Spiritual Glitter: the good, the bad, the indifferent

✨✨ S P I R I T U A L G L I T T E R ✨✨

📣 Sound on for SPIRITUAL GLITTER✨

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HeyCloie has been hitting the road in search of meaningful art & community! 

Art = Joy & Perspective

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It’s one of the great unifiers. To me, anyway.

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New York City.

How wonderful to be back in your arms.

Pictured left: a view from Ripley-Grier rehearsal studios

An impromptu “Summertime” in Spring.

with: Tyler Leak (drums), Kris Funn (upright bass), Tommy Holladay (guitar)

Sitting in on a live session at the well-established DC hot spot.

A view from a bridge.

Literally.

Pictured right: a moment on the road headed to New York

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I love the idea of creating on-the-go

Freedom is so important in creating — finding that he key is to always be ready. We’re perfecting our mobile kit, but here’s our setup from our latest stop-n-drop ART-ing.

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Came for the protest--

Washington DC

A friend of mine asked me the other day what I mean when I said “spiritual glitter”. I told her that, to me, “spiritual glitter” is anything that makes your heart sing. A moment or mood of such emotional buoyancy, it forces you to to stop, drop, and shake your ass — demands your shoulders to move — THAT is spiritual glitter to me.

When your tastebuds get kissed by something delicious — spiritual glitter✨

Anytime I hear Prince’s “Purple Rain” — spiritual glitter✨

⬅️ ⬅️ Twerking in a ball gown — spiritual glitter✨

When you find gas under $4/gal and there is NO line — spiritual glitter✨

I could continue — and I will — just not right now. Right now, I want to re-introduce this section of the HeyCloie art space as SPIRITUAL GLITTER. Same mood: vlogcast vibes dedicated to empowerment, authenticity, and good times. Also calling it “The Weekly” at this point feels inauthentic. Not because I don’t want to share regularly (because I do and will again). It’s that right now I’m focused on LIVING into a moment before I try to capture or translate it — the good, the bad, and the indifferent. In this world of immediate gratification, fear-pandering, and capitalism overload, I’m finding a certain freedom in that pause before speaking. It’s like feeling into an inhale— experiencing a thing fully before flooding an airstream with half-baked experience. I don’t do it for the ‘gram. I do it for the healing.

I’m also learning that it’s important to bear witness to self in moments of great change. Yes, we all want the external validation that can come from being seen or “picked” by others, it’s human. I think we sometimes forget that we have to honestly bear witness to ourselves, first and foremost— the good, the bad, the indifferent. Otherwise how can we ask it of others? It’s hard to demand that the world see and celebrate you if you’re not able to do it for yourself. And of course there’s the other side — becoming so locked away in “self” that we miss (or dismiss) the world around us. It’s a balance, baby. But how to find it? How to maintain it?

So I have been practicing what I preach — holding my whole self — the good , the bad, the indifferent. I’ve been minding my emotional gaps in a glow up energy space and slaying dragons — that sh*t takes energy and an attention to detail. It’s wonderful, it’s scary, it’s so many things — and some days are better/easier than others. Sometimes there are leaps, sometimes I’m just wiggling a toe, but hey — movement is movement. And yet, I maintain the focus. Not to get it “right'“ or “wrong,” but to get it true. To me, that requires being as present as I possibly can. To see and set my own table. To move my right foot then my left foot, consciously picking the doors I’m walking through in any house I enter. Why? Because although a house may have many posts, many lintels, many entrances, and many exits, I believe that we can only go through ONE door at a time. Unless it’s a double door. Or revolving. But you get the picture — we still gotta do that dance — gotta favor an opening in order to get through it.

Anyway. So much more to come, and I couldn’t be more excited to share. Not to tease…but maybe a little?

In the meantime, believe this: Whatever work you’ve been putting in, know it’s taking root — and that it requires your focus and energy to help it grow. One moment at a time. Yes, it might only be a sprout today, but one day soon it’ll be a whole damn tree.

Go you. Go me. Go us. THAT is spiritual glitter.

xo - Cloie

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Ghost lights be like—

A beautiful BTS moment in Cleveland, OH

Popped over to “the Buckeye State” to catch the opening night of Macbeth.

