" a thick memory, thinly spread "

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sunday opens with a bright full sunrise, and escalates throughout the day into a definition of an entire season.

the flowers explode like a thousand fireworks and weigh the slender branches down to almost the sidewalks. succulent saturated vibrant petals brush agains the brick walls, and every single person you see on the street has a smiling face, full and beaming like the sun on earth.

children run along the long blocks in open-toed clasped sandals and dirty sneakers, the ice cream drip stained fronts of their shirts clinging to their energetic lithe bodies. this is a day that no one will contest as a template of spring.

old growth mingles with new growth. birds linger at the tops of the branches at the height of each tree, surveying everything in their world, and knowing that they could fly to absolutely everywhere.

in the parks, there are a handful of colorful blankets overlapping one another, dozens of groups of friends relaxing, drinking, snacking, playing music, holding each other, absorbing all the benefits of a life lived.

there is enough of everything to go around, and i already know this is a day which will extend in my heart well past the length of its tenure. the evening brings with is a slight warm breeze, a molten sunset dipping into a deep purple twilight into a nighttime sky; one in which even the light pollution cannot outshine the ferocity of shimmering stars galaxies away.

tonight's homework:

remember, recant, record, retell, repeat.

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" standing before greatness "

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you know when you're looking at a masterful stroke. whether in the arts world, on the street, in nature, or through the eyes of someone, it is something to recognize as a definition of a beauty in the world.

if you approach this beauty willingly or if it catches you off-guard and all of a sudden, i wonder what synapse it triggers. the world goes silent for a bit, and all your attentions hone into a fine focus. it is so overwhelming, we must be still to behold its attributes.

the slopes and valleys of its curvature, the delicacy in the colors if it has vibrancy, tones, or saturation at all, or the textures in all their physical manifestations. it begs of you a moment's pause, just a brief one, in order for you to take it all in, absorb a certain truth, then move on knowing that you share this world with something as amazing as yourself.

tonight's homework:

find yourself in awe of something, even if it is for a few seconds. everything has a beauty.

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" where dreams are made "

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close your eyes, make a wish. take a moment to be still and listen. the sound of stillness, of friction between cloth and skin, machines in the road, in the sky. music and motion and nature brushing against the window. the wind takes on a shape previously unseen and now felt.

if our surroundings in some way dictate our behavior, it is up to us to change our behavior to combat becoming our environment. we should be the ones to enrich and till the social soil with our ideas, with our lifestyle, with our dreams and desires.

once you allow yourself to be overrun by a city, you will lose yourself and become invisible. the hard part is to strike out on your own or with a few collaborators. to make a new path, to introduce new colors to the palette, to shift the sense of the impending to a sense of the possible.

the senses blossom and bloom when focused, then new connections are made; new realizations evolve and grow complex. and in those complexities, become more simple.

tonight's homework:

always have an opinion. believe it, hone it, know it, share it.

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" decluttering "

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there are no more mistakes. no more unexpected behaviors or outcomes. no more sadness or anger without provocation.

we will know the origins of all conflict, and treat this in a manner to understand the argument, then allow the bad to dissipate. like the wane of a smile, all feelings of less-than too have the capacity to lift up and away.

no more enemies, no more fears or shame. no feeling sorry for oneself, no physical or emotional pains plural, no more inequality.

we have fought through and found ourselves here at last. the new day, the new dawn, the new life, the turnaround. at last, dreams and reality are converging, and the rest is the realized silver lining.

tonight's homework:

relax, it's friday, and this week was a doozy.

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" it was in this time "

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i had an awakening inside the greenhouse. everything before passing through the invisible sheet of the threshold was the past. the intense humidity which existed on the other side became the entrance to the insides of my heart.

everything was more quiet, more in tune with the resonance of the Self. people whispered together in their paired observations. look at this plant, oooh, what is that, where's it from, i don't like that, watch out for its tendrils.

everything was in this room; the perils of mankind formed together in poisonous vegetation. life and death intermingled, and for a brief time, i knew what it meant to be truly alive.

there was no sense of being alone. the wide space was devoid of anything unnecessary. when confronted with such a careful curation, all the elements and ingredients, this is what they meant when they said that we all as individuals have the infinite capability to love.

the soft breath of heat washed over my skin and it was in this time that i became something whole from a collection of individual molecules.

tonight's homework:

know how to apologize, and when you do so on occasion, mean it.

