Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Trying To Connect With Body and Soul

I heard an interesting line from the movie Contagion.
“Blogging is not writing, it’s graffiti with punctuation.”
Well even given the circumstances of laying down the words to a world that seems to care less, we still try to leave a piece of ourselves behind, hoping that someone hears us.
I’ve been hooked on the Voice and one of the things that each of the coaches’ keep describing to the singers is the idea of opening your heart to the audience. It seems to be the way to allow your emotions to merge with the music. I’ve felt that energy, when singing and playing guitar. Sometimes the emphasis is felt more through the instrument and other times it is felt more through the singing. In terms of writing, for me, I tend to have the heart felt motion come through without the music first then I try to find a way to create the sound to go with it. I’m not sure that is the best way to go about it but I wish it all came together as one, at least once so I could experience what that feels like.
Trying to connect with body and soul and make sense of all the horrible things that have been happening lately in the world has left me profoundly perplexed. Maybe we are not supposed to try to make sense of anything that is going on, but when one tragedy hits one after another, the senses become dull and callous. I remember when I worked in downtown L.A. in skid row, there were so many troubled and sick individuals that I encountered every day, I became hard and unforgiving. It seemed so useless to try to console anyone, let alone myself. When feelings of despair overrun me, it’s like the emotional side shuts down. Creativity slows down too. I do not like being in that mode, as it goes against my nature. How do we reach out, when we feel things are becoming hopeless? Certain powers that be would like to eliminate all races except their own, in the name of religion. What kind of world would it be with everyone thinking, doing, exactly the same things. With all art, beauty of the world destroyed, how could they ever find any inner peace? With only death, blood, and destruction as the norm and a false sense of some kind of crazy expectation in the after-life, is that really enough to base a following on? Apparently enough to some.
I guess I strayed away from what I was trying to say about music, but I may as will run with it...

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Rock Legend Words To Live By

No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn- Jim Morrison

And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune, the piper will lead us to reason- Plant, Patrick. 

I'm so glad, I'm so glad, I'm glad I'm glad I'm glad- Cream

Take a straight and stronger course to the corner of your life. Make the white queen run so fast she hasn't got time to make you a wife- Chris Squire, Jon Anderson

The thing that gave me the most pain in life, psychologically, and it gave me tremendous pain psychologically, is man's disrespect for nature- Joni Mitchell 

I don't want a pickle, I just want to ride my motorcycle- Arlo Guthrie

And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise,
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind- Cream

Saving up the birds in hand
while in the bush the others land.
Take what we can before the man
says it's time to go....Ian Scott Anderson

All men are false, says my mother,
They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies.
The very next evening, they'll court another,
Leave you alone to pine and sigh...Joan Baez

Passion or coincidence
Once prompted you to say
"Pride will tear us both apart"
Well now pride's gone out the window
Cross the rooftops
Run away...Simon Le Bon

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fools gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proved to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying...Bob Dylan

Monday, June 23, 2014

Living On A Dead End Street

The paths I've chosen have never been expected or planned much to my chagrin. 
How I ended up here, baffles me most days. 
Not knowing if I just go with the flow or if a higher guide shows me the way, i plunder along it seems. 
We all want to believe there is a plan and a spiritual God watching us, helping us see the light. 
Do actions speak louder than words?
Does pain and fear prevent nobility?
How much of our true self do we reveal to the outside world? 
Let's really be honest with ourselves. 
After all, we only need to answer to ourselves and our almighty maker. 

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Heading Towards

Some say I’m just a flirt these days. I’ve been told that is part of my charm.

I do not know about these things and intention is not towards doing harm
I see where my circumstances have taken me
I cannot deny whatever price I have paid to be free
To some it may appear that I’m just wasting time
While to others it may look more like I’m heading towards a self destructive sign
My heart has been through so much disappointment lately that I feel out of control
Desperately clinging on to whatever semblance of familiarity can try to make it whole
One part wants a lover, while the other wants a mate.
Perhaps which path I take may lead to what is needed before it is too late
Some say we lead our way by predestined design
Others by a process of resign
I’m learning to give and take from what each has to give
I try not to ask for too much resolve and to live and let live
Try not to get yourself hurt friends have offered up as advice
Do whatever goodness you can and don’t leave things to their own device
What good can come from playing those who want a piece of you?
Giving in to desire can often lead to a false sense of what was never true
In the end we will be what we’ll be
Ask not for something that you cannot see
Steer away from a path of easy delights
Seek out a harder trail, one that will give your heart what it needs without taking too big a bite

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Are We Paying Attention??

