It usually begins with a spark, an idea, a thought, a small vibration. Where it goes you never really quite know. Even If you find the courage to follow, you still never really know. But there is something truly magnificent about watching it grow, if I ever do. Sometimes you follow that vibration, sometimes you forget, and sometimes you just get preoccupied with the mundane task at hand, and then it all just slips away. “Write it down, no, too tired on this night”. If, and seldom do I, (which in turn tends to lead me astray) follow the vibration fully, I’ve found me along the way, and not you. If I encompass myself within it, there’s some kind of brilliance that squeezes through to the end. It always leads to something greater than I could have imagined. If, and seldom do I, follow the vibration, light shines through. It’s so hard though, to focus on the dreamer with all this squawking in my ear. So much to do, and not an ounce of time to spare. “Focus on the task at hand, that’s what I’d do”. But I am not you, at least I think not. And it keeps me from from the rhythm, the spiral. It keeps me focused on the material world, which means absolutely nothing to the being, but everything to the human, to you. What will become of me? Will this be my demise or my salvation? Liberate, liberate yourself and find that rhythm. Along the spiral that binds us all. The collective unconscious knows. Do you? Ramble, ramble, ramble; whatever will come of this blasphemy?
The devil once said that dreams are for the dreamers and salvation is for the weak. “Whatever does that mean”? Just some more squawking in my ear. Nothing makes a bit of sense to me, this much is certain. There’s something inside me that transcends into something I do not care to speak of: A vicious monster that cares nothing for the world before him. Perhaps this is the devil and so am I. Blasphemy? Always. Rubbish? Always. Liberate? Someday, if you just follow that damn vibration. But with so much confusion, clarity seems so far out of reach. At times, and very seldom, I find that abrupt moment of clarity. I have purpose and my so-called life has direction. But it’s always short lived. Never a lasting moment of definitive joy. Just blasphemy and rubbish. Mounds and mounds of dirt pile up as I fall ever deeper into the shit. The vibration is calling but it’s so distant, I hear only but a whisper. I can’t make it out and I can’t quite put my finger on it. But I know it’s there, waiting, patiently waiting for my return. Dig a little deeper you fool and you just might reach the bottom.
Hi-five to Chris McCandless. An adventure to the very end. A life worth while. A journey to transcend the material man. In search of truth, within himself, within the world. There will be no illusions when death comes. “You will know you, beyond name and form” – Unknown
Hike for Humanity: A new side project on behalf of Bleed Hockey in the works. We’re hoping to have this thing rolling by the middle of October. It’s gonna be a good one, for a good cause. At least I believe so anyways.
And yes I ripped off my Greenway 2020 logo but it wasn’t being used so… Recycle, reuse, rework to benefit another great cause. That’s what Jesus would do.
There’s something to be said about a simple life. I find it so hard to bring order to my life. Everyday things seem to get more and more out of control. How do I stop this preposterous nonsense from running my silly excuse for existence straight into the ground? Hell if I know. Any solutions out there? Maybe I should just move into a van. I would spend my summers on the beach surfing and winters riding big mountains. That seems like a very well grounded life to me. What more would I really need? Besides my dog of course. When everything finally collapses for me I think this is what I’ll do. I’m not very good at being organized or paying bills, let alone taxes. Maintaining a stable job with a stable income, that seems to be my biggest challenge. But then again I don’t really like working much anyways. I’d rather sit around and doodle, day dream about nothing of importance and play with my Rottweiler. Maybe I’ll run across a pretty girl that wants to take care of me, or wants to live with me in my van. Either way, a good life so I’ve been told. So hi-five to the simple life.
These classic motorcycle designs scream speed. They’re so direct and in your face you can’t help but pay attention. They seem to suck me in and inspire and endless dirt of road of possibilities. I love the way the artist only use a few colors to catch the audiences imagination. The color theory is so fascinating to me. I love how simple and yet so bold the design and layout is. The font is always so bold and simple yet catchy and sophisticated. This makes me wanna go out and buy a motorcycle right now and hit the open road. I know Hunter would appreciate these posters. Hi-five to riding motorbikes.
If you’re interested in learning more about how to get back to the essence of your roots. If you’re looking for a way to bring your life back to its’ soul purpose. If you’ve been searching for yourself, your place in the world. Then I recommend you take a look at the Turtle Island Preserve located in North Carolina. They’ll help you find a simpler way of life.
We live, teach, breathe and believe in nature’s governing truths. We interact with the beautiful clarifying teachings of nature as we interpret it’s story. We are more about doing it than talking about it. We invite you to visit us and experience all that is Turtle Island!
The programs at Turtle Island Preserve are powerful and effective. We dig deep reaching profound connections within us, touching our ancestral roots. “SIMPLY REAL”, we touch the sources of life directly, unshielded from nature’s truths. Intimate and personal, we experience relationship building with the foundational essence of our existence.
Visiting educators, campers, and family members repeatedly and independently have exclaimed excitedly while participating in our programs, “You guys really do it!”
Today I was over at Westside Tattoo checking out their new wall. Normally the North wall is filled from the sidewalk to the sky with tags from various artists in town. But this time around they decided to mix it up a bit. Tattoo/graffit artist Drake is the man with the plan. He’s the mastermind behind the layout of Westside’s great murals and graffiti. He told me that he was just looking for something different other than your typical street tag. Perhaps the tags just don’t give enough freedom to the artist to truly express his/her talent behind the can. These works of art clearly speak for themselves. They’re full of life and energy and an overwhelming amount of energy. Well played sir…