Grabbed this gorgeous moment that had nothing to do with the show. Wasn’t even in this theater.

Gotta celebrate a discovery.

And sometimes the celebration, itself, turns into a discovery.

I ordered my martini (Tito’s: up, dry, olives) and it came back looking like a whole snack. Had to capture.

Stayed for the cherry blossoms.

Wasn’t intended, but this setup caught my eye and I had to take a sip.

Call Me Crazy 💅🏾⚡️

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on that note…

** In process mode ON**

Here’s a little raw, unmixed concept draft I’ve been noodling this week: a cover of '“Dream On” by the classic rock group, Aerosmith.

This is how I’m teaching myself music production — one baby step at a time, one concept draft at a time. 🫢🥹

Next up: I take this idea and build out a real version in a studio with a producer + sound engineer.

I’m learning that the key to dream-building is consistency, not perfection. These are the reps. One small step. You got this.

I’d rather show up and show out daily at 80% than not at all, sitting by the phone waiting for perfection to call. Show up to the practice consistently, and mastery will inevitably follow.

Listen to the original “Dream On” HERE.

Q: What magical steps are you taking towards your dream(s) this week? Comment below!

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IT’S #nokings DAY‼️

Do you know where your protest is?

Hear ye, hear ye! It’s Saturday, March 28 — we’re all being pissed together and we’re taking it to the streets.

Join your local chapters, groups, and organizations to support the cause — end the chaos and heal what’s broken. No dictators, no kings, no fascists, no traitors, no racists, no idiots, no bullshit.

The only way out is through — united we stand.

#StrongerTogether

To find a NO KINGS event near you click HERE.

Saturday, 3/28 — let these mu’f*ckas know that WE run the show.

The revolution.

…and they said it wouldn’t be televised.

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But like… just what IF the thing you’ve been brewing into became a full cup of tea — strong, real, and satisfying? But the trouble was in connecting the dots between where you were starting and where you wanted to go?

OR

You have an idea of where you want to go, but you’re feeling murky — clouded by life, perhaps, or scared, or caught up in an “I don’t know” cycle. So you just HAPPENED to take that “stupid” class, or call a new friend, or pick up a camera… why? Because why not? You’ve tried tried the other way(s) and they’re not working — they led you here.

And that’s when things change. Maybe even become a little interesting? Things definitely become a little scary when Madame Possibility enters the picture. And when you declare it into existence, it becomes the most terrifying thing of all.

“I’m going to get my degree!”

“I’m going to start my business!”

“I’m going to feel fierce every time I leave the house!”

(Sound familiar?)

But it feels good to declare, so you declare it again in a new way, you daring little devil, you. And then another way. And then another. Until the thing you’ve been declaring, dreaming into, through one small action at a time, takes it’s first steps into being.

So what IF you take another step? That’s like really insane…right? Yeah, that’s crazy….but why?

BECAUSE: what IF you have no money, or your support system at home is a bit lacking? HOW to move the needle when your job has no boundaries, or YOU have no boundaries and this “adulting” thing is not at ALL what they described? OR what if you’ve forgotten how to dream altogether— you’ve given it all away for far less than you’re worth? What if all you needed was permission…could you give it to yourself?

That’s the beauty of a dream — they can be crazy AND they can be the most real things we know. Especially, when they sit with us, haunt us, leap back to memory at the most unexpected moments. Cinderella says, “A dream is a wish your heart makes.” I couldn’t agree more. To me, dreams are like words — the spells we cast in order to make something happen. DREAMS feel like the images of the words that we, (maybe) cannot or chose not to say — to do, to share. That’s why photos don’t lie. People lie, real, unedited pictures do not — they’re worth a 1,000 words, remember?

And so it is with this photo — taken in the streets of London by Teammate/Lover/Button, designed by the fabulous folks of Little Rebel Writer Co — a mock-up of a magazine. A really pretty placeholder or foreshadowing of what’s to come? I don’t know — it’s murky…but maybe?

So what IF it worked out? And that dream gained a little traction? Whatever that looks like. And then one day (hopefully) I’ll look back at that breadcrumb trail and go,

“Deeyum. I think I’ll have that tea now.”

