It is a gross waste of energy for there is nothing of any importance on it. Entertain your selves by engaging each other or creating something that dosen't require pollution or mountain top removal as is required to meet the continued demand for electricity.
So may people squable about what we can do. We have no choice; we must do everything possible and we must start now. We must share our lives to encourgae true sacrifice for the truth.
Turn off your TVs, then turn off your computers.
Andrew
12/26/09
12/12/09
12/9/09
Transcending
The Concept of Gandhi Flower was born through my studies of Mohandas Gandhi; how I wanted to carry on the living philosophy of "Be the Change You Wish to See in the World". Gandhi Flower is the blossoming of wisdom.
As a child of the 80's, raised on television, fast food, new cars/clothes/toys, and the idea of 'consuming for happiness', I come from the "American Dream" true and well versed. I have found no easy way to over come the addiction to comfort and convenience that goes hand and hand with a lifestyle of on-demand commodities. The stream of posts leading up to this one are a journal of my thoughts and attentions during the struggle with aligning my moral, theoretical and practical living. Perhaps the most important part, the beginning; my departure from collegiate, professional and personal commitments to cleanse my perspective will remain in the volumes of written poetry and journal entries in the little black books I so faithfully kept on hand in my travels. The summary of those days however would be simple: There is always balance, so you must always let go to maintain. I held on to too much and I had to work so hard to keep everything as it was; An unchanging world- this is not balance.
Transcending
The new adventure: Homesteading.
I will grow a garden to provide healthy food to the community. I will continue to play guitar, climb mountains, sail, cycle, write, paint and will continue to learn new things. I will always start in the garden, and I will always come back to the garden. I have far to go; I am without any means other than desire and my talent. I am drawn to the west (I am in the east currently) and I know very little about growing food, other than you need good soil, water and sun for it to work. Seeds too, you need seeds. And love
I start with nothing; Freedom.
As a child of the 80's, raised on television, fast food, new cars/clothes/toys, and the idea of 'consuming for happiness', I come from the "American Dream" true and well versed. I have found no easy way to over come the addiction to comfort and convenience that goes hand and hand with a lifestyle of on-demand commodities. The stream of posts leading up to this one are a journal of my thoughts and attentions during the struggle with aligning my moral, theoretical and practical living. Perhaps the most important part, the beginning; my departure from collegiate, professional and personal commitments to cleanse my perspective will remain in the volumes of written poetry and journal entries in the little black books I so faithfully kept on hand in my travels. The summary of those days however would be simple: There is always balance, so you must always let go to maintain. I held on to too much and I had to work so hard to keep everything as it was; An unchanging world- this is not balance.
Transcending
The new adventure: Homesteading.
I will grow a garden to provide healthy food to the community. I will continue to play guitar, climb mountains, sail, cycle, write, paint and will continue to learn new things. I will always start in the garden, and I will always come back to the garden. I have far to go; I am without any means other than desire and my talent. I am drawn to the west (I am in the east currently) and I know very little about growing food, other than you need good soil, water and sun for it to work. Seeds too, you need seeds. And love
I start with nothing; Freedom.
12/7/09
poem ( frustrated prose)
I gotta admit
god dammit
truth paints the horizon sun rise, set
I gotta bet truth shines through eyeballs and testicles
it shines straight through the will of man!
I got a woman
I got a famine inspiration to make something dirty
to grow from the abused "bitch mother fucked earth exploding"
mountains crumbling into valleys, for what? TELEVISIONS!
I got a woman all day long
in the garden, singing songs to make kale grow, garlic
Dreams too, like seeds in the soil
you need water, proper PH and love, man
you need love too
broken record;
hippy;
tree hugging loving mothers all over the
earth; the earth
I don't know man, your a beggar without pockets
your always gonna want with that need
find a woman
grow a garden
live your breath
die in real life
I got drunk and never stopped drinking
I got laid down and never got up
come, lie down beside me
in this garden we can both grow
on this mother we can both sew a seed
Ripped and twisted; my memory
gone from blue sky to brown
"you see only the bad things andrew"
Well I can't see through them, teacher
making me learn to look the other way
I got a woman
left me the dirt and I grow on with her famine inspiration; mother Love
god dammit
truth paints the horizon sun rise, set
I gotta bet truth shines through eyeballs and testicles
it shines straight through the will of man!
I got a woman
I got a famine inspiration to make something dirty
to grow from the abused "bitch mother fucked earth exploding"
mountains crumbling into valleys, for what? TELEVISIONS!
I got a woman all day long
in the garden, singing songs to make kale grow, garlic
Dreams too, like seeds in the soil
you need water, proper PH and love, man
you need love too
broken record;
hippy;
tree hugging loving mothers all over the
earth; the earth
I don't know man, your a beggar without pockets
your always gonna want with that need
find a woman
grow a garden
live your breath
die in real life
I got drunk and never stopped drinking
I got laid down and never got up
come, lie down beside me
in this garden we can both grow
on this mother we can both sew a seed
Ripped and twisted; my memory
gone from blue sky to brown
"you see only the bad things andrew"
Well I can't see through them, teacher
making me learn to look the other way
I got a woman
left me the dirt and I grow on with her famine inspiration; mother Love
breathing
"The task of education, understood in a spiritual sense, is to bring the soul-spirit into harmony with the temporal body. Of all the relationships humans have to the physical world, the most important is breathing. " -Rudolph Stiener on Waldorf Education
It is the foundation of any spiritual based philosophy, breathing. It is the constant, vital bodily intake of the nurturing world; the very connection to life. Eating and drinking too, but they require a sense of the self, breathing is 'automatic'.
In studying fear/stress, a basic response is a swallowing of breathing which results in the "grips of fear" or the reactionary tendencies and fatigue of the over stressed. Breathing is physical as well as soulful, it s in many cases, meditative breathing is only therapy needed and a crucial element to long term health. In climbing, a night and day contrast exists between climbing with mindful breathing and typical thoughtless huffing. Thought too benefits greatly from deliberate breathing, in many cases reaching a conclusion that the subject itself is unworthy of much though if any; the present is far more deserving than the supposed details of this or that. Most things seem to be more of a distraction to living than a requisite, after some even breaths.
In writing poetry, or, prose rather, I find a purer form manifests. However, I must ask a question: In a free write, is it a main-line connection to ego, or the opposite? Does one remove the conscience from the path of the ego, allow it to run amuck and spew words of deeply rooted self satisfaction?For a long time I have thought the only way to something pure (free of the ego) was through free write; in the very moment of inspiration, like an animal, hungry for the food before him; no thought, just action.
In looking back, these products have provided the most satisfaction to me for I marvel at the tangible themes, plucked from the either. Pride kills in the mountains, and ego delivers us to the exact spot. I've never been pretentious in what I've climbed, only the manor in which I did; making my way safely, understanding the risks and being able to understand and teach the process. Writing is the opposite, I can;t Begin to say why free writing feels better and seems to yield a stronger emotional work, at least for me.
I don't know really whats to come of art, but it seems the more cerebral it becomes the better chance for corruption and coercion.
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