fading voice. Followed my breath through dreams hoping my lost falsetto would be found. Instead it stayed gobbled up by a cough but I went to The Railway Club well rested. I was quoted by a friend for musing loudly on mic that
“I feel like you will all find my flaws to be charming; you must all be artists.”
Ms. Jhayne deemed it the quote of the night and so I trust that it made my raspy, cough eaten voice more charming, somehow.

IMG_0042Jeff Andrew released his new EP!

IMG_0048And then High Society delivered on sass and dance floor absurdity!

IMG_0056 It was a good way to spend a Wednesday night. Truly.

Lifting Space

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When she instructs me to lift my ribs & feel the expansiveness of the inner body I can’t help but imagine the ocean mingling w/ the universe. I can’t help but see orcas in starlight, each rib and vertebrae a constellation. Each breath poised for the realization of our interconnectedness and the nuance of the space between.

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deep sigh and levity, this heart booms

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An Age of Grace

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She moves at once with the fog. Rolling in off the ocean, her white hair like the wake of her hearts tides, swirling before her breath. I see her between concrete and green grass. Always graceful. Always warming to the touch of our eyes; and I can only hope my own tides turn so truly while the planets spin.

Describe the Weight

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The bus is not your living room. There are strangers here who want to be submerged in their own dramas. Yours are loud and one sided. Poorly edited with too much of a slant. Yet I hear it, your voice holds the pain that your heart wants not to hide. No amount of dirty talking on your satellite device surrounded by strangers can hide that. Try telling her how you feel. Describe the expansion of your nerves. Describe the pumping of your blood. Describe the creases in your heart. Describe the weight that’s falling from your tongue.

Falling Favourites

My favorite season has begun and it is not disappointing in any capacity. The brisk sunny days, the invitations to entertain the muse over tea, the shedding of dying attachment, the confetti and tears of natures celebratory heart, the sweet scheme of color that warms even in the cold, the apples, the pumpkins, the cozy woolen wears!

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Seasonal shift…

Today I felt the first cool breath of autumn on a breeze over my bare shoulders. It sent my heart a flutter and I knew it then for certain; I love you, Summer, but it’s your dark and moody sister, Autumn, that truly has my heart.

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