It is a basic tenant of driving that anyone who moves her vehicle can ONLY DO SO after she checks to make sure that the way is clear for her to move. In this case, if she had checked, she would have seen your vehicle and she would have taken precautions to avoid it.

She cannot claim that she did not see your vehicle since the law is that every driver is bound to know what facts are there to be seen if only they had looked.

Hence, it makes no difference whatsoever to her negligence that your vehicle was pointed the wrong way. Either she would have seen your vehicle if she had looked, or if it was not there, then not. But either way, whether it was pointing this way or that way or sideways, or even standing on its end, if your vehicle was there to be seen by her before she backed up, then it was her obligation to exercise vigilance BEFORE she moved her vehicle. In this she failed, and your damages are her responsibility.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

The Art of Hiking in the Desert and Avoiding Coyotes

Well this is a first for me to have a title before finishing a blog.
But as you know I do a lot of hiking. I wanted to do a little about some of the things that I love about it and some of the pet peeves I have about it too. I've been hiking for a while in a Coyote habitat. While some areas are well traveled and safe but some are away from the majority of hikers and the road less traveled. In general I hear the coyotes more than see them but I have come across a pack or two on occasion.
I hike with my dog mostly. She is my companion and leader. I want to say something about hiking etiquette. These trails, while state owned do not have rangers hiking the trails after you to clean up your messes. Your mother isn't going to come along to pick up after you either. People will clean up after their dog and then leave the plastic bag by the trail?? Who do you think is going to clean up or pick that up for you? Get real! If you don't want to take it with you, then the least you can do is pick it up off the trail then fling it off the trail. At least it can biodegrade that way.
Anyway, back to the coyotes. They can smell you coming for pretty far and the groups I've seen are pretty well organized. They are not your small skinny variety either. These are big like wolves or at least as big as my Lab/boxer. They travel in packs of 5-7. They do not use the trails that we use but tend to circumvent them although I see their droppings on the trail all the time I believe they may only use them at night. They are quite gracious to watch as they move so inconspicuous to us for the most part. When running they are like watching a beautiful glide in motion. Once I spot them, I observe their behavior. one one time just stood ground staring at me and Amber. I was glad he was by himself that day. Other times they take off and sometimes I can watch them without them even making us out. It gives me a feeling of eeriness and some warped sense of belonging to this earth if that makes sense. I promise not to become a stupid trusting or taking wild animals for granted statistic.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Reality of Fantasy

It used to mean a feeling of separation from friends, family, the self.
Now it means a loss of connection to the almighty Internet.
As if we are really connected anyways? With a global connection of false identities how does one know who is real and who is fake?
This wonderful curse we have bestowed upon ourselves to the point where millions believe this is some kind of real connection. I believe in it myself until some kind of changing event happens to wake yourself up to reality.
Real life is like a brick wall waiting to smack some sense into us. We should hit it willingly more often.
One of the great grounders that gives you instant realization. Of course if you want more gentle approach, one can try walking barefoot in the park or anywhere on mother earth for that matter.
One can think they know someone until that shift in the mundane routine slaps you in the face with a whole new awakening.

Does absence really make the heart grow founder? Not hardly these days.
It makes me more bitter, the realization that one may never live out the fantasy.
That what we hold on to with such diligence is merely a false hope.
Why we seek out someone so far and impossible to reach.
Is it the ultimate purity of knowing you may never reach them?
Or is it a safe way of giving yourself so completely without having to endure the  repercussions that are sure to follow.
But then again fantasies do come true sometimes and keeping dreams alive help to keep our souls healthy.
I will continue to live in my dreams and aspirations as that is what I'm made of and I cannot change who I am.
Why would I want to?