{17/52} love

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

tonight i learned that the wee men are far more engaged in this portrait project if i make fake burp sounds while photographing them.

which, i mean, obviously!

not sure why i didn't resort to this sooner.

p and b, week 17.

{16/52} love

Thursday, April 17, 2014

we ran like young wild furies,
where angels feared to tread.
the woods were dark and deep.
before us demons fled.
we checked coke bottle bottoms
to see how far was far.
our worlds of magic wonder
were never reached by car.
we loved our dogs like brothers,
our bikes like rocket ships.
we were going to the stars,
to mars we'd make round trips.
we swung on vines like tarzan,
and flashed zorro's keen blade.
we were james bond in his aston,
we were hercules unchained.
we looked upon the future
and we saw a distant land,
where our folks were always ageless,
and time was shifting sand.
we filled up life with living,
with grins, scabbed knees, and noise.
in glass i see an older man,
but this book's for the boys.

::robert r. mccammon::

p and b, week 16.

and, because a beautiful long weekend is upon us, one more quote {the long version of the quote i posted here} and one more photo!

you know, i do believe in magic. i was born and raised in a magic time, in a magic town, among magicians. oh, most everybody else didn’t realize we lived in that web of magic, connected by silver filaments of chance and circumstance. but i knew it all along. when i was twelve years old, the world was my magic lantern, and by its green spirit glow i saw the past, the present and into the future. you probably did too; you just don’t recall it. see, this is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic. we are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. we are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. but then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. we get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. we get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. told to act our age. told to grow up, for god’s sake. and you know why we were told that? because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they’d allowed to wither in themselves.

after you go so far away from it, though, you can’t really get it back. you can have seconds of it. just seconds of knowing and remembering. when people get weepy at movies, it’s because in that dark theater the golden pool of magic is touched, just briefly. then they come out into the hard sun of logic and reason again and it dries up, and they’re left feeling a little heartsad and not knowing why. when a song stirs a memory, when motes of dust turning in a shaft of light takes your attention from the world, when you listen to a train passing on a track at night in the distance and wonder where it might be going, you step beyond who you are and where you are. for the briefest of instants, you have stepped into the magic realm.

that’s what i believe.

the truth of life is that every year we get farther away from the essence that is born within us. we get shouldered with burdens, some of them good, some of them not so good. things happen to us. loved ones die. people get in wrecks and get crippled. people lose their way, for one reason or another. it’s not hard to do, in this world of crazy mazes. life itself does its best to take that memory of magic away from us. you don’t know it’s happening until one day you feel you’ve lost something but you’re not sure what it is. it’s like smiling at a pretty girl and she calls you “sir.” 

it just happens.

these memories of who i was and where i lived are important to me. they make up a large part of who i’m going to be when my journey winds down. i need the memory of magic if i am ever going to conjure magic again. i need to know and remember, and i want to tell you.

::robert r. mccammon::

Have a great weekend my dears.

*in case you are curious, these quotes are both pulled from robert r. mccammon's book boy's life. 

**also, in case you are curious, i do highly, highly recommend it!

{awareness} love

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

over the course of the last year i have really been working with the simple tool of awareness; in all aspects of my life, in my practices and in my teaching.

and it is mind-blowing how much it shifts, well, everything.

but for me the big practice of awareness has been in shifting what limits me or what sends me into a tailspin of "negative" emotions; what trips me up.

and while i definitely do not shift these patterns and habits immediately, the potential emotional charge that they carry becomes completely diffused. it's like "oh, i see what i am doing here. i will shift away from it, but for now i just recognize it for what it is and that's ok."

knowing the simple "why" of what is making you do what you do is huge. and, truly, it isn't until you've discovered this "why" that you can even begin to choose differently.

in honour of my sweet friend awareness, i am dropping the motherload of inspiring awareness quotes on y'all.


you start paying attention to yourself. you become a witness to your own being. you start watching your thoughts, desires, dreams, motives, greeds and jealousies. you create a new kind of awareness within you. you become a center, a silent center which goes on watching whatsoever is happening. you are angry, and you watch it. you are not just angry, a new element is introduced into it: you are watching it. and the miracle is that if you can watch anger, the anger disappears without being repressed.

one moment of instantaneous awareness brings more clarity than a lifetime of contrived meditation. 
that one moment of instantaneous awareness introduces us to that about ourselves that will never change. 
in this sense, every moment would be the ultimate meditation, no matter what the moment may contain.
::candice o'denver::

it is not until you awaken and become fully present that you will realize that you have not been present. it is not until you awaken that you will realize you have been asleep, dreaming that you are awake.
::leonard jacobson::

a weakness of some sort can do you a big favor, if you acknowledge that it's there.
::benjamin hoff::

before we can become who we really are, we must become conscious of the fact that the person who we think we are, here and now, is at best an impostor and a stranger.
::thomas merton::

waking up to who you are requires letting go of who you imagine yourself to be.
::jim britt::

most people don't live aware lives. they live mechanical lives, mechanical thoughts -- generally somebody else's -- mechanical emotions, mechanical actions, mechanical reactions.
::anthony de mello::

can you imagine what it would feel like to become aware of an omnipresent ocean of wild divine love that has always been a secret to you in the same way that the sea is invisible to a fish?
::rob brezsny::

what you are aware of you are in control of; what you are not aware of is in control of you.
::anthony de mello::

each thought, each action in the sunlight of awareness becomes sacred.  
::thich nhat hanh::

inner awareness unblocks outer responsiveness, freeing us to respond wholeheartedly, without fearing failure or loss of self-control.
::ken jones::

no matter what your spiritual condition is,
no matter where you find yourself in the universe,
your choice is always the same:
to expand your awareness or contract it.
::thaddeus golas::

suffering occurs when something is taken for what it's not , rather than for what it is.
::suzanne segal::

my only advice is to stay aware, listen carefully and yell for help if you need it.
::judy blume::

there are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.
::anaïs nin::


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