Target Practice

March 28, 2016

march2106-easter-small-31 (1 of 1)march2106-easter-small-70 (1 of 1)march2106-easter-small-71 (1 of 1)march2106-easter-small-32 (1 of 1)“If you ever allow yourself to see it will be the death of you. And that is why love is so terrifying, for to love is to see and to see is to die. But it is the most delightful exhilarating experience in the whole world. For in the death of the ego is freedom, peace, serenity, joy.”
― Anthony de Mello

Summer Dreaming

January 7, 2016

december2015-guthrie-19 (1 of 1)“Sometimes its necessary to embrace the magic, to find out what’s real in life, and in one’s own heart.”
― Sarah Addison Allen

Ali and Christian

November 28, 2015

november2015-thanksgiving-29 (1 of 1)“The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us. Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love.”
― John Muir

Anuvittasana

November 15, 2015

november2015-yoga-bw (1 of 1)“Don’t you remember that love, like medicine, is only the art of encouraging nature?”
― Pierre Choderlos de Laclos

Entourage

November 1, 2015

october2015-halloween-27-small (1 of 1)“Eat me up, my love, or else I’m going to eat you up.

Fear of eating, fear of the edible, fear on the part of the one of them who feels loved, desired, who wants to be loved, desired, who desires to be desired, who knows there is no greater proof of love than the other’s appetite, who is dying to be eaten up, who says or doesn’t say, but who signifies: I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow. And yet manage it so as to keep me alive. But I often turn about or compromise, because I know that you won’t eat me up, in the end, and I urge you: bite me.

Sign my death with your teeth”
― Hélène Cixous

Halloween Night

November 1, 2015

october2015-halloween-20-small (1 of 1) october2015-halloween-05-small (1 of 1)october2015-halloween-17-small (1 of 1)october2015-halloween-23-small (1 of 1)october2015-halloween-08-small (1 of 1)october2015-halloween-21-small (1 of 1) october2015-halloween-22-small (1 of 1) october2015-halloween-24-small (1 of 1)october2015-halloween-16-small (1 of 1)october2015-halloween-14-small (1 of 1)“Everything she wanted to tell him, was unable to tell him, because she was afraid of hearing her own voice come out of her heart and be covered with blood, and then she poured all the blood into these syllables, and she offered it to him to drink like this : “You have it.”
― Hélène Cixous

Turquoise and Leather

October 9, 2015

october2015-leatherhags-20 (1 of 1)“By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two
together in their sleep will defeat the darkness”
― Pablo Neruda

Fringe and Braids

October 9, 2015

october2015-leatherhags-27 (1 of 1)october2015-leatherhags-26 (1 of 1)october2015-leatherhags-25 (1 of 1)“When the immense drugged universe explodes
In a cascade of unendurable colour
And leaves us gasping naked,
This is no more than the ectasy of chaos:
Hold fast, with both hands, to that royal love
Which alone, as we know certainly, restores
Fragmentation into true being.”
― Robert Graves

Follow

October 9, 2015

october2015-leatherhags-01 (1 of 1)“When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden…

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of
love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter,
and weep, but not all of your tears…

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.”
― Kahlil Gibran

LeatherHags

October 9, 2015

october2015-leatherhags-04 (1 of 1) october2015-leatherhags-05 (1 of 1) october2015-leatherhags-29 (1 of 1)“Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.”
― William Wordsworth