An ode to sauna.

You walk in.
You´re bare.
Vulnerable.
Your skin glitters.
Sweat drops push through your skin.
Until they drip.
You breathe out.
Hot air.
You scratch your skin.
And dead skin gets stuck under your fingernails.
Dirt.
You start to feel the heat.
Water on the stove.
More heat.
You can´t take it anymore.
The cleanse is done.
The process is over.
You walk out.
Open the window.
Your body releases heat.
It looks like smoke.
You look through the window.
Inhale.
The freshest breathe of air you´ve ever felt.
The smell of nature.
You see the ocean.
You hear the birds.
Soon you´ll take the leap.
The leap for the ocean.
I´ve been dirty for too long.

Island life is slow.

I feel like this is the first time.

In a very long time.

Where I can do nothing.

And not feel the guilt.

It´s ok to not be productive.

Sometimes. 

I have had a hard time adjusting.

I still am adjusting. 

It´ll be a long process.

Yesterday I took the bike.

Went to the southern end of the island.

Found a wooden, old, handmade little jetty. 

I sat down. 

Heard nothing but nature. 

Saw nothing but turquoise water. 

And a little hut in the ocean. 

Invaded by birds. 

I was so taken by the whole beauty. 

And by what I was feeling. 

And what I was seeing.

I started crying. 

It felt so good. 

Yesterday I moved into a beautiful room.

It´s private.

It´s in a tower. 

It has windows in 3 directions. 

It has a hammock. 

I have ocean view. 

Sunset view. 

And I feel like I have my very own little treehouse. 

Light play on my very own pier.

My room and the view I wake up too.

Yesterday I stopped at this cute tiny graveyard.
I love old graveyards for some reason.
There´s a charm and beauty in them.

The highlight of yesterday.
Paradise.

The trail that took me to my paradise.
Here´s my new boyfriend.
Actually there´s two, they look exactly the same.
We play everyday.

My street, Island life. 
I met this cute little girl.
She´s 18 and travelling by herself all the way from Germany.
She reminded me so much of my old friend.

Long nights, late mornings.

Yesterday.
Dog park visit.
Tompkins Square park.
It was Halloween in there.
All the puppies had crazy outfits.
Only in America.
Met up with friends.
People came and went during the night.
We went around town.
Ended up having a little get together at the hotel.
I wen´t to bed at 5am.
Slept forever.
And ever.

Last year I was on tour during Halloween.
We went horseback riding in Montana.
So I only now realized.
Halloween is celebrated for 3 weekends.
Everyone was dressed up yesterday.
Except us.

I wish this would be my studio.
I love the bathroom.
And I know you will have opinions about this picture.
It´s the same as the subject of bikinis vs. underwear.
Why is it wrong being seen in underwear?
But then people walk in the streets of Miami in a bikini.
Would they do it in underwear?
No.
This is probably wrong.
Because I´m in a towel.
Sharing a private moment.
Even if you can´t see more skin than being in a bikini.
I don´t need to explain.
It´s art.