Flight 180

this is ridiculously amazing when you learn that it's made entirely of glitter.

and this is just beautiful.

I'm not artist but I like looking at beauty. and I like Bishop Allen.

Moon Chasing

first ride of the season

Nobody fucks with the Jesus!

I want to live where the green grass grows.

There's nothing like a freshly mowed lawn and the smell of cut grass.

anticipatory laughter

definition:
the giggling noises and spastic movements that your three year old niece makes when you wiggle your fingers and approach a tickling stance but before actually making any physical contact with the child.

i encourage everyone to explore anticipatory laughter.

7:16 AM

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asking the wrong questions.

el poder de la risa

Moby - Run On

ho brah'

My friend from the islands once told me I have itchy feet.
I do.

I'm feeling it a lot these days. I have trouble settling in. Staying put. My feet are itchy and I often think that the islands are calling me. But sometimes itchy feet is actually just loneliness.

I like the guy on the uke, he's all checking out the scenery.

auroras

i've been reading a bit about the northern lights. i had a nice chat with a gentleman who lives in my town and he mentioned how spectacular the auroras are.

on a road trip when i was in college my friend pulled the car over in the middle of the night and pointed to something that he believed were the northern lights. not sure if they were and i pretended at the time that i knew what in the hell he was talking about.
I didn't.

these are some april-snow covered flowers outside of my work.

reenactment

i couldn't help but shoot this photo of the two long hairs that i missed when i shaved my toe. shoddy shave job. it's not like shaving your legs where there is a large surface area to cover and quite easy to miss a patch. this is a one stroke shave spot. good grief.

Returning to the root chakra

This is my challenge. Refinding my center. Constantly.
Not living in this airy, dreamy, spacy world to which I tend to retreat.
But it's hard not to when I hear lyrics like:
I'm gonna play these strings
And play them against your heartbeat.

When it hurts so bad

I think I'm entirely too watery signed to ever actually be with an artist, emotional type person. I need someone who balances my water, reminds me to be in my root chakra too. But Ryan Adams, guitar and harmonica, lyrics, something about it makes me hurt just a bit.

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"I know you're supposed to be my steering wheel, not just my spare tire."

"Sometimes regret kicks in the second after you take action. You click "send" on an e-mail and immediately cringe, thinking, "Shit, I shouldn't have done that." Of course, by now you're used to living with the consequences of actions like these, but wouldn't it be nice if occasionally your gut instinct would be strong enough to stop you before you commit the faux pas? Luckily, this week, it should be intense enough to keep you from going there, if you're "listening" for it at all. Therefore, stay tuned to your own instincts, and if your gut says "Hold on a second," stop in your tracks."

The story of my life is that I click "send." I'm learning to click "pause" instead. It's a steep learning curve. I read my horoscope pretty regularly. More for reassurance rather than guidance.
But I like to think about what serves as my spare tire and what serves as my steering wheel.

those who know what's up

Been listening to more hip-hop again. Tuning in to those lyrics. Hearing them. Listening.

This guy knows what's up.

I think Speech has always spoken truth and wisdom. This version is four minutes and 20 seconds long. It leaves out the last few beats.

I used to think that Eminem was all hype. Do we get one shot? Maybe with surrender the one shots come along more and more. Fresh and new every time. There's something to be said for losing yourself. I also just appreciate the way he spits rhymes.

I've also been listening to Ani again lately. Homegirl knows what's up. A lot of my twenties have been about not being angry towards my parents. Whew. That's been some kind of work.

does that make me crazy? possibly

there are times in my life when i feel like all song lyrics resonate with me.

and then at times nothing resonates. the vibrations are not in sync with mine. that's ok too.

but listening to the wise Gnarls Barkley yesterday I 100% connected with the description of what I hear as a surrender to absolute crazy.

I remember when, I remember
I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place
Even your emotions have an echo in so much space

Song lyrics are always more resonant through karaoke.

Last night I sang some karaoke. Not Gnarls Barkley and not Bon Jovi but I will next time. Shot through the heart? perhaps the perfect karaoke song.

Karaoke is amazing. doesn't surprise me in the least that karoake is a tradition from Japan.

I'm beyond your peripheral vision

I work at a natural foods grocery store in a small town. So when I go for a late night excursion to the big supermarket in town and purchase the jumbo bag of kettle chips and a pint of ice cream at 10pm on a Sunday night, it's likely that I'll see someone that I know and it makes me chuckle. Caught red-handed.

i AM beyond your Peripheral Vision.

the root chakra

i'm reading about the 7 (or 9) chakras a lot lately. some say that the earth also has chakras. i suppose i can be convinced of most things that can't ever be proven.

i like how the windshield wipers and the tinted area frame the landscape ahead of us on the road.

movement (no reference to my bowels intended)

Blogspot reversed the order of these photos, they're intended to be viewed in ascending rather than descending order.

This is the view from my bed. I love this window, I love those trees, I love that little spot of sky, I love the birds I hear outside my window.

I move a lot and I'll be moving again at the end of this month. This little window has provided me with a different way to look out at the world. It's been a beautiful place to live and I'm thankful for my time there.

Just a few days ago my trees were caked in fresh snow and this morning they are reflecting the glow of the sunrise.

I also poop a lot and talk about it quite a bit as well. But in this case, movement is not about my bowels. Well, not directly.

the spiral upward is really going down

I read a yoga related article not long ago that described this journey through life as a spiral upward. We keep coming back around to almost the same spot on the mountain as we climb up but each time we come around we're at a slightly different point, a slightly different perspective. So though often it seems we're at the same point of frustration or confusion, we're actually there with a different view.

I just read a Buddhist piece that describes this journey actually as a journey down the mountain because if we continue going up we'll supposedly end up at the peak all alone whereas if we move down the mountain we're heading down to join everyone as opposed to living in a false solitude. Its point was that our goal should be more about moving towards living compassionately and lovingly with everyone rather than trying to move away from everything.

I don't think the two mountain descriptions are in contradiction in any way. Just two interesting metaphors.

I also read a chapter in a book about a man who insisted that his friend could do the yoga pose Tadasana or Mountain Pose lying down instead of the traditional standing pose because when he lay down you could see the mountain of his belly facing upwards.

I like mountains.

Right now the mountain in this photo has me on lockdown.