Sunday, July 30 2017

Everyone is born with the creative and communicative tools to produce the life they are born to lead, but it is desire that brings us outward into the dance that is happening when we arrive. From that very point we have choice and circumstance.

The things, or tools, we are born with must be nurtured and cultivated if we want them to survive; ephemeral or abstract concepts teach us not only about the what of who we are, but give us foundational perspectives on life, that are as important as the things we do with this life; by way of the economy, consumption, pleasure, etc…

We are drawn to those who comprehend us because it validates our existence, they perpetuate this thing within us that is inherent, but the people who naturally subvert this are also important. They take our familiarity and ask us to question it. We gain substantial depth of character whenever we can take the time to honestly ask (and attempt to answer) questions that make us uncomfortable, when we can diverge from a justified bias that claims truth by way of a deity.

Looking at people from a lens which only comprehends life through one perspective, finds itself misunderstanding the depth to which people exist and function in the world. Though this incomprehension we take action, and thus, life is affected in the now which creates ripples into a future that we cannot predict. However, a deeper search to understand the source of being itself, might show us that we want similar things, but the problem is that we cannot agree upon what that looks like, or even how we might begin carving a path to get there.

Conflict is a normal part of life. Indoctrinating children, or anyone who is unable to defend or discern or debate their own truth, is not okay with me. We must reach out in a desire to comprehend others, and in turn, feel that our own self is comprehended, before asking anyone to accept the ideology by which we live.

Disrespectful people (or any person), in my opinion, are not grown like fungal matter that only cultures by way of a perfect condition. Disrespect lives on a spectrum of all isms.

It is much more complex than left and right.

In Peace



Sunday, February 26 2017

what movement has presented itself to me as,
is the explicit search for compassion and acceptance,
and growth
both within myself and others
through extension – the reach of an arm,
through touch, through sensitivity,
reflection, intention, perception and
the unfolding and merging of
tremors and silences along the timeline
of all lives as they appear to the world

If I can split my attention
between my sentient being
and my critical mind
I can move past my own judgement or ideal,
that I must be fixed in (or to) personality and form
just as gravity holds me to the earth

That through humanity
and it’s multitudinous experience comes the dance
not the other way around
That the body knows
and the body accepts
without reason
and I guess, when I step onstage
what I am ultimately believing in
or holding onto is
the release of everything I believe
to allow the unexpected to occur / arrive…

feeling good

Written in August during the re-writing distance practice.

go for a walk . put your feet up
pretend you were listening
ask questions, your ego will benefit
practice being oblivious. it’s like being an asshole,
but you can grin while doing it
make friends – with benefits
stay positive
laugh at yourself – nothing is worse than someone
who can’t take a fucking joke
form an opinion about world events
smile at old men who wear socks and sandals
buy organic . follow a blog . read
have a top three for everything
make a  bucket list . listen to classical music
watch sundance movies
keep a journal, but don’t speak about it
slow dance, even if you have no rhythm
don’t start pretending it means something
drink from your favourite mug
refrain from doing drugs
ask for a hug. cry
when you don’t get one
when you can’t come
exert yourself, physically
lose weight
count calories . eat chocolate cake
be a fool for something other than love
because when you fall
you’re bound to be kicked in the stomach