In a Victorian tea shop in the middle of San Francisco near my thirty-first birthday, I fell in love with Russian tea. And by fell in love, I mean a door opened that was curious—deep and unexpected.
Respite
I think artists have a special kiss from God: There’s a baby flashing through the sky, down to earth. Here—God throws him a kiss—and it’s a curse on his life forever. A blissful curse. Because he always wants to kiss God back. That’s what talent is and the feeling of creativity: To want to kiss the world back. And when you do your own work you are giving back to God the original blessing. But if you can’t do it, you hold it inside like a terrible curse which eats away at you forever.
—Mendocino Malady, Bobby Markels
Into the Redwood Realm
the forest has my heart
(I keep it in my heart)
Dream Bleed
Fell asleep and had a dream about freeing a tiger while I wore a coat made of stars. Woke up with my tiger next to my head.
Upon what lands shall my wandering feet venture? Hobbes is helping me decide...
The Art of the Bath
What can set us right again is candlelight and soaking in warm water.