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~chris~

Because the world is round it turns me on

About Me



I am a massage therapist.

We live in a touch-starved society.
We underestimate the healing power of a simple touch.
Go hold somebody you love. Do it.

I also love to design and create wearable art.

This is my adored friend, Danae, wearing a pair of my earrings.

Here is a preview and link
to my online store - Etsy.com

Etsy: Your place to buy & sell all things handmade
destinidesign.etsy.com

My Interests



Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light 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...As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. -Marianne Williamson

this is how I see myself ~ as part of the earth

little pearls of truth

erotic photography

I like bed

where I dream of flying

I like liking

Learning is one of my favorite things to do.

Always on the lookout for a great new recipe.

My favorite color is periwinkle, mostly because of the name.

I used to live in Lahaina, Maui on the Brig Carthaginian ~ a floating whale museum.

I like lavender oil in a hot bath, especially with a glass of red wine. To drink.

I collect white rocks, shells, and wine corks.

I was a bit of a wild child as a teen.

I like people, mostly all of them.

My feet and hands are my best features.

Nuf about me, what about you?

Dreamscape by Diana Dorenzo

Dream Weaving is Waling Between the Worlds. Dream is not fantasy, it is the creation of reality. The Dream is the place where ideas take shape and, if the dreamer is sufficiently skilled, they can bring the dream into Middleworld and manifest it. Below is a tree whose branches intertwine with its roots – the Celtic principle of the weaving of the Upperworld and the Lowerworld to create Middleworld.

It is an oak tree, with its roots and branches plaited together forming a circular twist which encloses the trunk of the tree. There is no beginning and no end to this twist. In the lore of the Tree of Wisdom and Tradition the branches hold Upperworld and the roots, Lowerworld. Middleworld, the place where we humans have our incarnations, is at the centre of this. At the bottom of this picture is the word ‘Duir’ which means oak. At the top is the word ‘darwent’ which probably refers to the River Darwent in Derbyshire.

and Elephants await our understanding

Genesis by Julie Schoenecker (my Mom)

Looking Inward

Cup of Stars by Beth Marcil

You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.
J. Krishnamurti

I'd like to meet:

~people who have a passion for life ~ people who want to talk about ideas ~ people who love to laugh. who love to read. who love music. people who engage in the give and take. people who are kind and thoughtful.

people who love. (below: my son with friends in a Paris bookstore)

Music:


A clip from Devin's latest concert at Poncho Hall doing a drum solo in Black Narcissus by Joe Henderson

Devin's junior recital
..

I started going to jazz and blues clubs when I was a young dance student in Minneapolis, where I came to know some amazing musicians who taught me to open my ears. Willie Murphy, who was my main mentor, John Koerner, Prudence Johnson, Tim Sparks, Dave Ray, and...John Beach who attempted to teach me piano.

Spider John Koerner, in his favorite place - 1978 - Photo by Chris West

This photo gives me chills

Artists who move me: Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Bill Evans, Paul Desmond, Thelonius Monk,

Joni Mitchell, who was my first idol,

The Beatles,

"In the end the love you take is equal to the love you make" is essentially the Beatles closing statement.
It is the last lyric on the last album they recorded. Abbey Road

Dave Matthews Band, Tom Waits, Grateful Dead, Led Zepplin, Bob Dylan, Ry Cooder, Talking Heads, Maceo Parker, Ray Charles, Mark Knopfler.....

Saying that I love Dave and his band seems so trite. I am in awe of his musical and creative talent, and I journey to another world when I hear him.

I love creative souls, music that has soul, makes me want to dance, laugh and gives me tingles up and down my spine.

Movies:



Garden State, High Fidelity, Ray, Crash, American Beauty, Constant Gardener, The Green Mile, A Love Song for Bobby Long, Lost in Translation,The Station Agent, The Color Purple, Blade Runner, Matrix, Fifth Element, Men In Black, Love Actually, Henry and June, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Six Degrees of Separation, The Usual Suspects, Thelma and Louise, The Life of David Gale, The Gods Must be Crazy

Television:



The Daily Show, Scrubs, The Office

Why isn't there a category for THEATRE?

Books:


I read every kind of book I can get my hands on.
"To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour."
William Blake
"I walk ahead of myself in perpetual expectancy of miracles."~Anais Nin~
My heart, queen of the beehive and the barnyard,
Little leopard of the string and the onions,
I love to watch your miniature empire
sparkle; your weapons of wax and wine and oil,
Garlic, and the soil that opens for your hands,
The blue material that ignites in your hands,
The transmigration of dream into salad,
The snake rolled up in the garden hose.
You with your sickle that lifts the perfumes,
You with the bossy soapsuds,
You climbing my crazy ladders and stairs.
You taking charge; even my handwriting, its characteristics,
Even the sand grains in my notebooks – finding in those pages
Lost syllables that were searching for your mouth.
Pablo Neruda

Heroes:

“A human being is part of a whole, called by us the Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest us.
Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.” Albert Einstein

"Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens."Carl Jung

My two children

My husband, Tom, my number ONE ~

Below: Tom about to be taken from me for a year~ February 2004
I call this his soldier costume.

My Blog

A Nurse Named Shaun

It's been a wild week,  but for now all I can say is that my Mom went into the hospital Monday.  She sat in the ICU for two days, and the doctors didn't really say much or check in with h...
Posted by ~chris~ on Sat, 16 Jun 2007 04:21:00 PST

Adventure in Seattle (Update)

Today was a small adventure. We went to Seattle to help my son, Devin, move from his apartment on Capital Hill, where he lived with two very nice female roommates, to a house in the University of Wash...
Posted by ~chris~ on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 10:27:00 PST

Seven Random secrets (shhhh)

I've been tagged, once again, by my favorite tagger Detective Slug.   Seven random previously untold bits of my life:   I've been published in several magazines in Maui. What ...
Posted by ~chris~ on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 10:49:00 PST

Weaving a New Dream

Weaving a New Dream   I want to live To leap from the sheets Of sleep And touch the sky But instead I wrap my tired body In the same old robe Run the fingers of my mind Across the crack...
Posted by ~chris~ on Sun, 27 May 2007 02:44:00 PST

Heavenly Food ~ Part Two

Tequila Shrimp These shrimp are brought to the table sizzling in a metal pan, then spooned over a little fresh pasta to allow the delicious juice to flavor the noodles. I like to use Cavatelli pasta n...
Posted by ~chris~ on Wed, 16 May 2007 11:00:00 PST

Tango

TANGOGather your pole your flashy pink polka dot hook Whet your appetite For the silver flash of my fin It cuts The surface of your vision I circle in the murk beyond your bobbing dinghy my c...
Posted by ~chris~ on Mon, 07 May 2007 04:45:00 PST

Heavenly Food Part One

One of things in life I find so amazing is how food, prepared so simply,  can bring me to a state of ecstasy when mixed with wine, music and good company. I would like to share a recent menu whic...
Posted by ~chris~ on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 07:26:00 PST

Tagged by Det. Sluggo

I Live to be myself as fully as possible.I Work but don't think of it as work.I Talk sparingly.I Wish people would stop fighting.I Enjoy going round and round on this planet.I Look for the beauty in s...
Posted by ~chris~ on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 10:35:00 PST

What is your favorite scent on a man or woman?

When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls bearing resiliently, ...
Posted by ~chris~ on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 09:22:00 PST

Evolution

Was it sin?Are we separate?Or are we oneliving organismspinning,in the night-timeof our cycle?In that instantthat we turn away,in our darkest moments,the stars,not unknown to themselves,reveal to usth...
Posted by ~chris~ on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 01:56:00 PST