The Beauty Within, Under the Skin

Life is Art. And beauty comes in so many shapes and forms. I notice that often when I look at people, I almost feel like i am looking at a painting in an art gallery.

Often the things that are stereotypically thought of as “beautiful” don’t attract me or excite my adoration as much as the features that many of us are trained to think of as “things to fix” or “flaws”

Zero F*cks to Give, Learning to Live

It’s such an amazing feeling to witness the tangible results of actively being a meticulous curator of your own experience. Self-sourcing from deep within, instead of seeking externally. It’s not that i “Give No F*cks” anymore, it’s just,… basically, that …i simply Have No F*cks Left to Give

Trips to Thailand, yours and MyLand

it’s amazing being in a Buddhist country, where the sound of Ohm seems to permeate the air, coming out of the establishments I pass as I walk down the street.

I can feel my inner (subliminal, accidental) american attitudes become so glaringly blatant … and then just melt away…

It is a surrender of the density of intensity and anxiety that cakes us like a silent shroud in the states, no matter how much effort we put in to cope with it

Porcupines and Triggered Spines (transcending defensive reactions)

Inner wounds. Triggers. Reactivity.

In our lives, I imagine many of us have experienced certain traumatic circumstances.

I used to often journal in my early 20’s that “it is a daily struggle to maintain my innocence in this crazy world.” Once we have our destination coordinates set, our arrival there is inevitable. Patience, patience … Virtue, Virtue

Music video for my song “The Seer”

Here’s a music video I made for my song, “The Seer”. I just pop my HD flipcam in my pocket where ever I go, and when i see a location that strikes my fancy, I plop down my little guerilla tripod, pull out my iPhone as a music source, and shamelessly dance and lip synch my way around various locations along with songs I’ve recorded.

Looks at books, enveloping hooks

There is just nothing like the woody, pulpy feel of turning pages beneath fingertips… the enveloping arc of character development … the all-consuming power of Story. In a portable package you can lug around. This is my favorite addiction.

constructive criticisms, productive perspective prisms

When I ask someone I respect for constructive criticism on a craft that they have mastered, that I am trying to learn – I absolutely love receiving the feedback! I’m not shy. I’m not proud. I don’t want to be right, I want to grow and absorb the condensed nugget of their wisdom

We had to be who we were

So often these moments of self loathing creep in to try and drag us out of the present. But we must not let them. We must accept every step along our path. Thank goodness for growth. Thank goodness for lessons. Thank goodness for the journey that brought us here. Now.

Because this is the only place worth being. In this moment.