The Psychedelic Art Show by Z Zoccolante This week I stumbled across a quote by A.R. Lucas, who writes “We’ve been infected with this idea that love is an emotion only felt between two people. But love is universal. An energy. A contagious force. A gift. To offer money to a homeless man is to love. To save a worm from the sun is to love. To smile at a stranger is love. To be grateful, to be hopeful, to be brave, to be...
Read More
Coffee With Friend By Z Zoccolante Last night a friend passed through town and purposely laid over her flight to have a night with me. We have to walk slow, she said as I parked around the corner from my favorite coffee shop, I might have a broken toe. What, I asked? Should we check it? Nah, it’ll be fine, she said as we strolled slowly down the sidewalk. We sip lattes and discuss family, kids,...
Read More
The Way We Shine By Z Zoccolante What stops us from having the things we desire? Perhaps it lies in us thinking that it’s impossible, that we are not able to have the dreams of our hearts, the things that light us up. We get stuck in the quicksand of us. Some of past experience has hurt us or made us want to live smaller than we know we are capable of. If we don’t try we can’t fail right? But the downside is that we also...
Read More
A Life In Focus By Z Zoccolante Life gives us what we focus on. It gives us the things that we desire with joy. It also gives us the things we are afraid of and mull over. Because the unspoken rule of energy is that we create what we focus on. Energy is like food. If we feed something, by our focus on it (whether positive or negative), it get’s bigger, stronger, more robust. Scrolling online the other day I...
Read More
The Heartbreak Club By Z Zoccolante Congratulations. You belong. You are no longer on the outside looking in. You’ve had your heart smashed as though you’ve swallowed a champagne glass and had it smashed in your esophagus, leaving shards of paper thin glass to wander through your body, floating in your bloodstream in crystal thorns. Congratulations. You loved someone. You cared about someone enough to let them in. You...
Read More
Transition in the Air By Z Zoccolante This morning it felt like Christmas. My house was deeply quiet and cold. My dog snuggled against me under the blankets like a bowling ball of warm fur with a cold nose. There was that feeling in the air like you were the first one awake on Christmas morning. If I crept down the stairs, I might see the lights dancing in the dim corners of the room, wrapped boxes under the tree, the smell of...
Read More
Follow Me!