a voice like no other.
an echo to listen for in the quiet of starry nights.
rest.
the return to fluidity
i am taking natures cues
with last weeks deep freeze
i let my heart grow cold and hunkered down beneath a mountain of wool and rubbed my feet back and forth as if I was trying to start a fire
i stayed in, hiding under the weather
watching it from the warmer side of drafty panes of glass
and waited to thaw.
this week there is a promise of rain….and more rain
after just 24 hours of it,
a daydream….
if I were to cry enough my tears would suddenly become prisms falling and reflecting the light
my heart is warmer and all things frozen will thaw and begin again to meander, filling the tight corners of time
the return to fluidity
the softening of sharp thoughts and tongues
the awakening of the seeds of spirit
the to grow and flourish.
LOVE
moth wing eyes
so there’s this:
last night, over tea with Ms. Emily from Tousled Dolly and Amanda from Brutally Beautiful, her royal radness Rad Juli informed me of the above photograph. Martha, or shall I say Mothra Stewart has really outdone herself here. I am definitely going to have to try this one out for some wonderfully whimsical event in the near future.
also a dear friend sent me this. a treat for the eyes…but don’t stare too long.
melodies…meandering
in the light i see
the shadows we can cast
in the breath i breathe
the love that we can make
from the highest highs
to the deepest lows below, below, below
from the reaching rise to
the rhythm as it rolls
awake, awake, awake
awake, awake, awake
Solo Study
When the terrain of my heart is altered by something seismic, I tend to put my palms to the sky and seek grounding experiences that fortify and illuminate.
I openly wander and embrace spontaneity. Finding it pushing me towards deep breathing and delight.
My chest, for days now, has been heavy and tight. Constricting as my love changes shape. The love is ever present – never waning but it is in an altered state….somewhere mid-mutation.
I am on a dinner date with myself.
In a setting of dim lights and aromas and exotic tastes aplenty. My heart beat, here in this deep cozy becoming more recognizable.
I am somehow compelled to share this with you. Whomever you are.
xo
xo
xo
The National
Things I learned at The National:
-It is still possible for me to become a teenage girl while watching a band and experience the “oo he’s looking at me!” giddiness that was once so common with striking lead singers.
-this doubles when said lead singer climbs all over the audience and touches my shoulder as he goes by, still singing.
It’s good to feel giddy about a band and go home with post concert buzz.
Sigh…dreamy sigh.
in search of inspiration….
i ramble.
the bottles on the window sill…
the bottles in the trees…
somewhere in their emptiness i see a song to sing…
somewhere in the lucid air…
that is rustling the leaves…
i feel the seasons shifting weight and know my soul agrees
that in the colours of the sky
and in the ocean too
a myriad of dreams present themselves
waiting to come true
Canadian Music Festival Spotlight On Me!
There’s a little spotlight on me at the Canadian Music Festival’s website – so I guess it’s safe to let you all know I will be playing at the festival this coming March.
Looking forward to visiting Toronto again after my awesome NXNE experience.
Yay!
Jess Hill 
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