Friday, May 22, 2009

It's already June

Side note: I've decided to leave the title "it's already June" because it furthers my point of intangible time. I wrote this post in JUNE, it is almost November. Gulp.

Here we are. We got "here" so fast. My here is wholly different than your here but regardless we are all striving to live "successfully" in our little here worlds. HERE HERE!! I placed "successfully" in quotations because let's face it, everyone seems to have a unique definition of success. Many of these definitions are sadly delusional, they have been ingrained since birth from the media or your peers. We fall into beliefs that often aren't deep down our own and sometimes without even realizing... we live other peoples lives.

I've been reflecting a lot on the last year (where did it go? It was June and now i'm finally posting this in Ocotber). Where does any of the time go? It seems we are always saying "Oh man, it's already June (or october)" or "I can't believe we've already hit summer (or fall/ winter--hence the snow that just came knockin' on our door rather early this past weekend)" or "Where did this year go". We just love commenting on the fast pace cycle of life. Around and around we go, it never stops and yet it will. It will end abruptly or maybe it will creep upon us like a winters chill (burrrrrrrr) allowing us to reflect on our achievements, regrets. Daily we struggle to plan, grasping at the idea of security. The hope of guarantee is a comforting thought. The hope that if you work really hard you will reap the benefits. The hope that if you love someone with all your heart that they will love you back just as much. The hope that if you make healthy mind and body decisions that you will remain disease free. The hope, the hope, the hope. The impossibility of guarantees is one big pile of depressing but I believe it can somewhat be overcome by living in this "here" moment and living the very best you know how. Don't put things off for later, later might never come.

Here we are and It's already October.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

I awake each day with a new sunrise

I felt a strong urge to express my unconditional love for Brett Dennen in hopes that his music will also bring you the deep joy and reflection of existence, devotion, and self discovery. If I could only transform my feelings into words half as brilliantly as he. You won't check him out on, you won't... ;)

A collection of my favorite Dennen lyrics:

"and there's enough wealth for everyone but some have the most and most have some and there's enough food for us all to flourish tell me why are so many malnourished you say this weakness in an empty pocket, no and I'll tell you this weakness in an empty heart and you say there's strength in the power to control and I'll tell you no, there's strength in only love and compassion"

"desert moonrise, into the night
before we lay our heads
I wish to walk under the splendorous starlight
sing so sweetly, it’s the sweetest sound
and I’ve become weak in the knees
and I drop down and kiss the ground
and all my cares lie far below
in this earth I wish to die
in this hearth my fire grows"

"i knew my reality was clearly defined
by the fences put up around my mind
i watched them thicken into walls over time
taller than any boarder line
i saw civilizations deemed insignificant
i saw people's history tatooed on their skin
i saw families taken from their land
dynasties shattered and stolen

and i asked when... is a revolution
i asked when... is a revolution"

"life is so precious it's as fragile as a dream
and in a moment we all grow our wings"

"See, when you forgive your imperfections
And you’ve auctioned all your clothes
And look to see your true reflection
You will be the one who loves you the most"

"I don't feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit.
I cant get used to my bodys limits.
I got some fancy shoes to try and kick away these blues.
They cost a lot of money but they arent worth a thing.
I wanna free my feet from the broken glass and concrete.
I need to get out of this city.
Lay apon the ground stare a hole in the sky,
wondering where I go when I die."

"The wind blows wild and i may move
But politicians lie and I am not fooled
You don't need no reason or a three piece suit, to argue the truth
The air on my skin and the world under my toes
Slavery is stitched into the fabric of my clothes
Chaos and commotion wherever I go
Love, I try to follow

Love will come set me free"