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riding the moment

November 7, 2025spetku0 Comments

I wrote a song yesterday. I haven’t done this sort of thing in a long time. I woke up with a melody in my head and the words just came, so I flooded them onto a word-processing document until everything resolved. If felt good to do this. It felt like weight being set down. Pressure being released. Aloe rubbed over a burn. It felt the way the creation of art is supposed to feel: a transmutation of feeling into something tangible. Emotion birthed into the material world to be at play. I haven’t touched music since I was young, but throughout life I’ve watched my musician friends in aw. Every time my close friend, Scotland, would work on producing her songs with her sound bar and little sampler, headphones over her ears, I’d watch with undivided curiosity. Just as I did watching my friends in orchestra as a student. I…

Time to Speak

May 23, 2024spetku0 Comments

There is so much to say. And even more, there is so much to act upon! Well, where to start? Wherever you decide, that is the right place. So begin in a direction and allow it to unfold before you. That’s how it’s always worked. There is no wrong answer if you can remember not to fight yourself or your intuition. Just let the moment be what it is. Let the space hold itself. I’ll brew another vat of tea tonight. The evening until dark will be spent in my greenhouse tending to the chores that should be chipped away at. I’ll call it just before the last light leaves the sky smelling of dirt and plant sap, then shower. Once in my new skin, I’ll take that fresh tea with me to my reading chair where I’ll exit the scene and return to this new state; the one with…

I don’t know what’s next

July 20, 2022spetku2 Comments

I haven’t posted here since the end of 2019. Back then, things were different. You could breathe public air without fearing for your life. Witnessing strangers didn’t leave you with a general feeling of disgust. World affairs didn’t suck the life from you on a minute to minute basis. Overall, existence still felt lite and fun. Innocence had not been lost. I have to move forward and come up with what’s next– even if I don’t have any solid goals or plans right now. My mental state is unstable at best. I don’t really know who I am. But hey! This chaotic (be it unpleasant) atmosphere might yield some distinctly new and exciting creations! (gasp) I’m not entirely sure why I stopped writing. Sharing my process in this blog format was once my favorite thing to do as a creator. I secretly blame more immediate and easy-to-consume formats like YouTube…