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" power spell "

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you could be flexing your confidence harder than someone when they are in a low point. the handshake is unmet;,the reasoning not received, the understanding blurred.

what we are looking for is that sweet spot when you seek and find a sense of reciprocity. whether conversational, physical, the spark, the chemistry, the peanut butter and the jelly. you know when those moments are real because you have goosebumps and shivers. 

all of a sudden, you could find yourself aligned with the stars, the moon, the planets, the solar system rotates in unison, all the angles and axis find a commonality, and the frequency engages all chakras.

an innate sense of tact and empathy go a long way. all the way to someone's heart if you wish. there's no reason why you should ever feel you should cower, bow down, or be passive in your desire for something better. and that's probably why timing in all things is important.

tonight's homework:

make an active attempt to better yourself. find a sense of confidence, but be humble. don't laud your accomplishments, own them and bring them up as relevant. you have every capacity to do better, show more love, help out more, pick up someone else's slack, and over all develop that indescribable quality which brings us all up as a species. all it takes is a little effort. go for it.

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" wonderland "

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so many things seem very elusive. like, you know about their existence, but feel you will never attain them. first edition books, various medias in low print numbers, fine objects, works of art, lovers, adventures to faraway lands, your own home.

after a childhood of positive reenforcement and careful positivity-bui;ding, we find ourselves in a sea of pre-teen emotions and self-doubt which extends through to our young adulthood, but not before meandering through angst, anger, heartache, and flexing every limit you can without getting into trouble...or not caring and getting into trouble anyways.

by my count, i've happily past most of that drama, that unfocused raw emotional output with little definition. but traces of that past still linger; bits of those fits of confidence without reason or fear without provocation still intermingle with a general sense of calm and realizing that if i get into trouble, my mom isn't going to get mad or come to pick me up.

with all that in mind, it is enough to believe in yourself and the bold probability of realizing our dreams and goals. they are attainable and realistic. if you can dream it up, it can be done. someone you know is doing it right now, and there is a precedent.

how amazing, to know that just out of your furthest limits, is everything that you desire in your life. all you have to do is step through the mirror and realize there are less barriers than you think.

tonight's homework:

tickle your fancy, or the fancy of someone in your life.

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" a balanced elegance "

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we're wrestling and at odds with so many factors all at the same time. light and dark, good and evil, the right and wrong things. these are the general categories which dictate our mood, politic, and lifestyle to certain degrees.

this afternoon i received a rejection letter from a certain contest i entered. my face went flush with disappointment and my heart sank, but that it was composed in that way...that way where the writer has found a series of words which when strung together, give the semblance -f consideration, respect, and a true chance.

and maybe i did have a chance. maybe i still do have a chance. what is the power of a rejection letter, in the light of the fact that i put myself out there for al to see, for all to judge, and for all to take notice?

spending so much time on the negative outcomes only diminishes the real accomplishments. the fact that you stepped forward, engaged the world and its people, found creative collaborators, and together made something new to put into the world.

however the reception of the work did or did not hit, the fact that the work itself exists is almost enough to reinvigorate the spirit. almost enough. and maybe today that is enough to keep optimistic. to keep positive. to not let faceless incites get in the way of a truer feeling of self-worth.

though it is aways difficult to hear that you or the rom you have presented was not up to snuff, to feel that disappointment for more than a few moments will dishonor the true intent. let the feelings rise and develop, plateau, resonate, then wash away. tomorrow is another day to craft a better understanding of existence on the planet, and i'm very much looking forward to every second.

tonight's homework:

gather up your negative thoughts and shout them into the wind. absolve yourself of past transgressions, and sleep a restorative sleep of healing energies.

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" in awe of all things "

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a day spent creating leading into an evening of happiness and reverie, leading into a night of indulgences, leading into a multi-faceted epic dream which spans a decade in dreamtime. i awoke during the night because of massive shifts in the dream-story. 

maybe my mind couldn't handle the shifts and changes in the narrative, so it woke me up and out of the dream. but once in the real world, with all of the knowledge that i was recently in a dream only, i willed myself to go back into the story.

i reconnected with friends, rode vehicles through deserts, crawled through abandoned monuments, ate food by a campfire, looked up to the stars for answers and inspirations. it was a great dream.

finding yourself enamored by the dreamscape, then fueling your creativity for another day. this is the way i have led my creative pursuits for the past handful. in knowing that my mind has the capacity to create such wonder while asleep, means that i may yet have the ability to manifest that same output and energies in my walking life.

instead of breaks between day and night, now exists only a cycle repeating itself with great variation and variable. a life spent seeking, exploring, creating, and giving back. this closes a loop which circles around on itself and unfurls into eternity.

tonight's homework:

make a drawing, any drawing. a scribble, a sketch of something. person, animal, object, flight of fantasy. make it deliberate and don't automatically disregard its validity. you've just put something new into the world which adds to its variation, and that is not nothing.

