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sunday morning
out of all the nails, the most exasperating to grow is the thumb. if you’re a nail grower by aspiring trade, you understand well that nails seem pitifully short until some indiscriminate length that they seem acceptably long. you also probably understand, then, that the more you don’t think about it–the less you think about…
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things i miss
i miss writing. this is my attempt to squeeze myself back into the regular space of words, even though there have been words that accompany my daily paintings, which appear to be out of order below, though life here feels like it’s in fine order: i wake up early, go to yoga, have free time…
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jungle rain
there’s something so magical about the rush of jungle rain. even in its torrent, it soothes the soul, and in its loudness, it quiets the mind. it has a melody all its own and an unpredictable cadence that forces me to fully surrender to its existence – there is no other way for us to…
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Some Days
I wanted to post some things now so that the next post won’t be overwhelmed with pictures! More to come.
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slowing down, again
i’m reflecting on how different i am here, or maybe how different here is, which in turn affects how i am. the rawness and untouched nature of the jungle landscape inspires me to be the same, without ever forcing me to adapt to its pace. here, if my feet collect specks of dirt from walking…
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silence = noise
there is no such thing as silence in the jungle. there’s not an inch for it to live upon, no air for it to breathe life back into itself.all of nature’s sound converges to relegate even the remote possibility of deafening silence to far beneath the ocean, only steps away. it’s been over two years…
Non-Tica Chica 