Beneath Her Eyes

Beneath her eyes
Under her captivating hazel allure
Below her smiling crystal radiance

I see the adorable little girl
I see the beautiful woman

They want intimacy
And are scared to death of it

They question love
But have few answers

I want to be their answer

                  

                       -Clint Piatelli



©2013 Clint Piatelli, MuscleHeart LLC, and Red F Publishing. All rights reserved.

Light Up The Sky

       Before glancing out my window the other evening, I could feel it. It was happening inside my own four walls. My space felt different. And looked different. I looked around my living room, as if asking “What’s going on in here?”.
       It was in fact a simple matter of lighting. But I hadn’t turned any lights on or off. I had’t drawn any shades. I hadn’t done anything at all. And yet, everything was suddenly different.
       The inner space of my condo looked and felt unlike it ever had before. And I wanted to know what was going on. I wanted to know why.
       After quickly discerning that this change wasn’t coming from the inside, I turned my attention outside and looked out my window. Lo and behold, outside looked and felt different too. There was a strange, almost eerie, yet beautiful glow, coming from out there. That’s when I got really curious, grabbed my camera, and headed out the door.
       Now I was inside the difference. I got inside of it from going outside. I looked up at the sky and then towards the horizon. “Of course”, I thought. Nature’s Light Show was doing something special yet again. And when that happens, well, everything feels different.
       After snapping a bunch of pictures, I began philosophizing. Which I often do after being powerfully impacted by the force of my surroundings. I reflected on my own sensitivity to my environment, and how that sensitivity is both a blessing and a curse. How that sensitivity, as an artist, gives me so much to work with. And how I can better manage that sensitivity without hamstringing its potency.    

©2013 Clint Piatelli, MuscleHeart LLC, and Red F Publishing. All rights reserved.

What I'm Giving

       I wish I could say that the picture below was a candid shot. And I could. But then I would be a big fat liar with his pants on fire. No. This shot is as contrived as they come. By me. No apologies.
       While the photograph may be contrived, the experience is not. That’s really me, writing just before sunrise, armed with the trusty tools of coffee and computer, on the balcony of my hotel room in Santa Fe, New Mexico, overlooking this outstanding scenery. And I can tell you how I felt. Grateful. At peace. Inspired. Happy.
       I came out to Santa Fe to get something. But what I realized was how much I have to give.
       Come with me as I share this journey with you in my upcoming posts.

 ©2013 Clint Piatelli, MuscleHeart LLC, & Red F Publishing. All rights reserved.

A Goddess On A Mountain Top

       I'm in Santa Fe this week with some amazing people at a transformational speaking workshop. The work we’re doing is deep, juicy, and a step into the unknown, dare I say mystical.
       At the end of our session yesterday, our instructor, Gail Larsen, advised us to stay aware, and pay attention to dreams or signs or anything that strikes us. Seconds after I left to head back to my room, I looked up into the dusk sky and saw Venus. But she was far brighter than I had ever seen her in my life. She was absolutely screaming in the western sky just after sunset. I’ve been a star gazer for years, and I had never seen our sister planet so luminous.
       This photo doesn't do her justice, but at least it’s a visual cue to what I saw. And a powerful harbinger of outrageously bright things to come.  

©2013 Clint Piatelli, MuscleHeart LLC, and Red F Publishing. All rights reserved.

Dear Autumn: A Love Letter

Dear Autumn,
       Where are you baby? I miss you.
       Don’t get me wrong. I love Summer. She’s hot, sexy, and lots of fun. She doesn’t wear much clothing, and looks incredible in a bikini. She's always barefoot, which drives me wild.  She’s totally cool with me going shirtless when I’m with her. She’s a bright ray of sunshine, and her sunshine greets me early and stays up with me late. We do an awful lot when she’s here. I really love her.
       But it’s time for you, now, sweet Autumn. Your chestnut hair and golden skin. Your tight leggings, sexy boots, and cozy, snug sweaters. Your delicious scent, as we walk together in the cool, crisp air, and marvel at the explosion of color all around us. Football! Glorious, mayhemic football! Making fires, and then making love in front of the flames. The changing light, and the special feel of a late Saturday afternoon. Our get-aways to little country towns to see the flamboyant, colorful magic.
       You, my lovely Autumn, are the most romantic of them all. And, no matter what anyone says, you are just as beautiful as Summer.
       But where are you?
       Oh. Wait.
       There you are.............

   

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