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" fluctuation "

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the heart begins to beat faster, with tiny quakes, flits, and flutters. the hush melds into a lovely silence as the lights dim slightly.

above, ripples of gold expand out in wide arcs. the crystals twinkle as they seem to rise ever higher into the upper tiers.

now sitting in the the collective dark, lit only by a myriad of glowing pinpoints all around, the expectation mounts. the curtain lifts with such steady power, the audience gasps. like so many times before this one, the first note is struck, and i know once more what the nature of a love is.

tonight's homework:

organize your desktop, both digital, mobile, and real life. knowing where things are in relation to your need of them, allows you to work more efficiently and waste less time. well, you can still scroll endlessly on your websites of choice, and with a cleaner workspace, do it without one elbow in an empty bowl of food.

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" from now on "

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taking care of your teeth, eyes, mind, body, soul, spirit.

not spreading yourself too thin; you might disappear.

finding out that you have been over-scheduling your time and not leaving any for your Self.

make connections on a daily basis, real connections, one's which fuel your heart and propel you more into the world, instead of shrinking away from it.

take a break when you need it, drink water when you are thirsty, eat well when you are hungry. sleep when you are tired. make out at all opportunities. brush teeth at least twice daily and bathe accordingly.

dont fret too much about being an adult, over remembering to be an empathetic human.

give compliments when they are due. don't push someone down in order to push yourself up.

recognize that anger is an emotion which has equal weight ass other emotions, therefore should be respected. when you feel an anger rising, take a moment to pinpoint the origin; know the why and how of its rise and plateau, then allow the anger to ride out like all other emotions. let it exist, let it fall, let it dissipate, and move on.

tonight's homework:

make lists.

make love.

make amends.

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" nocturne and intermissions "

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on the lower levels, there are faces which lines the walls. past stars captured in former glories; their status secured and permanent. the people are reverent and whisper at low tones, so as not to disturb other patrons.

at standing-only tables nearby, people gather to sip flutes of cold champagne. the glasses clink together and the laughter is dampened by velvet walls. the illumination is deliberate and indirect; the world has become a cocoon of dim glows and reverie.

who were those people in those images? how did they live so large? did they have a love in their life? did they have happiness to counterpoise the work put in to be chosen? how much fame did they enjoy, or was it a passing moment like a supernova in the dark black of space? did they have someone to take care of them after the footlights dimmed? are they remembered with joy and immortality?

the tones sound throughout the theatre and maroon festooned ushers calmly resume their duties. after a few moments, the space retains only a select few, still opting to linger amongst the memory of yesteryear.

tonight's homework:

don't wait to speak. say it, confident and open. mean it, with intention and honesty. now is the right time, and the time is right now. 

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" in the blink "

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it only take one sliver of time, to know you've experienced the infinite. to have had the opportunity to breathe it all in, and it all came down to the moment before, the moment of, and the moment soon thereafter.

thunder crack paddy whack, the sky splits open. sha-bang and ker-slam, the earth splits open and out spills the magma. the air cool to the touch soothes the aching soil, and even the stars shine through the daylight.

in that moment everything has changed. the location is different, even you are not the same person. and there is reason to be cautions, and there is reason to be celebratory. all things remain the same and are entirely changed forever.

the beauty in each moment; a distillation of endless possibility, now come together and focused like the pinpoint of light-energy through a magnifying glass. the memory now made, sealed by the weld of time passing on and on.

tonight's homework:

find a respect for your time, and spend it making your world and the world at large around us a better place.

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" home is a place i call home "

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the sound of opening up the mail with a blunted envelope opener, or footsteps on the staircase when it's late in the house, or the smooth wide kitchen floor tiles being wiped down with a wet rag, or the clang of a trowel on small rocks in the soil outside in the garden, or laughter in the other room.

the smell of the chicken legs frying hot oil on the illegal outdoor stovetop, or the damp dark dank of the basement, or the sweet rice being mixed in a large bowl with the coconut milk and sugars folding over each other, or moms makeup and powders in the restroom.

the feeling of its discovery every day, and the feeling of walking away from it each time.

tonight's homework:

light a candle.

