It was my good fortune to be born and raised in the Pacific Northwest, or if you're a "native" the "pnw". Life in the Northwest is nothing short of breathtaking and at times magnificently depressing. If you haven't already heard the news, Washington is one of the gloomiest places you can live. Out of the 365 days a year, we spend about 226 of those under the protection of grey clouds. Wanna know the craziest part? The average Seattleite actually enjoys this. We like the rain, because water means growth, and growth means momentum. The rain fuels me and unearths me, carving out vulnerablility under its constant steady flow. It stores resource in the ice incased glaciers and refuses to come down from the summit peaks. There's one peak in particular I'm hopelessly in love with. I stood on top of it August 8th, 2015.
Life in the Northwest is poetry, it is the conjunction of all things lovely and cozy, its the misty mornings that smell of cedar, with a perfected cup of coffee in hand.
But who is Vivian.... I am all these things stored up into one woman just trying to share. I want to share what I've learned from living in this place, leaving this place and returning time and time again. I am the fingers behind these words and if I'm not writing I'll be in the studio dancing, creating movement based on condition. I'll be climbing rocky surfaces that tower above and protect this home of mine.
My name is Vivian, and I'm so blessed to have you here.