" active archiving "

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keep them close. all of your precious memories, all of them.

the great moments of discovery, your childhood sequences of amateur science, playing in the streets, the sand, the grass, the sun. when you found out that freshly clipped nails were sharp. when you dug deep deep deep into the earth, and it went on forever and got cooler.

the first time you ate a particular fruit, or ate something new; stinky cheeses that confused and enticed, a smoothie, raw vegetables, cured meats, ales & liquors.

the touch. caressive fingers along open palms, down stretches of smooth skin in the afternoon. hands massaging your head through your hair or lack of hair. hugs, hits, falls, falling in love, falling out of love, falling away into the ocean. tears welling up and tears streaming uncontrollably out of your face.

joys, elation, running and giggling out loud. freedom flying like a slapdash banner to your tree fort. people watching, people approaching, people photographing, people walking away.

the list is truly endless, and they're all yours and they're all cherished. even the painful ones. they give you strength of will and a reference for the parameters of your happiness. have them, hold them, share them, speak them aloud.

tonight's homework:

think of the best most amazing thing that happened to you this past week, and then share it with someone, friend or stranger. make a connection.

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" rough & tumble "

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finding your way through all the obstacles thrown your way, arms held out to brush back all the broken shattered boughs, windswept reeds, and flotsam which whip and lash at your body.

sometimes even with everything in your face with a full force, your strength lies in assessment, holding onto the hopes that it will all work out. everything will be resolved and be fine. you will get through this.

even though it doesn't always feel like it, every storm passes. and if you need the help, we're all right here parallel to your path. this struggle is not evergreen.

tonight's homework:

don't feel like you can't ask someone for help if you need aide; things are rough out here, and it's comforting that you're not in it all by your lonesome.

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" how it all happens "

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suddenly everything goes quiet, like the world's massive hands are cupped against your body. everything goes black and serene as only high frequencies lit and flutter above the vibrations.

this is how it all happens. and the universe expands into a million points of light making up the visual spectrum of all things.

your heart glows and the blood rushes. al sounds begin to layer and overlap until you hear everything, feel everything, and your skin is alive with the sensation of diamond particles.

there is no more platforms to stand on, just the realization that we are in motion and grounded by gravity. you sit in the presence of a reality between all realities. happiness expands like gentle waves lapping calm shores.

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" defiant of anything but greatness "

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we're not accepting any more applications for snark, whining, displeasure, or rainclouds. any and all dour or menacing submissions will be rejected.

please feel free to sign up for our attitude adjustment, information of which should be on it's way to your mailbox presently.

positivity!

empathy!

pridefulness!

energy!

vitality!

thank you for your interest.

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 simple things always make me happy. it is in the simplicity of them where i find the most experiential satisfaction, the most visual pleasure, and the most repeatable enjoyment. 
  delicate dappled window light on a rainy overcast day. no makeup clear complexion calm, being yourself in a new situation. 
 holding eye contact for more than a glimpse on the street, public transportation, or public space. 
 refreshing honey hibiscus tea lemonade with just a bit of ice chips. 
 stretching long and tall into a wind at the water’s edge. 
 eating messy burgers with two hands. 
 picking the slender bones out of steamed fish with lemongrass. 
 sighing in the morning long and true right before getting up. 
 laughing with friends about the dumbest jokes. 
  endless, just endless beauty in a simple action, design, experience, situation. we are all masters-in-training and in the meantime, i believe allowing yourself the space to explore, not only releases the anxiety and confusion of attempting to know all things about all things, but creates a living & breathing lifestyle which adapts and shifts positively & accordingly. 
 sometimes all you need to do is be present, and let the world present its splendor before you as it slowly passes by. 
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simple things always make me happy. it is in the simplicity of them where i find the most experiential satisfaction, the most visual pleasure, and the most repeatable enjoyment.

