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Following are some of my musings, and through the accompanying imagery hopefully they touch a cord by way of synergy.

The courage to let go.

The courage to let go.

Probably the most courageous thing we can do is to entertain another belief. Another perspective. We feel an existential “loss of balance”, fearing that by examining another belief, we have to believe it first, or we will be lost in free fall. That’s probably why most of us can’t entertain another perspective; we hold on tight, and continue to try to see it from this nice safe place. You won’t see anything new, without the courage to leave, even if only temporarily, our comfortable, familiar and safe place. We don’t have to believe something to examine it…but we do have to let go of our firm grasp on our current perspective. Try it. You won’t fall.

Only the Spirit can Realize.

Only the Spirit can Realize.

“In the end I’ll know…but on the way I wonder” ~Cat Stevens
I’ll always remember that lyric, but I think its truth is often over looked.
Believing is the result of theorizing, and as such…it’s just a mental game. The mind feels, at first, curious… maybe lost, maybe lonely; it has to figure this shit out. Why is this one way, and that another way? What is the truth? What should I believe? It’s always worth remembering…that analysis, like dissection, is an aggressive act…resulting in the death of the observed. We take a life to find out what life is! How could that ever work?
In all our mental dissections, we create borders, boundaries and beliefs…and call it truth. Nothing you can ever think is the truth…any more than you can get wet from the word “Water”.
Our beliefs give us comfort in a sea of uncertainty…but at the price of dividing us all, and dissecting humanity.
Ultimately, the spirit will realize truth, but until then…I’ll be wary of beliefs.

Elders.

Elders.

When society lived directly from the land, we knew that we may or may not survive, there were no guarantees, and “fair” had no meaning. Our best chance came from our elders, for they had accumulated all of the wisdom of survival passed down for generations, and their compassion and knowledge was seen as the treasure that it was, and they were treated as the most valuable of our society. We looked at them with reverence, and they looked to us with hope. Now, we’ve become a society of children, obsessed with trinkets, blind to the true treasure that we warehouse away, and condemn to twilight years filled with bingo and loneliness. Not all of us, though. not me, and I have a feeling, not you either. Let’s wake the rest up…

I am your warrior.

I am your warrior.

I don’t need you to think like me, look like me, or live by me. I will fight for your right to live your truth, make your music, and complete your journey.
I’ll be right by your side, on the ready.
even if it is not my journey.
But..
If you stand for limiting another’s journey, if you stand for limiting another’s dreams. if you stand for hatred, judgement or violence simply because something is different from you,
then I wont be there.
Then, you walk with karma.
At least you’re not alone…

Time to start again.

Time to start again.

Your beliefs hold no weight and are subject to change. It’s quite possible that most of human tragedy has been caused by conflicting beliefs.
They used to believe the sun circled the Earth.
Facts are relative only to where you currently stand, which is always moving. Your opinions don’t mean shit.
Your actions determine most of your outcomes.
If you doubt, Go to the wilderness and try convincing that charging Grizzly bear that it is your opinion is that bears shouldn’t attack people…its not Fair.
I’m sure he will listen.

Many thanks to my wilderness expert Joe Carichner for the photo.

Revelations.

Revelations.

We are taught since youth to do the right things, develop the right habits, and build a good life. As words are only as good as their interpretation, perhaps stating the formula for a successful life in this way does more harm than good, for maybe we are not building at all…
Maybe life is more like sculpting; not an additive process at all, but a subtractive one, where unessential layers are peeled back, or chipped away- revealing what was hiding inside all along.
Perhaps this seems like too passive an approach to life…as if we didn’t struggle, we would succumb to laziness and passivity.
I think you would have to look long and hard to find a lazy sculptor. Rather, they watch…they look…they feel for the right stroke that will reveal the masterpiece that lies in every block of wood, every slab of marble.
Maybe observing our lives is the most productive thing we can do.

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