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" holding in place: a dream "

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in my dream, i ran barefoot though the snow towards the temple flame. there were ornate spires, gilded and severe set against the blue winter sky.

i was running, and my footprints began shallow, and went deeper into the frost as i picked up speed. the flat wide of the soles felt no cold.

after a while, i reached the structure; the flames seemed to roar and crackle. the fire rose up like a solid sheet, like a shifting amorphous living being, like the surface of the sun.

i stood in awe of this energy and my feet sank into the dense bank. after a few moments, the fires dissipated like an ethereal veil being lifted by the wind, or a memory in the process of being forgotten. a few moments more, and it was gone.

all that was left of the temple was a cold shell. in the braces and beams, multiples of birds were roped together alongside the metal. nothing made sense, and the only thoughts i had were, "why did these birds survive the fire, only to be lashed to the skeleton?" and "how can the elements shift so rapidly, without a sense of emotional responsibility, without a care for who was a witness or who would remember it?"

i thought these thoughts to myself, and heard voices in the distance behind me. i turned around to see who it was calling out my name in the dark, and i rapidly awoke to an overcast day and a lingering powerful rainstorm rapping at my bedroom windows.

tonight's homework:

prepare some scrap paper or a recorder to document those moments of your dreams you remember, and try to be as truthful to the dream itself as possible.

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" secret treasures "

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remaining stationary doesn't always mean you're grounded. being in constant movement doesn't mean you're going somewhere. what is missing sometimes, is the sense of purpose or active intent.

this is not to say that in each move and with each step, you must have a sense of purpose, but it does mean to begin to consider a wider arc in the trajectory of your life. this could mean thinking about how you speak with others, what route you could take today different from previous days, or thinking about how you could take care of someone else outside of yourself.

i have to tell myself this as well, because it is my own daily struggle. on one hand to maintain a semblance of a happy life, on the other to fight my away from self-doubt, fear, anxieties, et al. the best part of it all is to realize that you are not alone. you are never alone.

we are thriving as a species on a world that has evolved to this point in our short history, and we hold such a great potential for connectivity. it is up to you to find your comfort zone, tease out the edges and flex those borders, and find yourself that slice of solace within it. 

it is as simple as it is difficult. the lifestyle you choose is so augmented from outside energies, people, forces beyond our control, and at times it is easy to feel caught in the middle without a say. but you do have a say, and that unique seemingly unattainable sense of complete joy is just within reach.

tonight's homework:

be happy.

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" disruption of a signal "

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the constant droning on and on of your normal routine, today will be broken. it is not a warning, it is a sounding call. you're in a box, and that box is within a box in a box in a sphere in a void.

this is the day, and this is the time. look up from the gleaming rectangles, up from the glowing shapes, away from the artificially illuminated. look to the windows, to the out of doors, to the trees, to the land and water, to the skies.

our bodies are dying in our seats. and there's no time to waste.

get up, get out, get going, get on getting on.

tonight's homework:

read a book, read a book, read a MerFing book. or you know, saturday night drinks with peeps. either or.

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" how to align planets "

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one part dreamer's intent, a dash of available expendable funds, planning capabilities with a talent for making time itself set aside.

mix in a bowl of a weekend's time, set aside.

in a separate bag, pack some clothes, camera gear, assorted snacks, writing instruments and a pad of paper if not a planner or journal. don't for get some cash on hand for good measure.

turn up the excitement and sense of adventure oven to 11. make calls, send emails, consult star charts and tarot cards, correspondence! 

let marinate at room temperature until the appropriate response has been received, then leave home at the right time, make sure you're wearing comfortable walking shoes, and set out at the correct time.

servings are scalable to the number of participants.

tonight's homework:

it's never a bad time to touch base with cool peeps, and see if they've had as good of a week as you have.

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" outskirts, looking in "

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from up here everything is silent, save the restless winds coming off of the river. savage intermittent barks echo off of the aluminum siding, and the sun hits and is absorbed into the spacious black tar of the yard.

one hundred paces in either direction; not a soul is in sight. the warmth of a spring emerging fills the entirety of my body, and my souls soars, lifting off the ground.

the city is waking up, and the bridge is beginning to jostle and shudder as delivery trucks and busses begin to amble on through the long lanes of the frontage roads.

the moment of pause is gone. my feet once again find their footing, i turn my face away from the wide expanse and begin walking to streets previously unexplored.

tonight's homework:

have a dare to have a dream, then set out to accomplish said dream with gusto and verve. no one can do this for you, and there's usually only just this one chance. go for it. believe in yourself. you can do this.

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" until the setting of the sun "

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it will always matter, you will always matter.

dark matter, surrounds us, and are we not infinite in all of our gestures?

it never matters, you never matter.

the drone of the universal crank in motion whines and creaks along, and we all shuffle along, inattentive, trying to block it all out.

it matters, i matter.

such a beauty, such a lovely day,

like the wide wisp of a cream-colored veil,

brushing past our closed eyes.

tonight's homework:

know your emotions, pinpoint their origins, understand them, let them go until they return. sleep well.

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