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11.11.12

thoughts

to make the decision to truly 
"know thyself"
 can be an uncomfortable process 
for me it is a time of solitude, then tests of companionship.
at times it can feel like a selfish endeavor
but it is an endeavor of great importance.
establishing who you are within
acknowledging your strengths and weaknesses
having keen awareness
is the compass for one's life.
in the process
sorrow might arise
pain might arise
anger might arise
the sources of each are your savior.
for the discovery of each is the opportunity to purge with finality.
in the process 
being around others too frequently
media
influences
can impede and distract you.
to know who you are without societal imprints
provides an immunity for living authentically.
this process is a life long one
with moments of re-establishment.
but layers stick and the knowing, closer each time.
to go inward is a time of quiet.
meditation, being still, writing, listening,

it is in the stillness 
that movement can be felt.
it is in the letting go 
that we receive
it is in non-resistance
peace is discovered
it is in unattachment
we become free.

Today: When I walk let me be present in my walking.
When I rest let me be present in my resting
When I eat let me be present in my eating
When I read let me be present in my reading
When I am working let me be present in my working
Today let me rid myself of thoughts of distraction that compete with
being
isolation-rainy windows-rock hunting- stick carving- mobile making-picture jumping- secrets-cedar wood, sandalwood, lavender, lemongrass, broken green leaves and baby twigs- open skies that fill my belly- duality- paths that never cross- the smell of knees- red wine, campfire tea-home roasted coffee, green smoothies, yellow delicious apples everyday, fever dreams- drinking from cantaloupes- medium format photography- renegade art- dirty knees- patches- stripes-plaster- diy- reality and daydreams switching places- digging clay- oscillating fans- dioramas- tree worlds- travel tree travelogues- carrots- memories of my father that crawl across the floor, up my arms and into my cheeks- captured images- captured thoughts on my nightstand-turtle homes- hopes- sweat from hard work- long bike rides and aching legs- brushing my teeth outside- dirty fingernails- ink on my hands- unfiltered thoughts- originality- creating from beginnings-mint fields in mist- empty canvases,tubes of paint and endless nights- screaming songs into the wind- sharing secrets with birds- puddles, creeks, streams, hidden worlds behind waterfalls- feather tattoos-looking through paper towel rolls- defying Murphy and his law- green and blue- tearing out pictures- "Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now."(bob dylan)- "I have tried in my way to be free"(leonard cohen)... knowing these words to my very core.- learning-exploring-learning-exploring-slowly moving and watching and experiencing all fully and within the ritual, catching my reflection as a little girl...