fear no art
Commit to telling your stories in faithful matrimony of the most polyamorous kind because -- let us face it -- we have many stories, with many layers, and each one is The One -- so let us just keep it hush-hush and get on with it.
Remember the only rule: that there really are no rules. Freedom is uncertainty. Freedom is the questions. Freedom is the open road, all exits yours for the taking, as you whirl on by them toward the abyss, your trail of fire blazing.
The artistic medium serves well as a stronghold, from where we can develop and refine creative expression. As such, I found a stronghold in my paralysis, to internally create a spiritually supporting mind/body, and free it from reactive influence through artistic application.
Each moment that any of us (and I mean any of us) sit in meditation, say a prayer, practice Yoga, count a mala or rosary bead, or even, simply take a mindful breath while skateboarding, hiking, making love or rocking out at a concert, truly benefits all beings.
I found music to be the fastest and most efficient way to connect to Source, or what yogis call the Naad, or Brahma Nada, or the Sound Current. And I knew when I’d tapped into it because it felt like pure bliss and freedom. Or, it sometimes felt uncomfortable… because it was showing me how I ...
Do we dare to let our hungers dry up and be contented with who we are, with what we have? Do we dare to start feeling good, Divine, exactly where we are right now? Or do we make up conditions on how it’s supposed to look or feel or what enough-ness and creativity is for us?
Among other timely reminders to “stop the emotional propaganda of feeling manipulation” and “become your own existential detective,” while on my way to be hanged, George Bernard Shaw tapped me gently on the shoulder. I thought I was seeing a ghost.