Wednesday, October 2, 2013
illustrator Don Sipley made this kind of surrealist art of me. 

illustrator Don Sipley made this kind of surrealist art of me. 

I feel a little lately like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff. 

You know, in a good way. 

There comes a moment with most things where you just have to plunge ahead with no guarantee that anything will work out for you or be a good idea, and if you want to do something I guess you just sort of have to do it? Only the one chance, right? And I guess I shouldn’t feel all that freaked out since I’ve slowly but steadily been turning my life upside down since… last November, but I do feel like my ambitions are getting progressively more insane. Which means I am proportionally getting more insane. 

Things I am trying to remember - ‘it is never too late to be what you might have been’ ‘your playing small doesn’t serve the world’ ‘you do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. you have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you.’ 

I ask you, though - exactly how do I save an extra $2,400 by February? That’s an extra $600 a month. Over the holidays, too. 

Possible? Maybe. Daunting as fuck? Yes. 

Friday, September 27, 2013
by Gianna Leo Falcon, today

by Gianna Leo Falcon, today

Thursday, September 26, 2013
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

"Light" by Marianne Williamson (via theworldaccordingto-james)

I have been really into this for years, aside from the God bits which are not particularly relevant to me. The sentiment, however, remains essential to how I want to live. 

'your playing small doesn't serve the world'. 

Wednesday, September 25, 2013
omarahsa:

light testing with elena.

omarahsa:

light testing with elena.

a thing what I wrote, in it’s rough version. called ‘threshold’, probably, but maybe not.

I.

i live in liminal spaces.

there are places that welcome you to take off your shoes, sit down, stay.

i’ve visited rooms that shut the door and hold you into the night,

that save you a place by the fire

rooms with nails in the walls and wooden frames full of secrets to uncover

rooms you can explore, with drawers to open,

and mirrors that show you the self you are inside the room reflected back at you.

my room is white, decorated only with the geometry of shadows on the walls

and the spaces of light in between.

my room is a threshold, and the wind through the windows

blows the door back and forth, never really open, never shut.

my room does not invite you to stay.

my room is a crossroads.

II.

my body is a crossroads.

there is a place where three paths touch (kiss, briefly) before diverging again, and

standing on the axis (hands, held) provides a vantage point to contemplate each one.

one path (breath, skin) trod often, dirt compacted into almost pavement

another (teeth, thighs) grown wild, with stones to trip and thorns that bite

and a last (lips, shoulders) obstructed, undiscovered,

 asleep.

my body is a crossroads,

a place you have paused to consider

before continuing on

a crossroads (heart, pulse) is a witness to a choice.

you pass through it along your way.

my body is a threshold.

  

III.

my pulse beats at the threshold

as clouds gather overhead and the air becomes thick, electric,

there is a space between your windows and the first drops of rain.

the window sill knows, and anticipates a storm.

before your hearth blazes with heat, there is a moment when the match must decide to catch fire,

as your lips must decide before they kiss me, as you breathe my breath, as I breathe you.

my pulse beats inside anticipation

in the places between

          in the decision.

a threshold is a starting point,

a ledge over which you step (or jump, or fall) into uncertainty.

look for me there, beyond your need to be sure.

i live in between, in the liminal spaces

like the wind through each open window,

i do not stay - but

my heart beats at the threshold

  and i wait (pause) for you to begin with me at each next beginning.

written by elena siddal, 9/25/13

Thursday, September 12, 2013 Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Society has a problem with female nudity when it is not… ” —Badu pauses to get her words together; she wants this point to be very clear— “…when it is not packaged for the consumption of male entertainment. Then it becomes confusing. Erykah Badu: June/July Cover Story [Pg 1] | VIBE (via house-of-romanov)

(Source: sexxxisbeautiful)

Thursday, September 5, 2013
johannastickland:

Elena Siddal

johannastickland:

Elena Siddal