That’s like….

That’s crazy right?

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There's so many talented artists in this world -- here's one of them: Ryan Buck (Olympia, Washington).

The prompt was simple: superhero, alternate identity. 

The rest was history. Art history. Thank you to Ryan for being our first community share! Stay tuned for more from this artist and this series.

For more on Ryan Buck ➡️ @gogetemcomics.bsky.social

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Introducing

⬅️ HeyCloie on the Road

…because I love adventure.

📣 Sound on

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My Own Private (Boise) Idaho: Part III - The Wrap Up

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I was feeling naughty and rebellious so I popped in for a glass of wine + snack around lunch time (but pre-show 🤫😈).

Had this place on my list since day one, and with my Boise time wrapping up, I had to hit it - it didn’t disappoint. This cozy little French-inspired spot was so delicious it turned my “snack” into a full-on meal. I’ve been known as “Two Meal Taylor” in certain circles, when the eating has gotten good. Terroir brought TMT back out, and in her chewing dress.

⬅️ ⬅️ terroir bistro

A view down a barrel

I got there just as they opened. Because I love a bar all to myself.

Steak Tatare

Bison served with truffle fries & frisée. Paired with a Gruner Veltliner white wine.

Just a little bump

You know, to take the edge off.

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The Alley Lounge ➡️ ➡️

Boise, ID

I’ve always wanted a bat-cave lair. Looks like I’ve found it in The Alley Lounge.

My final night, just after closing PRIMARY TRUST, I found myself at the bar of the Alley Lounge — an intimate reflective space, part watering hole, part Black history museum, listening to Marcus, the shop’s proprietor, artfully spinning vintage vinyl. He was curating the vibe while taking requests, making suggestions, and serving up the most perfect Ethiopian beer I’d come to love.

I’d been contemplating so many things that night at the bar — like you do when approaching any ending or beginning. I sat and processed, Marcus cleaned up for the night, unbothered that my friends and I had wandered in close to closing. We all discussed where we were headed and where we’ve been — Nina Simone asking, “Are you ready Black people?”Lauryn Hill echoing in the background. Both artists contributing heavily to my ‘70s/’90s POV, this album served as the spiritual mash-up I didn’t know I needed — until I was halfway through. Just one of those moments, I guess.

We packed up to go. Without a beat, Marcus said, “thank you for seeing me” and gave me this gift — his copy of The Miseducation of Eunice Waymon. The condition being that I find a way to share it — to “pay if forward” by spinning it myself, somewhere, and in my own way. So this is the first installation of me doing just that — spinning the story of this album. How it found its new home — with me — and at a time when I needed it most.

So a special shout-out to one of my new homes, The Alley Lounge. Thank you for seeing the people of your community and letting yourself be seen in return.

📣 SOUND ON

“Thank you for seeing me. This is is for you,” Marcus says to me — handing me a record, the copy of “The Miseducation of Eunice Waymon” that we’d been listening to earlier. I was shocked.

For those that don’t know, The Miseducation of Eunice Waymon is a concept record by Amerigo Gazaway, a mash-up of the famed Lauryn Hill album (with a dash of the Fugees), floating samples from the beloved Eunice Waymon (aka Nina Simone) — no chaser.

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Beer goggles at the end of the road…

And we still look like a Hip-hop band. Go us.

Endings are never easy. This one was no different. So, I consider this a transition into the “what’s next” of it all when it comes to me and Boise.

It was like the date set-up that you didn’t expect to enjoy. The more time you spend with them, the more you love them, and you eventually learn just how much you’ve come to understand and appreciate each other.

I appreciate you, Boise.

Your city left me wanting more and in completely unexpected ways. So thank you for that, you wonderfully weird little gem of an adventure oasis. Thank you for welcoming me and for sharing a piece of your heart with me — hopefully I did the same. I love your art. I love your people. I love your beer. And your mayor is rad.

Let’s do this again soon.

Top left pictured from left to right: Cloie Wyatt Taylor, Malcolm Barrett, Ben Cain

Above: Cast of PRIMARY TRUST from left to right: Cloie Wyatt Taylor, Thomas Paul, Malcolm Barrett, David Anthony Smith, Ben Cain