the path

the path

HE: I just got back!

SHE: Ah! Beirut! How was it?

HE: Insane, four long months, but so much fun.

SHE: I can only imagine. How was New Mexico?!

HE: Soooo good, great to see the fam. It’s been a minute.

SHE: Aw, that’s so good. Tell me all about Beirut!

She looks at him, through him, in awe.
She eases her envious heart by recalling their conversation from a year ago:

“Build references you’re going to need them. How? Do everything you can think of Now. Before you get busy, before the work comes in hard and heavy, before it all changes.
Go to museums, listen to music, fuck everyone, try every kind of food. Do it all, but all the while: keep. going.
Cuz suddenly, it goes from some times to all the time, and then your schedule is booked 2 years in advance.”

Trust.
Faith.
Stay on the path.

kodak kinda thing

90s sprinklers

We’re too far away from the pools.
Mum unfolds the sprinkler in the backyard and lets us play in the water.
My brother loves this shit.
He squeals with delight and makes sure I watch his latest Street Fighter moves.
Hee-yaa!

It’s hot with a cool breeze, the only way Melbourne summer can get, up and down like a bipolar off meds.
I feel the warm mud under my feet, I play with it between my toes.
Squish, squish.

“Liza, I just did it for you!”
I turn to appease my brother, “Ok, do it again.”
How’s mum going to get this wet grass off the floor inside?
My brother karate chops the water in midair, “Did you see that?” he screams.
“Awesome stuff!” I tell him.

Somewhere around there…
I know I will remember this moment.
I know it’s going to be a Kodak kinda thing.
I know it’ll warm my heart later in life.

My dog stops to sniff a sprawling plant taking up way too much space on the sidewalk.
I’m judging the house owner when suddenly –
I hear the sprinkler and turn around like you would an old friend calling you from down the street.
There it is oscillating from left to right, 80s eat your heart out!
And just like that…
I see my brother’s karate moves, I hear his squeals, I feel the mud between my toes.

 

turmeric

Turmeric Tea

He stays in his crate.
Hot water boils.
Sleep is in air.
It’s quiet, except for cars whizzing like the drone of a white noise machine.

I reuse old tea bags.
Kill me.
Tea warms my chin as I type.
I breathe in the earthy smell of turmeric and ginger.

I am thinking stillness.
I am watching the heart carefully open its windows.
I must remain still, allow Grace to unfold.
Or do I disturb it? Say, “This is me! Look at me!”

Well, how much of that noise is actually me?
What am I feeling?
Ok, I am nervous. Anxious.
Heart palpitating with nerves.
Hey, nerves aren’t bad, they can be the positive side of the coin.

It’s so nice to sit here.
The day has yet to begin…
The possibilities are endless.
Turmeric, ginger, stillness, sleepy dogs, a house asleep.

helpless romantic

As we sit in the editing room with our next short film, we look back at our last one:

A hopelessly romantic introvert is coerced by her friends into trying a dating app. What ensues are the mishaps of searching for true love on the interweb. Can a hopeless romantic thrive in the age of online dating?

Sweat, tears, joy and absolute exhilaration.
iHeart, we heart you still.
#MadeinNewYork #STFteam #DreamsComeTrue #RomCom #Romantic

green corn moon

August Green Corn Moon

Some Native American tribes called the August Moon the “Sturgeon Moon” because they knew that the sturgeon of the Great Lakes and Lake Champlain were most readily caught during this Full Moon. They also called August’s Moon the “Full Green Corn Moon.”

Ok, Green Corn Moon, here goes:

I let go of anxiety.

I let go of perfection.

I let go of force.

I cultivate trust.

I cultivate purpose.

I cultivate facing those demons.

Your turn.
Liza Fernandez