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after white tantric...

my cliffs

"I hope that I may always desire more than I can accomplish"
Michelangelo

"We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake. Not by mechanical aids but by an infinite expectation of the dawn... I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by conscious endeavor. It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful but it is far more glorious to carve the very atmosphere and medium through which we look... To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts. Every man is tasked to make his life, even in its details, worthy of the contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour..."
Where I Lived, and What I Lived For
Walden
H.D.Thoreau

how do i grow this?

in those days... sigh

i will defensively mention it really bugs me that the front of the car is clipped in the pic and the spoiler on the back isnt visible. but im not losing sleep over it. :)

hheeeeyy

went back to the garden

sat in the sun. talked to my plants. harvested my first parsnip. consciously carried the weight of love. made lunch.

Song


The weight of the world
       is love.
Under the burden
       of solitude,
under the burden
       of dissatisfaction


       the weight,
the weight we carry
       is love.


Who can deny?
       In dreams
it touches
       the body,
in thought
       constructs
a miracle,
       in imagination
anguishes
       till born
in human--


looks out of the heart
       burning with purity--
for the burden of life
       is love,


but we carry the weight
       wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love
       at last,
must rest in the arms
       of love.


No rest
       without love,
no sleep
       without dreams
of love--
       be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
       or machines,
the final wish
       is love
--cannot be bitter
       cannot deny,
cannot withold
       if denied:


the weight is too heavy


       --must give
for no return
       as thought
is given
       in solitude
in all the excellence
       of its excess.


The warm bodies
       shine together
in the darkness,
       the hand moves
to the center
       of the flesh,
the skin trembles
       in happiness
and the soul comes
       joyful to the eye--


yes, yes,
       that's what
I wanted,
       I always wanted,
I always wanted,
       to return
to the body
       where I was born.



       Allen Ginsberg, San Jose, 1954

...just to mention,
how full of savor France is.
driving an '09 6spd diesel audi a3 convertible around bordeaux to the bassin d'arcachon, one day somewhere near the ocean in a sweet clean settled roomy restaurant surrounded by a blur of fast spoken french, i got to drink a few glasses of a super red wine and sit still to pause and reflect on a perfect plate of St. Jacque scallops. and watch cars drive by.
heaven.

Akrowa Dance Ensemble, Drumming in Kokrobite Ghana

i just scrolled down the front page of the huffington post, the whole way down, my face a foot from the screen, im leanin in shaking my head going what? what? what? what? to every single story. are their post always that controversial? what the hell is going on out there?      ok     well, im going to france. on tuesday. i'll report back.

don and dean above sagaponac

this kinda day

tatiana is so fierce. nat is too.

these are some sharp ladies! look out world

thank you jason

Drummer from Fleants on Vimeo.

but anyhow this is what me and my music family did tonite. we had some fun on a crazy looking stage!

mul mantra for the dream

and a happy vital true fresh blustery indian summer day

or perhaps this

hey i just donated $50 to help out the maasai marathon... bet you can spare a few bucks... :)

click here to go to their website

it doesn't interest me what you do for a living.

i want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing.

it doesn't interest me how old you are. i want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

it doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. i want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. i want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

i want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

it doesn't interest me if the story you are saying is true. i want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

i want to know if you can see beauty, even when its not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.

i want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"

it doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. i want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

it doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. i want to know if you will stand in the fire with me and not shrink back.

it doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. i want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

i want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

From The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

blond 247

i dont know, maybe there is something wrong with me but this made me cry more than once. these are sweet folk. and they have skills on the violin!

'Babycakes' Hostess Cupcake Recipe for Rossana

Happy Wonderous Silly Sweet Warmhearted Snuggly Birthday Justina!

1 cup brown rice flour
1 cup garbanzo bean flour
1 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
1/2 cup potato starch
1/4 cup arrowroot
1 tbls baking powder
3/4 tspn baking soda
3/4 tspn xanthan gum
2 tspn salt
1 cup coconut oil
1 1/2 cup agave nectar
1 cup unsweetened apple sauce
1 tbls vanilla extract
1 cup hot water

Preheat oven to 325*F and line 2 12 cup cupcake tins with liners.
In a medium bowl, whisk together all the dry stuff and in another bowl mix the rest. Add them together till you have a thick batter.
Pour 1/3 cup batter into each prepared cup, almost filling it. Bake the cupcakes on the center rack for 24 minutes, rotating the tins 180* after 14 minutes. The finished cupcakes will bounce when pressure is applied gently to the center, and a toothpick inserted in the center will come out clean.
Let the cupcakes stand for 20 minutes, then transfer them to a rack to cool completely.
Frost to your liking, I have a recipe in the works but have not managed to harness its power properly as of yet... :)

so... i had a 6' tall male potted plant in my front yard. i thought it was pretty and smelled nice. but it hung on my conscience for this reason: its beauty wasnt worth its life! i brought the topic up with my music family at a restaurant. the touchy topic produced a loud passionate argument discussing if the male potted plant would pollenate other peoples female plants that were lovingly raised and tended to... since the chances were high and my fam thought i was evil to even be in the situation in the first place, i killed it. and made tea.

Earthship Biotecture