Zinc: Warrior Princess, Selfie

Purity shouldn’t be a duty we shirk. It’s downright indecent to refrain from our inherent actuality. Maybe I’ve simply needed a date with the ’s rejuvenation magic. As controversial as this story title is, it’s been the most fitting pertaining to my journey of the last year and (the abruptly immense) change of my life. This isn’t geared at ripping apart our politics. Unless you count the copious customer service calls I’ve made regarding obtaining and sustaining my health insurance during this arc. Which is grossly plus highly politically and economically charged in all the wrong ways. But that’s a…


My Psychedelic Muse, Selfie hamming it up with her Peacock Queen

An appetite for authenticity aces our outcomes. For all of the cumbersome concentrations over scrutinizing means to be wedded with the similarity of others, it’s actually the intrepid traveling we embark upon which wield the deftly defining distinctions that make for a great life story. We’ve been given a global gamut of Crayola-esque compassing. How we charge forth with this pizazz in our personal orbits is like the prerequisite percolating pollen sculpting our petals into their ravishing display. I understand that there are some people who will continue to shrink from the bold and still get away with the beautiful…


Trophy Goals, Photo from BradensEye Archives of a throwback to her youthful age of excelling + taking its mantra into my present moment

Liberation from superfluousness is ideal. Shelving the notion of letting go simply leads to endless woes. Keepsakes of some sorts can be indulgent reminiscence. However, we’re really good at saving an exaggerated amount comparative to what we might truly continually use. Fear not that I’m training my eyes on you alone, as I’m one of the grandest culprits. So, please don’t confuse this as judgment! It’s, honestly, more that I’ve been challenging myself over the modern aging realm of my forties into fifties to own the conflict of why the heck would, should I be holding the mountain of stuff…


Weathering Serenity, Photo from BradensEye Archives seeding the ease of her mom in a fav spot at

Tonally toggling sets the speed of our peace. I’ll reckon a lot of us spend serious brainpower wishing things were going differently in whatever veins of depreciation. I certainly didn’t come here to stumble. But bumbling around is a maze I keep trying to mold into some remarkable series of mind-boggling inheritance of merit. The quirks in which we tweak the heavy metals of our hardships toward positivity peaking are by stroking ourselves with appropriate lullabies. You’ve got to meld with the manners of optimism pillars. To really know pleasure one ought to be willing to attempt several failed dates…


None Butt the Best, Photo from BradensEye Archives with bestest Tiffany

Climbing aboard the admiration train makes traveling easy. The way we stay committed in this world is through our friendships with out-of-this-world people. I’ve written multiple times about these rarity souls. Those poetic persons who I’ve been blessed to connect with who bend endurance flamboyantly, warp my brain into the optimum directions, and bleed extra love for me. They’ll fill their existing with mine whenever I allow space for it. Gently, they forgive the giant gaps of my flitting away my years far from their everyday roots. However unclear the magnetic properties that popped any of them unto my cosmic…


Be a Star in Your Show, Photo by BradensEye

INT. BRADEN’S BODY — ONGOING — EVERYWHERE

The age of (rein)venting is upon us. This is an extra helping (for myself) of what I’ll fondly call ‘chesty confessionals’. A blatant blathering of an all-too-real life rundown from a recent week in my less than lovely, but moreover predictively lively bankrupt romance scenery. Curiosity can be a wily little bitch. It’s got its own agenda, which often can be operating far from your favor. Addicted to drama or disruption in the least, the avenues it will push you along are menacing pieces of pavement it might take you months (did someone…


Inseparable Preservation, Photo from BradensEye Archives snapped by her mom, my godmom, the illustrious mama

Human touchstones are timeless elixirs. In pointed particularity, I think that our bestest buddies are those cures to clowns that know what to do with frowns and keep us stocked in merrymaking might. If you’ve ever gotten close enough with another person that you can finish their sentences, text them regularly at the opportune moments they need, travel really well together, commiserate exceedingly with ease, trade truth as swiftly as recipes, and no matter what year gaps to missed calls due to naps you’re showing up ceaselessly in all of their favors you’ve likely got yourself a special BFF. These…


Graced with The Ace! Photo from BradensEye Archives featuring her tennis-master coach K back in the day

The birth of wisdom takes many forms. We can come in with some of it readily rockin’ installed. Yet, most of our knowledge has to be gleaned through the participation of one’s intelligent attention conjugated with considerate teachers. Humans withdraw insight through scholarships of common sense. Tackling varied plights, our proverbial lightbulbs sit silent, flicker, may be dimmed, fade, or furnish unceasing light. If we’re quick to bypass the lessons, life tends to escort us away from scoring. The path to enlightenment is shrouded in typhoons of buffoonery. In order to understand the meaning of anything, one must desert the…


Rock On, Photo by BradensEye featuring a token of her natural inclination

There are stories in anything we do. I think that most of us wish to be a lasting memory. The sashay you make simply sauntering along any street. Whereby any number of heads are forever amended, filled with new fantasies. How you stepped out of the camper van with your sundress tossing the young handsome lad’s attention against the heat of the sun’s rays beating streaks in competition with your wide smile. That cursory stooping at the puddle of stones strewn about to meet your feet on the ground as you fastidiously found yourself compelled to carve a signature ‘phrase’…


Monumentally, Photo by BradensEye featuring a recent date with

Flowering and deflowering are prompts for devouring. Trusting our lust doesn’t need to be so fussy. Just as lechery shouldn’t be assumed simply because we’re pondering the strata of thirst. Maybe our entire purpose on this planet is finding and remaining aligned to whatever warrants us feeling utterly hot to trot? Following one’s longitudinal meets latitudinal intersections of unwavering godsend have become this sort of psalm of secret sanctuary sauce for me. Where when I match the land beneath my feet with the heart beating inside of me, the ticklies of passion playfully overtake me. Connecting to your pulsing proclivities…

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