I have recently dropped listening to good music when I am in one of those weird moods. Where nothing is making you chipper then a good beat to rock out to.
I need my alone time, just as much as I need my socializing time. I need some time to socialize with new people, as well as spending some quality time with the people who are already near and dear to me. I keep reminding myself that in the spending your "time" (something I have not been able to grasp lately) either a friend, family member, or a stranger, Its an important moment non the least.
"The most important person is who you're with"
My dear friend -Chuck Manley
I will be leaving with no routine in mind, just me, my pack and I. When I do get on the road, I want to stop the routine. So knowing me, it will hopefully feel fresh once again. Like living each moment as if I am breathing in the fresh, cool air after sitting in a stuffy car. Once I get out, everything will feel refreshing. No more obligations to be had.
I have been reading The Power Of Now, by EckHart Tolle. The Power Of Now has become one of my new obligations. One of the things I am working on right now in my life is to really live in the moment. That means calming my mind, slowing my thoughts down and feeling my present moment of my being.
To being mindful, and to not be mindful at all, because I have to calm my mind. It's hard to explain, and I am no teacher, I am just trying to find out how this works by writing it down.
Living in the moment is harder then most things I have ever had to do. Its a harder mentally to just BE. To take what is coming at me, like a wave, and letting it pass without chasing it. I am learning a lot about how to focus, and not letting my mind take control over my own striving will.
I try to do this exercise many times throughout the day. I seem to break the cycle by thinking about the thought of me just living. I am alive right NOW. As I type this, I am living, not hurting, not dying, not suffering. Right now is a great moment. I am able to realize that I am LIVING. And what a great gift to be given.
Sure, I can find the little things to complain about, and I am not saying I don't, because I do. There are plenty of things in a day that I don't enjoy. The rain, the wind, the screeching sires and the ear piercing pedestrians at night. Those are negative thoughts that I have to get past somehow. I am still working on that.....
5 Inspirations for Being in the Moment
I like to read an assortments of blogs. Poems, Photography, Travel, Family, anything that has inspirational creativity behind it. The whole aspect of using the internet is to share creativity, thoughts, feelings and ideas. I am a fan of anyone who does this. Anyone who is brave enough to put something out that is important to them, and they feel like it can make somebody happy- I am rooting them on. Putting my best work out there for criticism teaches me about who I am by what I can do more of for myself. I know when somebody gives me criticism, I feel a little bruised, but I somehow do learn from it and some point in time.
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Blogs I read for Inspirational Creativity
A friend who is always making me feel in awe when I read her new poems. She is such a brilliant writer!
post-traumatic
Nobody asked me if I was traumatised
after I was mugged by three men
in my birth city at the age
of 17.
For the record, I wasn’t.
They didn’t hurt me,
much — anyway,
and besides, they were
strangers.
They didn’t take anything
like my love, my dignity,
my agency over my own
body, my freedom
my will to speak
or live
or eat
or breathe.
They didn’t take anything
but my cell phone.
after I was mugged by three men
in my birth city at the age
of 17.
For the record, I wasn’t.
They didn’t hurt me,
much — anyway,
and besides, they were
strangers.
They didn’t take anything
like my love, my dignity,
my agency over my own
body, my freedom
my will to speak
or live
or eat
or breathe.
They didn’t take anything
but my cell phone.
At 5:30 this morning I awoke
to screams.
A woman, screaming.
It’s always a woman, us women.
That night at 17, I screamed, too
to screams.
A woman, screaming.
It’s always a woman, us women.
That night at 17, I screamed, too
but not out loud
on the nights
I disappeared from my body
At 5:51 the police lights flashed
down the hill into my apartment.
My walls, red and blue,
red and blue.
The police once came
to my house, too
because I cried and screamed
so loud.
on the nights
I disappeared from my body
At 5:51 the police lights flashed
down the hill into my apartment.
My walls, red and blue,
red and blue.
The police once came
to my house, too
because I cried and screamed
so loud.
That was my cry for help.
Nobody, not even myself
was allowed to answer it.
Nobody, not even myself
was allowed to answer it.
Niko Ritter- Magican On A Motorcycle
A Busker friend I had met in Seattle, who continues to ride his dreams into reality
"Since beginning this lifestyle experiment, I’ve grown comfortable with things going wrong because it’s part of the unexpected. Between busking and motorcycling, you can expect plenty of the unexpected. You get used to challenges, to the bike not starting, to people walking away during a show, to things going “wrong”. I find these mishaps are nourishing if you soak them in instead of trying to shelter yourself from them. Being cold and wet makes you appreciate being dry and warm even more. You never know when your personal storm might be interrupted by a sun break."
Steve Roggenbuck- Livemylief
I first found Steve on Youtube, and I couldn't stop watching his brilliant videos. After watching quite a few of his videos, I had discovered more of his poetry on his website. He is a reminder that no matter what you want to create, its up to you if your happy with it or not. Build yourself up to whatever you see yourself fit for. Steve, the great poet on paper and on the web.
I first found Steve on Youtube, and I couldn't stop watching his brilliant videos. After watching quite a few of his videos, I had discovered more of his poetry on his website. He is a reminder that no matter what you want to create, its up to you if your happy with it or not. Build yourself up to whatever you see yourself fit for. Steve, the great poet on paper and on the web.
Chuck Manley - Superman to the Soul
(My written piece on Chuck)
One of my dearest friends who I can always count on to give me a good laugh, while subconsciously giving me the power to focus on what I really want out of life. I appreciate the wisdom that comes from within him, because while he is learning more about what he wants, he is showing everyone me how to do the same. I can't wait to hear about his travels in India! 9 more days and it will be the start of his new adventure.
(My written piece on Chuck)
One of my dearest friends who I can always count on to give me a good laugh, while subconsciously giving me the power to focus on what I really want out of life. I appreciate the wisdom that comes from within him, because while he is learning more about what he wants, he is showing everyone me how to do the same. I can't wait to hear about his travels in India! 9 more days and it will be the start of his new adventure.
"When things get tough in my travels I find a sense of homesickness in
my heart. It feels empty and sad and gives me a yearning for
something. A something that feels slightly out of reach. I tell
myself, “I want to go home,” but thinking of where that is only makes it
worse. I don’t know where home is, or how to get there, or if it’s
even somewhere that I can go towards.
Home is where the heart is.
Home isn’t a location though. It’s a feeling inside that can be
brought about no matter where my feet land. Whether it’s the familiar
streets of where I grew up, the back alleys of San Pedro La Laguna, or
in the chaos and turmoil of stepping off the bus into a foreign place.
Home is like a lover’s embrace. It’s is a place where you can be
yourself without judgement. It gives you a sense of belonging,
familiarity, and comfort. Home is that feeling you get where you’re
right where you need to be in this world."
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