1. the natural

    It comes naturally to some. To others not at all. It can be important or trivial, zen-like or shallow…pointed or pointless. I’m trying clumsily to get to the point. The point of this blog project, and the point of trying at all. But obviously it’s not easy for me - that is another point in itself…why I’m doing this really. Because it’s not easy, I’m not good at it - decidedly not a natural. I guess I’ll try for once to come right out and say it - I’m talking about the art of expression. Not expression in art but the graceful true and natural expression of oneself in all moments and places. In - and here’s where that dichotomy comes in - home, work, clothing, attitude, activity… I’ll take an example traditionally considered shallow, inconsequential (I know, that could be argued indefinately but humor me): clothing. Clothing is a nessecity - and sure, one could don an ascetic and nondescript attire - dress day after day and all black or white or whatever - cover ones features in a pointed monotony and shroud of unchanging simplicity. But that in and of itself is an expression. Expression cannot be escaped and for me that approach seems too easy. The flipside of that coin however is the very thing the ascetic mind scorns - the material obsession with clothing and appearance - the empty act of dressing to please for naught (again…I know, arguments here too). I find this side of the coin much harder to describe. I suppose I’m talking in nuances here - fashion for fashions sake, for trends and for “in” verses “out”…for looking to others to see what ought to be and putting no more thought into it than just that. This too I suppose is an expression, but to my mind it is a weak one, nothing more than a shadow of thought. And that is what this is all about - me, discovering my raw expression to the world, such that it is I that pushes outward onto and into it, and not other way around. Like I said earlier; I’m not very good at that right now, but I feel it is important to me to discover this trick, this harmony, and thus move through life with the graceful flow of the natural.

    Addendum:
    This may clarify a bit: I guess what I’m talking about is…well let’s start with the term “shallow.” It means that you literally are only involved in that item or thing or aspect of life in a very minimal way…as in, you are only touching the surface and the part of that thing that is most readily available and is accessible to literally every single person. If you decide to look into that item/aspect/thing a little deeper you are then plumbing uncharted depths where you may find your own definition of that thing and thus become more involved…and since every aspect in life can be shallow or deep you may as well go deep in all of them and be involved deeply in every aspect of life. Yes that’s what I’m trying to say.

    That was just a ramble I spit out using DragonDictation in an attempt to get that out, to expand a little and try to make some sense.

     


  2. “Grow taller and wider, your head wearing clouds like a hat, your eyes able to see across miles to the ocean without craning your neck. Look down at me, making my way across the parking lot, (no ocean seen by me), doing what I have to do, and it must seem almost the same. And if you can think this, understand a little bit about scale, then that’s the gift you’ve been given.”

    - Amy looks closer

     


  3. the assignment

    I’ve given myself an assignment this year: get your house in order. It sounds simple…definitely not. But something tells me it needs to be done.
    You see, there are all these things I see myself doing in the future - the dream things, the world things…but they are so far away and the dreaming makes my tongue ache for the taste of them. And I have no clue how to begin building the bridge across this chasm of realms…between the here-now-real and the there-when-maybe. It’s an unanswered question ringing in the air around my ears.
    So, I’ve taken a moment from stargazing and future-lusting (which consequently shakes and crushes my now with decidedly non-productive and detractive doubt, doom, and darkness) ……..
    to look at my feet.
    Yes, straight down at my toes. Where are they standing and, more importantly, what IS that shit?! There seems to be something stuck…no wait, something they’re stuck IN…no wonder I can’t move! Let’s see if we can’t break this clod, get a foot forward.