Dear human,
Hey! It’s me, Water. We haven’t really talked in a while, so I just wanted to reach out and connect.
I know this world can feel overwhelming and lonely sometimes, but I’m always right here. I just want to make sure you know how much I adore every fiber of you. You truly are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen (yes, even right when you wake up…)
The strangest things about being back in the US after 6 months in Thailand and Bali…
The ability to flush toilet paper. (I find myself feeling guilty and concerned for the septic system). Not seeing thousands of scooters swerving dangerously everywhere as the primary form of transportation
When both sides of a conflict take 150% accountability for a mutually challenging experience – that is how alchemy occurs. Ultimately, that is the type of dynamic I’m interested in deeply investing into. 150% accountability for projecting onto each other 150 % accountability for misunderstandings 150% accountabilty for ping ponging the electricity upwards in intensity…
Where ever you go – there you are. And wherever you go in Ubud – there is a new healing modality just quivering with possibility – waiting to be discovered. Of all the healing modalities that Bali is showering me with, the reminder of the power of writing, and the impact that it has on my soul, is the healing gift that is perhaps most nourishing and cathartic. And as we write our past into the past, so too do we write ourselves into our own futures. Sculpting them and narrating them into existence with every intention, every word, every breath.
After requests for a lyrical breakdown of the Consent music video, I assembled this montage of stills, in case you want to slow down and read them one by one.
The cracks in the glorious sheen of my honeymoon love affair with Bali have begun to fracture outwards to create a more dynamic full spectrum lens of realism. Tonight I walked in the rain and passed two small boys sleeping on the ground under the awning of a convenience store, wrapped around each other’s tiny bodies, covered in cardboard boxes. Oh, my heart.
I just released this new lyric music video for my song Consent. Many women have had experiences with men they actually really liked and cared about, who pushed or rushed us. I wrote this song as a musical dissertation for my future beloved.
Bitcoin. I get it, it’s a thing.
But if could count the number of times I’ve been sitting next to some dude in a co-working space or public cafe, (where dozens of other people are quietly working) … who is loudly taking phone calls, hyping his new cryptocurrency brand, trying to get people on board…
I swear …
As a sensitive human who prefers touch only by invitation, with people i resonate with on many levels, I have always been resistant to the concept of sweaty strange bodies in a room, rubbing all over each other. Tonight I decided to push my boundary and go to a contact improv dance class. Stickiness ensued…
Ubud explorations! I have been getting more and more little peeks into the nooks and crannies of Ubud, venturing further and further out of the village center each day. Yesterday Eli picked me up and took me on a ride through the Monkey Forest. (What??? Yes! It is exactly what it sounds like!) So much visual and cultural stimulus to take in!
