Sarcasm like violence, like war, is a cruel master. The ripping of flesh, it cuts both ways. Be careful. Stay away from the tiniest quip, flip remark, lest you hurt yourself and others. Be kind. Be respectful. Hold onto your sensitivity, your awareness that life is precious. This is your heart. Take care, allow others and yourself to dream and bless it all a thousand times.
Amberly Foreman at Carry-Le-Rouet, France
Each of us whole beings, our wholeness comprised of individual, discreet, yet not separate, but interrelated units, cells, creating, nerve, brain, body, spirit, person is systemic. And further as we gather together as bodies, persons, spiritual beings, we create an even larger systemic, covering the earth and extending, due to our crystalline nature, an organized whole which we call the Kosmos. Still our egos, our reliance on self as persistent as it is, as real as it may seem is not only imaginary but complete folly. We are not alone, nor are we autonomous, far from it, as causal beings, we are only relevant when we engage in our wholeness, which is the interaction with other, ourselves and our planet. Our ability to transcend and inform ourselves based on the health of our universe, seeing itself back as an indication and the necessity for change…
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When you make a commitment and you show up, you are signaling the universe. Totality is looking for men and women of their word. So when this theatre needs to be built or that flock of birds nesting ground needs saving, it knows who to call. When you are able to respond, be responsible, when you show up, so does your life. The universe conspires to make things happen, because it knows you. It knows you will respond. That’s how dreams come true. One commitment after another.
On this day, we honor a man who believed. He saw a non-violent world and spoke of his vision without fear or apology. He had a dream. This dream compelled him to change the hearts of a nation. As we reflect on who he was and what he stood for, it is my most humble belief that he would have us remember, that we too must dream. Today, will you stand? Will you believe and allow your visions to manifest despite fear? Will you allow yourself to be moved to action? Are you ready to announce to yourself, to the world, that you, you have a dream? Will you honor Martin Luther King, Jr today? Will you dream with the fierce pride your heart deserves? Will you dream?
Inside this box; the mind, rules and laws, beliefs, contracts with culture, (cult you are), opinions, judgment, there’s no air, legs cramped, my neck hurts and my shoulders are up to my ears. My third eye, the intuit, heart wanders, making me stand, chin above the corners. I’m ready. Or not. Looking out makes me dizzy. Circles, organisms, real life out there and when I breath the oxygen floats like water, moving, living, alive. Shit. If I jump I die. But if I don’t jump this mind crap is going to kill me. Die to my old self or plummet into the abyss. Death or death. I gotta jump. My life is out there. Liquid. Flowing, beyond the box, beyond the mind. JUMP. For fuck sake JUMP.
It circles, quiet, the barest emission of air, so sleek the sun glints off it, as if off a window. Nearly unseen, yet there, palpable, inherent, missable, yet present. Organically we respond, allowing it, believing it, download it as feeling, as truth. The mind. That nuisance, creating angst and fear. Idiotic. That I feed it. Today it fasts. Today, I let my heart guide, my love illuminate the dark.