dissolving 'office Krystyna'

After an intense two week break from the every day that felt more like a month, i'm back to my normal daily life....and i can feel myself leaking back into my old habits.

It just seems that I would take the experience and beauty that I've recognized in myself these past few weeks and embody it in on a cellular level - not just err to the good ole ways that aren't so good at all. Focus, focus. Momentum, momentum. Walk on the water of my life.

I have to say goodbye to my ordinary life; I've fallen in love with magic.

luminous tease

i'm going to change myself in the way I want everyone else to change.

The new me shall be more giving, more caring, more sensual, more thoughtful. I'll wear more interesting clothes that have a beautiful story sewn into their creation, and travel around the world as a career. I'll be more tolerant of everyone, even the bitches & dickheads that drive me crazy. I'll dance naked in the rain, and look in the mirror everyday and say "fuck, you're beautiful". I'll drink sunshine and eat clouds. i'll grow a garden with sunflowers, sugar snap pees and dandelions. Lots of beautiful dandelions. I'll have my own theme song, and I'll play it every time I make an entrance. i'll sleep under the stars and I'll get along with my sister. I'll teach animals to groove to the beat. I'll be surrounded by music and the quietude of nature. I'll give people a chance, and I'll give myself a chance too. I'll rock out more, and I'll sit at a desk less. i'll fall in love with myself. why not?

yeah. good plan.

Listen to We Love Machine....yum!

when I say go it will happen

life is trucking by at lightning speed. I feel like I am in the eye of a hurricane of changes that surround me. Things seem pretty stable in my life. part of me says: hey! when's it gonna be my turn? but the other part of me says: be grateful, Krystyna. Enjoy this peace. All in divine timing...

what ever I cannot seem to change i must simply accept. And vice versa. Otherwise I'm basically looking to get bruised.

having a crystal clear idea of the hurricane of changes I'd like to experience is great idea. let the visualization begin.

And on that note of just being, listen, and let your shoulders shake: Madder Red

i'll just be me, thanks

With many offers & lures to join groups & communities or behave, eat or be a certain way (& mostly hang with certain people), it's made me realize one thing: I like who I am.

And I don't need to embrace someone else's dogma to assert who I am or who I want to become. Drink the kool-aid and become one of us.

In fact, it fundamentally contradicts my rebellious nature to be a member of what I consider to be cliques that have graduated from high school.

Sure, I have super tight relationships with my über close friends - and these relationships might seem impenetrable from the outside....but the only requirement I have of friendship is openness to who I am. And I in turn commit my openness to you, of course. (If you, for example, want to be a part of an adult clique, I respect this choice. However, I prefer to hang out over here, cool? I'm into being on my terms.).

Side note: A PREFERENCE, in addition to that is to be fashionably inspiring. It's not a requirement. However, my preferences & requirements tend to go hand in hand. Somehow those who are open just happen to be fashionably inspiring.

Anyway, cliques suck.

And I'll just do what I want when I want with whom I want. If you want to join let me know. And if you want to invite me to your party, I'll come if I can.

superhero thighs

My jeans don't fit as well as they used too, but I'm not discouraged. I've decided that instead of wearing uncomfortably tight pants, I'm going to explore the realm of dresses while I get my thighs back in check.

This seems like a modern day, practical version of a superhero cape.

It's so easy to wear demin & tees...this has been the foundation of my wardrobe for many years. Perhaps my thighs have signaled a time for change.

I'll simply embrace my femininity, choose cute over practical (tricky!) and let the adventures begin.

excuse me, I must now go rescue a kitten from a tree. (don't look up!)

oily heart break

The gulf oil spill supremely annoys & saddens me.

My higher self urges me to stay positive and visualize healing that deep ocean wound. but my 'human'-ness feels really sad about this...and angry too. But mostly a deep sadness - one akin to heart break - but worse.

This isn't just my pain, it's the pain of humanity. And humanity has allowed this to happen. We're all responsible. As long as we support the ways of doing things that get us in trouble, we're as responsible for the mess as BP or whoever else is doing the drilling or digging.

The annoyance part comes from my own impatience and feelings of helplessness. Why aren't we over this way of being already? Oil spills and their ecologically devastating counterparts seem so 1970's. And this mess is SO BIG, and yet it feels as though we're all collectively stunned into fixing it. STUNNED.

Shift NEEDS to happen. and quick.

I just want to know what I can do.

image courtesy of Tooth Paste for Dinner

Fotos for Dali – a found story, by me

Hopping a bus from San Pedro, Bolivia, Robin and I journey to meet our guide and four travel companions for a multiday tour of the Salar de Uyuni: the world's most extended salt flat. I hug my camera - my raison d'être - close to me, feeling its rugged, protective case slung around my neck. I’ve heard about these landscapes…a photog’s fantasy.

Enroute our group explores an oasis - a desert landscape with thousands of cacti – in the midst of the salt flat. Alpaca, llamas, desert foxes and vizcachas observe us from a distance

We arrive to find the remains of an ancient sea veiled by water from the recent rainy season, creating a beautiful illusion of infinity; the waters reflections make blues and whites merge together, awakening a surrealist mirror of sky, clouds, and distant mountains that could have been painted by Salvador Dali. Click, click, goes my camera...

Surrendering into our altitude induced giddiness; the six of us dance around the salt flats and take ridiculous pictures. Our visual senses are continuously tickled with awe, as visions of white, red and blue lakes with flamingoes flash before our eyes. Click. Click.

The drive back to our starting point takes us through an electrical storm. Click.Click. It’s been a good few days of traveling.

(a tribute to robin kochorek, in memory)