David Lynch died a day or two ago.He had one of my favorite quotes having to do with any kind of art. “You drink coffee, you paint, you smoke cigarettes and that’s it” ........... listening or viewing art in any form creates a portal that shuts down the brain for a second.It allows pure thought. Art penetrates your brain’s endless conversations and allows a clear moment. IN the creation of art the portals open longer .Getting lost in the process of creation is the gift to the artist.All else is fluff. I suggest all my friends do something creative.It doesn’t matter even a little what it is.You know you are doing it right when the concept of good or bad does not enter into it.If you are unfortunate enough to be around a bunch of judgy mopes their own unhappiness is punishment enough.
Dodging arrows of anger or hatred. Jealousy or judgement. Creating shields of protection.Some arrows rip your heart wide open and leave you in a corner to bleed out.Some take years to heal the wound .Some stay in you as a constant reminder of this or that. Some kill you.The spiritual warrior’s time is not wasted hiding from the arrows creating a fancy defence.They let the arrow pass through them. Understanding the arrow’s poison is generally made worse by the stories we connect to it. Sometimes the warrior can even have the ability to have compassion for the archer. Kinda like the cool hippie who said “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”
150,000 people will die today. 150,000 people will die tomorrow and the day after and the day after that.If you are not one of them, enjoy the weekend.
Past, present and future all appear at the intersection of pregnant.Nothing is more beautiful, fierce, brave and cranky than pregnant.Take good care of the pregnant ones.They take good care of all of us.
Bridgett Fonda of Dirty Dancing fame was a superstar for a SHORT while. She decided since she was a movie star she needed a perfect nose. After her medically altered ‘perfect nose’ was on her face her career tanked. She was almost unrecognizable. In her pursuit of perfection her charm and quirkiness was ended in the fans eyes by a surgeon’s scalpel. Embrace imperfection.Nothing is wrong with you. White washing anything is terribly boring. It’s an awful goal.Its not that you need to be different just yourself. The concept of wabi sabi embracing the imperfect is an aesthetic and a philosophy worth further understanding. Not to stop Improving whatever. Just learning to rest in the imperfect is much more important. Pursuing Perfect [which is non-existent anyway] gets in the way of the essence of what makes you maginicient in the first place.
Happy Thanksgiving Peace on Earth
There is a cheese from France named Epoisses.It’s a soft cow’s milk cheese with an edible washed rind made with Burgundy wine.It is so pungent it is outlawed to be eaten in public spaces in France.When Pam buys me cheese for my Birthday she forgets which one smells like a drunk next morning at a frat house and I she buys it for me. Of course I love it and even in a bag in the fridge you can still smell it.The last nail in my heart stents came last night when I made myself some cheese and crackers and brought it into the bedroom to watch a movie with Pam.That will be the last time she buys me Epoisses ever again. So not only does “the rat stand alone” and “ The cheese stand alone” but also Adam stands alone.................... on the porch finishing his cheese.
We are thin canoes of peace floating in oceans of chaos. We use everything we possibly can to distract the ocean’s waves from coming over the sides of the boat.We have small distractions like a Big mac or large distractions like relationships.We have no fault of our own distractions like health or geography.We spend most of our days bailing water out of the canoes to stay afloat. By either practical means like earning money or by eating a Big Mac [avoiding is part of temporarily stopping the waves] we are bailing 24/7 so the canoe floats. The spiritual warrior turns to the ocean and says Come and get me mother f**ker. He throws his bucket and oars into the wake and stops bailing. Does this sound like giving up ? Yes it is.The warrior realizes that once you stop bailing the ocean disappears on its own.The waves still hit but they have no more power.By realizing your powerlessness it makes you the most powerful of all.
The ocean life guard as a last resort may punch the drowning person in the face and swim away so they don’t drown along with them in the panic. The ER doctor treating a mangled child must not cry into the wounds.They need to do their work.Your personal balance MUST take precedence above all else. Today will trigger millions of people including me.Anger rage sadness fear ALL of it will come up.Your personal equanimity needs to be valued above all else.Today I plan on making a nice dinner.Maybe imbibing and watching things unfold like I am in a movie theater watching the movie.The next step in spiritual growth is watching myself in the movie theater watching the movie.[this is called watching the watcher] While we are directly involved in our lives if you can take a half of a step back and observe your involvement this can lead to shock and awe. You are watching yourself watching the movie.Have you ever heard a famous person refer to themselves in the third person. ‘The hulkster is gonna rip his head off” They are very clear about building a false narrative. A character. If the day ever comes that you break free of the tremendous complicated facade you have created and crack open to what’s real you will feel like you are in a parallel universe. In the meantime protect your equanimity, especially today.
The Morpho blue butterflies lifespan is around 2 weeks. Based on any cosmic math, that two weeks is equivalent to the 80 years you may or may not get.Spend it.Eat it. See it. What are you wa
A couple of years ago I was sitting by a marsh on Long Island and out of the weeds floats this carnival of a bird. I was sure it was an art installation of some sort or a lost crazy decoy.As soon as I realized it was a living thing it was gone. I have never seen a more colorful and beautiful living thing before or since. It’s a Wood Duck..This quiet murky dark green swamp and shaaboom. It was like sitting in a desolate corn field in pitch black and suddenly a silent firework blew up over your head. I learned it looked this way to attract a mate.Once he does [Yes HE in the animal world it’s the males that get the bright color.] he molts into a more demure character. Most beauty is more muted than the wood duck.I found once you drop the inner narrative a bit the beauty is the old lady in the supermarket or the shape of an aged bridge. A perfect pie or a giant tree.It stops mattering once the channel is opened. All you need to see through this lens is get rid of all the filters.What’s left is sometimes magnificent.