Reconnecting

I have this recurring thought/feeling. Something strange happened when humans started owning land. We developed a disconnected relationship to it. I don't remember what it was like before, but I can only imagine. Something in my core still wants to roam as if there were no fences. That same instinct wants the knowledge of indigenous peoples, the connection with the earth. I want the feeling that I get when I squish my bare feet into the sand and feel the swish of waves on the shore, the breeze, and the elements speaking to me. My spirit wants to hear the voice of the Earth Spirit. Before we started building boxes and cubes and mazes, computers, cubicles, living rooms, and parking lots; there was a roundness a whole. I don''t want to feel compartmentalized all the time. I want to feel whole, holy, wholly.

Company I Keep

Scenario: I passed my shiny ball to a friend, a hopeful, smiled joyfully as it bounced back a couple times. I passed the ball and looked on as my hopeful candidate dropped the ball several times, grew distracted and quit playing. I tried to juggle on my own, knowing well that if I stopped the balls would vanish. My arms grew tired. I watched the game die, the balls perish. Sad and disappointed, I put the game away and started walking backwards. 

It is essential to have people around you who inspire you. 

So many art movements were created not by a single entity but through a dialogue between fellow artists bouncing off ideas, energies, research, discussions, styles, and techniques. So lets say inspiration is in the form of a ball or several balls that must constantly stay in motion or they parish. Rarely is there a single person juggling balls - catching and throwing at herself into eternity. Lone juggler, ugh. A better picture is a dynamic created by a pair, then a group forming a circle perhaps passing balls, tossing throwing, catching and bouncing around and around for a shared experience, a game. Jogar like the roda in capoeira.  The game is the key, taking turns and keeping the motion going, building up the energy, making rhythms, all in life = the game of life.

Constant motion is important. The laws of inertia apply to inspiration. Energy like light can be carried in a wave. In this game called inspiration - motion must have momentum, to gain momentum there must be motivation.No one player alone can be solely responsible for motivating other players in times of need. That is why it is vital that one keeps the right company. If you see that a player keeps dropping the ball and won't or can't contribute to the game, they need to get out of the circle. The circle is the place where inspiration moves, where the energy and momentum keep going, and the people the players keep flowing.

Seashell

I speak to you in ocean,
you pull upon my shore
I call to you in lighthouse fog
you pull back even more.

I heard the tales of whale song
your name upon their sound
when I hoist my sails up
seagulls caw back aloud.

Upon horizons
where distant lands tease the sea
a bluish haze of promises
we sail toward destinies.

Separated by winds and waters blue,
by vessels and empty pairs,
our song continues through natures breath
as solace never dares

Let the storms brew, the fires burn,
the ocean churn and smoke spew
Whilst no one waits we move 
flow and ebb as graceful dancers do


Look to the sky and follow the hearts beat
to where the sun burns brightest
Here where our paths again meet
time like water falls away as we kiss

Reminder Research Can Be My Friend

Research - A) to make sure my brilliant idea hasn't been done before   B) to find out how a similar product, service, idea was developed; their methods processes, etc.,  C) to find tools and structures that will be of use to prevent extra work "don't reinvent the wheel" D) for inspiration  E) to be able to articulate my niche

It is

Love grows like weeds through cement, like light seeping into dark corridors. It doesn't appear strong it just is.

 

 

Today

Last night, I was once again inspired by the wise and impassioned words of my Mestre.
In his shouted speech he told us not to waste time planning for tomorrow, not to wait to do what we can do now. He said get up and move - do what needs to be done, NOW. Now, today is our time. So with two feet planted together we all in variable explosions went from lying position, rocked our bodies up-feet under buttocks, arms thrusting us forward, we stood, jumped, and pulled our knees toward our chests in mid-air.

So, here is my view. NOW, because the mind likes to trick you into thinking that thinking is a sufficient and productive act.  But those stuck in their minds just atrophy in life. If you aren't out there risking embarrassment and failure, then you have no chance to succeed. That is why - I exclaim that I will be a doer, a shaker and a mover. Not just a thinker and a talker. I know that I am great at coming up with ideas and talking about them, but shit that train doesn't take you off the track. I am sick and tired of being a survivor. I know I can survive and make it in the world.

I will work to fit into my new identity move from surviving - being able to eat, clothe and shelter myself - I will actualize my dreams, my goals. I will be successful. I will rise above the  line from A to B, eat sleep shit and work in someone else's job structure. I will create my own way to love what I do and get fucking paid for it, and paid well.


With that said, I'm going to work on some T-shirt designs. LOVE, INSPIRE, LIVE and get that ass moving.

The Distance

My lover - I feel your presence behind me, so close in proximity the heat of your skin touches me, yet you do not.
My lover - I feel the warmth of your breath as the tones leave your lips and wave gently onto my ear.
To know the sensations in memories - alive still each day, each breath.
You continue - as ocean tides - as whispered breezes, as sweet shivers of skin, and smiles on screen.
Inspiring me even in the distance, the cool distance, that echos loves song.