" letting go of it "

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finding yourself at the edges of all that grudge, ire, frustration and pain, and tiring of the burden of it. the massive weight upon your shoulders like a vice grip of red electricity and the enormity of the earth at rest.

you come to an understanding like a well lit corridor which you walk down the length of until you discover a certain truth in an opening behind a dark door.

you don't need to hold on to this weight any longer.

coming to this realization fills you up with such anger towards yourself for being so blind and hateful for so long. this dissipates into the most profound searing soothing hope coursing throughout.

for just the briefest of moments you pay a small unnecessary homage to your heavy cloak of past misfortune; you sometimes felt that you deserved that self-inflicted treatment. and just like the sometimes blissful transition from dreams into awakedness, or the emergence from a dark tunnel into an open field, you find that you have made a choice.

one to move beyond your limitations, one to forego all past notions of doubt, woe, regret, and sorrow.

you can be free of it, and you are soaring.

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" garden rituals "

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when dreams begin to cross the threshold into reality, sparks fly, the mind expands, and each atom in the universe comes to rest. all matter manifests in a shape of your choosing, and the vibrations of magnetic fields caress.

we find ourselves in the proper place, and stillness permeates through the white noise. the clutter of abstract thought finds its alignment. people understand each other. you breath fuller.

we plant the seeds into the ether, and everything flourishes and blossoms.

you for at least a moment find your stride, and your soul beams.

tonight's homework:

create one piece of art in your life, success or folly, and revel in your complete ability to put something new into the world.

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" the beauty behind the beauty "

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i see you. so many distractions and decorations blocking the line of sight.

and yet i see you beyond the shimmer, beyond the flash & pomp, the façade & flair. coming into clear focus through a veil of costumes and false identities.

you remain powerful and unyielding, the resilience of this stature builds and flexes from within a moment of lowered self-confidence.

but i see you in all of your open glory, beaming open-hearted and broadcasting telemetries of your inner joys. just behind those unsure eyes and hesitation, there has been nothing quite as crystalline.

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 you can see the meat clinging to the bones as they move through wide spaces. the stage lights wrapping around their frames like a brilliant skin. 
 youthful bodies rippling with strength and musculature; the semblance of benevolent grace where everything looks at ease. 
 long limbs, graceful arms, the spirals en pointe, and impossibly spread legs extended beyond the 180° and into space. 
 vitality itself is shamed in the shadows created by the luminescent bodies of these performers. they are beyond the corporeal self. 
 their shine extinguishes all sadness, all ire, and all doubt from the world. 
 we’re flying on lilting melodies and tympani. 
 and for a brief second, 
 you experience the infinite. 
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you can see the meat clinging to the bones as they move through wide spaces. the stage lights wrapping around their frames like a brilliant skin.

youthful bodies rippling with strength and musculature; the semblance of benevolent grace where everything looks at ease.

long limbs, graceful arms, the spirals en pointe, and impossibly spread legs extended beyond the 180° and into space.

vitality itself is shamed in the shadows created by the luminescent bodies of these performers. they are beyond the corporeal self.

their shine extinguishes all sadness, all ire, and all doubt from the world.

we’re flying on lilting melodies and tympani.

and for a brief second,

you experience the infinite.

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 retired, but active photographer  larry racioppo  shares his very personal account & work regarding superstorm sandy, in a private tour & talk at the  museum of the city of new york .  (i too was a featured photog & speaker, although i kept it fairly brief) 
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retired, but active photographer larry racioppo shares his very personal account & work regarding superstorm sandy, in a private tour & talk at the museum of the city of new york.

(i too was a featured photog & speaker, although i kept it fairly brief)

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adventures in meandering around the brooklyn museum today.

lot’s of great and interesting things to peep at the jean-paul gaultier exhibition.

fashion history in the vein of other shows like the couple at the met museum last year, but with a brooklyn flair. very up close, and nigh tangible.

you can really get a look at the detailing, the stitches, the prints, and the great volume of his sartorial creativity. good shiiiiiiiiiia!

check it out, and remember to wander around to the other many things to see. dose of inspiration!

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