Cygne is an internationally touring songwriter and musician based in Santa Cruz, CA. She's currently recording a new album and performing locally. Enjoy the music and thank you for visiting.  

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"There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and there is only one of you in all time. This expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium; and be lost. The world will not have it. 

It is not your business to determine how good it is, not how it compares with other expression. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. 

No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatsoever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others." - Martha Graham (via Drew McKeon)

the rhythm within 

"And yeah we look the same  Both pumpin' steel, both sweatin'  But you know she got nothin' to hide  And I got something to hide here called desire  I got something to hide here called desire" 


We're here to grow, together. 

from Leonard:

“I know there’s a spiritual aspect to everybody’s life, whether they want to cop to it or not,” Cohen said. “It’s there, you can feel it in people—there’s some recognition that there is a reality that they cannot penetrate but which influences their mood and activity. So that’s operating. That activity at certain points of your day or night insists on a certain kind of response. Sometimes it’s just like: ‘You are losing too much weight, Leonard. You’re dying, but you don’t have to coöperate enthusiastically with the process.’ Force yourself to have a sandwich. 

“What I mean to say is that you hear the Bat Kol.” The divine voice. “You hear this other deep reality singing to you all the time, and much of the time you can’t decipher it. Even when I was healthy, I was sensitive to the process. At this stage of the game, I hear it saying, ‘Leonard, just get on with the things you have to do.’ It’s very compassionate at this stage. More than at any time of my life, I no longer have that voice that says, ‘You’re fucking up.’ That’s a tremendous blessing, really.”

from Alexa: 

SIMULACRUM (simulacra): Something that replaces reality with its representation. Jean Baudrillard in "The Precession of Simulacra" defines this term as follows: "Simulation is no longer that of a territory, a referential being, or a substance. It is the generation by models of a real without origin or reality: a hyperreal.... It is no longer a question of imitation, nor duplication, nor even parody. It is a question of substituting the signs of the real for the real" (1-2). His primary examples are psychosomatic illness, Disneyland, and Watergate. Fredric Jameson provides a similar definition: the simulacrum's "peculiar function lies in what Sartre would have called the derealization of the whole surrounding world of everyday reality" (34).



Am I the phoenix or the fire 
I can’t decide 
It’s hard to tell the two apart perched on the pyre 

Am I the apple or the eye 
What you seek or what you find
Am I alive or am I that which doesn’t die 

The objects in the mirror 
Are closer than they appear 

Am I the man or the gaze
Am I the hand or the blade
Am I the tears or the rain or am I just too late 

Am I the blood or the taste
Am I the trickle or the ache
Am I vain because I contemplate 

These objects in the mirror  
Are closer than they appear 

These objects in the mirror  
Are closer than they appear 
And still it isn’t clear 
Who is really here 

The phoenix or the fire
The smoke or the sky 
The fog or the light or the ocean blowing by 

The secret or the smile
The echo or the cry 
The etchings or the lines 
The reflections or designs 
The obsession or the time 
The questions or the mind

Let It Breathe

Painting by Vincent Van Gogh

eternity's sunrise 

He who binds to himself a joy   
Does the wingèd life destroy;   
But he who kisses the joy as it flies   
Lives in eternity's sunrise.    

WILLIAM BLAKE, "He Who Binds" 

the pursuit of happiness 

Last night my cousin validated my entire existence with this text.  

She’s a badass transcontinental explorer and we rarely cross paths but if I've learned anything on the road it's that time and space are no obstacles to love.  

Obstacles to love = fear and doubt. Overcoming them requires constant practice. 

   "You're traveling ALONE?" 
   "Aren't you AFRAID?" 
   "You mean you don't have a man with you??” 

If I received a dollar every time I was asked these questions I wouldn't be crowdfunding right now. (Ahem) I’m sure my cousin gets them a lot too. In the USA! In the 21st century! 

Yes, at times I've felt scared as a solo female-bodied traveler.
Life can be scary. 
Freedom can be scary.  
Freedom = having choices = power = responsibility = scary. 

How lucky are we?!

What are really, truly, scary are the choices we aren't aware of, the choices we don’t make, and the choices others make for us.  

Right now we have a choice. To vote or not to vote. To vote for Hillary Clinton or to note vote for Hillary Clinton. To move towards a unified country where every person of every color of every sex of every gender of every age of every faith of every class of every nation can live and travel and pray and make love and express her freedom knowing she has every right to do so - or not.

Fellow Bernie supporters - I get it. I felt the Bern really hard and I still do. But this is our choice now, and it's our responsibility to show up and vote, for all who couldn’t and for all who still can’t. For

Please register to vote. Please watch Suffragette or Selma if you don't see the point. Please watch the debates if you feel the need to subject yourself to that. Please listen and reflect and join the revolution

Even when we feel like we have no impact on the world, we're surprised to find out we really do.