  • delicate dappled window light on a rainy overcast day. no makeup clear complexion calm, being yourself in a new situation.
  • holding eye contact for more than a glimpse on the street, public transportation, or public space.
  • refreshing honey hibiscus tea lemonade with just a bit of ice chips.
  • stretching long and tall into a wind at the water’s edge.
  • eating messy burgers with two hands.
  • picking the slender bones out of steamed fish with lemongrass.
  • sighing in the morning long and true right before getting up.
  • laughing with friends about the dumbest jokes.

endless, just endless beauty in a simple action, design, experience, situation. we are all masters-in-training and in the meantime, i believe allowing yourself the space to explore, not only releases the anxiety and confusion of attempting to know all things about all things, but creates a living & breathing lifestyle which adapts and shifts positively & accordingly.

sometimes all you need to do is be present, and let the world present its splendor before you as it slowly passes by.

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 watch me fly out of here soaring and gliding. see me fill the span of my wide wingspan with the winds of a new day. 
 all i see are innumerable opportunities stretching out before me, and expanding beyond the visible horizon. all of the invisible vibrate with a kinetic energy in the wake of my every movement. 
 i am the truth. i am the passion. i am the reckoning. i am love over evils, spirit over defeatism, the touchstone, the long pier, the amulet. i am the deafening roar in the deep caverns. i am the blade through tall grasses. 
 there are many more creatures in this world more powerful than i, but there are none more ready to present to all the gift of seeing something new. i am the sun, i am the radiant shimmer, i am all things. 
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watch me fly out of here soaring and gliding. see me fill the span of my wide wingspan with the winds of a new day.

all i see are innumerable opportunities stretching out before me, and expanding beyond the visible horizon. all of the invisible vibrate with a kinetic energy in the wake of my every movement.

i am the truth. i am the passion. i am the reckoning. i am love over evils, spirit over defeatism, the touchstone, the long pier, the amulet. i am the deafening roar in the deep caverns. i am the blade through tall grasses.

there are many more creatures in this world more powerful than i, but there are none more ready to present to all the gift of seeing something new. i am the sun, i am the radiant shimmer, i am all things.

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 thirty seconds between a lingering observation, a composition, and a few metered breaths. things settle. the lungs expand, the eyes blink then wander up and around, then back to center. 
 after the shutter is depressed, the anticipation builds. we make out the outlines in our heads while making small talk. i usually ask a few tangential questions to fill the time with chatter. but it is never wasted or frivolous. 
 i those precious seconds, i give my all. i give up the ghost. 
 i am and remain transparent. 
 smiles are easy to come by, and for a brief second, there is a brief flash of concern or nervousness. that makes the whole experience more human, and definitely more interesting. 
 in my head, a timer sounds. i place the unpeeled print in the hands of the sitter. hesitation mixes with a sense of the unknown. we create mystery and allure together. 
 the backing material and chemistry separates from the developed image, and now we see what beauty we’ve made. 
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thirty seconds between a lingering observation, a composition, and a few metered breaths. things settle. the lungs expand, the eyes blink then wander up and around, then back to center.

after the shutter is depressed, the anticipation builds. we make out the outlines in our heads while making small talk. i usually ask a few tangential questions to fill the time with chatter. but it is never wasted or frivolous.

i those precious seconds, i give my all. i give up the ghost.

i am and remain transparent.

smiles are easy to come by, and for a brief second, there is a brief flash of concern or nervousness. that makes the whole experience more human, and definitely more interesting.

in my head, a timer sounds. i place the unpeeled print in the hands of the sitter. hesitation mixes with a sense of the unknown. we create mystery and allure together.

the backing material and chemistry separates from the developed image, and now we see what beauty we’ve made.

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 something about that point in time where your impulse to create clashes with the fact that there are nothing but condiments and peripheral food items in your fridge. 
 to sustain the vitality of your body versus the continued exploration & development of your creativity… 
 it’s all a bit of a non-conundrum, as i stand in the doorway of the kitchen listening to the radio and not making any decisions just yet, and resolving to find a way to accomplish both. 
 outside, winter and the sun are having talks, and i think they’re soon coming to a seasonal resolution. 
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something about that point in time where your impulse to create clashes with the fact that there are nothing but condiments and peripheral food items in your fridge.

to sustain the vitality of your body versus the continued exploration & development of your creativity…

it’s all a bit of a non-conundrum, as i stand in the doorway of the kitchen listening to the radio and not making any decisions just yet, and resolving to find a way to accomplish both.

outside, winter and the sun are having talks, and i think they’re soon coming to a seasonal resolution.

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