The Power of . . .

For me there is nothing that can spark more emotion, touch the most inner part of my core or enable my mind to wander into a flurry of emotion quite like this.

It can turn the crunchiest granola munching, eco-friendly housewife into a hardened thug and many muscle-bound, mustache toting, double-bagger riding renegades into sobbing little girls.

It can make my skin feel things that can never be felt by any other force.  It can bring me back to a point in my life, down to the millisecond. Whether I want to remember or not…a smell, a friend, a relationship, a vague memory.

I don't know of any other thing that is as powerful.

Its subjectivity alone is mind-blowing.  Its ability to coerce a crowd of thousands, God-like.

For me, it's mine.  Open for my own interpretation.  Ready to lead me in the direction I am meant to go or to bring me back from somewhere I don't want to be.

It's my distraction.  My getaway.  My come down.  My life.

It's my music.

Russell Reich

Russell survived the battle of the demons inflicted by the streets of Somerville, Massachusetts. 

He skipped town with his girlfriend, landed in the Midwest and became a father of two boys.

He has always had a knack for things that inspire. 

Mainly music, but anything that took him away from the bad memories or the hustle & bustle 

of work/home life could evoke him to create just about anything he had the time for.

Beautiful Distraction . . .

What do you want me to say?

That you are a beautiful distraction?  

Well, you are.

Some days I just accept it

and accept you

just being there

sitting in the corner of my thoughts

camped out in some armchair

with a smirk

on your beautiful face.

Because you know.

You know

that you hold

a power over me.

You know

that you hold 

me captive.

You know 

that every time 

you pop into my life

my heart races

and my hands tremble.

You
are the ultimate distraction

from anything

and everything 

that I ought to be doing.

So, instead of finding focus

and being productive

I just sit here, 

captivated,

as I watch you

in the corner of my mind.

And think to myself

how incredibly beautiful you are.

Penelope Jones

Penelope is a free-spirited, tell it like it is poet and storyteller.
  
Much of her work is done by free-writing, which is the "spill it out and don't look back" approach.  
It's honest, pure, sometimes rough and always raw.  She, like so many of us,  has seen tragedy and felt triumph, 
all of which echoes through her words beautifully.  

She is a light, a true beacon and an excellent traveling companion for those who like to trek unbeaten paths.  
She believes in adventure, in packing light, that cussing is therapeutic and that love is always worth it.