origins I
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To all of the women
all of your ways, your grace, your passion,
your tenacity, your companionship, your ideation, your leadership, your subtlety, your mind, your timelessness, your independence your sovereignty, your flaws,your desires, your shadows, your rituals, your spark, your integration, your truth, your softness, your instinct, your nature, your waters, your creations, your healing, your walk, your words, your sacredness, your intuition, your patience, your love, your compassion, your design, your vessel, your spirit, your anger, your wisdom, your songs, your visions, your potency, your frequency, your unique gifts and magic
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I see you I honor you
rise always in your beauty
we are here on earth, from the celestial realms
a fierce sense of knowing;
unwavering sacredness
we are divine and we are here again
to remember we plant the seeds
we tend the seeds
we are here to grow and shine
we share a fire
the space of unconditional love
tending to the garden of the human soul
all walks of life
in the seen and unseen ways of woman
origins II
Circa 2001.
One of the most memorable summers, I lived out of a suitcase in a magical place called Haiku, on the sacred island known as Maui with two of the most influential artists of my life - my aunt and her dearest friend Marko; a photographer and a painter (this was their wedding day on the jungle farm)I was 14 at the time.
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These two effortlessly defied what was ‘normal’ in society. They lived in the jungle on an island & spent their days and nights blending creative chaos, espresso, concepts and artist priorities; philosophy. They befriended shadows & built out conceptual art shows, commissioned their work in galleries, and in between supported their friends, masters of nylon & flamenco.After happy hours listening to their sets in Lahaina,we would take a moonlit drive with René (the backseat lifesize faceless doll made out of recycled materials) soundtracked by The Police or Gypsy Kings. I would silently talk to the moon and thank her for the magic gift of these days & nights.
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Daily life was outside the pledges of mediocrity I had grown up with. The contrast in exploration, a journey; play. It was pure presence. I spent hours in the water and surfed in the ocean. I camped in the sand. I loved the timeless detail of each moment.
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One night I dressed up in the studio (a huge converted barn in the middle of the jungle) as a tarot reader my aunt photographed me in the midst of make believe. My uncle spent timeless meticulous hours that rolled into days into weeks on his oil paintings. This experience sparked a divine feminine presence within out of contrast of superficial concrete slab suburbia of my home town. The magic really sank in: create the world you live in by how you move in the world.
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I was young, awkward, and impressionable… malleable and curious. I can’t be more grateful for what I experienced that summer. The summer of Haiku was a shift of the entire trajectory of what I believed life could be in one season. I understood by immersion what living life as a magnificent, ephemeral work of art felt like in my cells.
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origins III
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astrologically two face Gemini rising,
a Leo moon and a Pisces sun.
I think if not music, maybe it would be comedy…or film… or fashion. Every day is a chance to find out more and to shed layers of self perception / programming that hold us back from being who we truly are.
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I love discovery and feeling the spectrum of being human.I laugh so hard I cry.
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I desire for everyone including me to be sovereign, creative, and wildly themselves. Life is either breathing poetry, or a tragic comedy: you choose.
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My maternal grandmother was a unique bird. I remember her in fashion sketches left in my mothers desk and by her love for leopard print and flowy exotic fabrics, insanely tasteful gaudy jewelry, and unconventional approach to normal people living. She essentially left my grandfather, the farm and her daughters in their teens and twenties, to live in Maui and follow her spiritual calling and evolution and built a life there until the end of her days. My mother and aunts lost their mother to cancer. She left us the beautiful gift of pursuit of personal evolution and the wild woman archetype as a flagship of the feminine in our family.
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I was 11. We sailed out and spread her ashes behind the island of Molokini across from my favorite Makena beach. For many years, returning to the island, I would stay in the water alone for hours. I felt her spirit protecting me. I would float and dive and listen to the whales and somewhere between imagination and spirit I believed I was getting to know her, while the whales taught me to sing. We have this inherent subconscious now experiencing or accessing visceral memory, emotion and spaces. This is where origins of sound take shape and become my songs and characters. Accessing deeper moments of the souls yearning to interpret beauty of the human experience.