Showing posts with label Inspiring Words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inspiring Words. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

A new journey begins.

Hello there, folks! I am proud and very excited to announce a new project/journey I am about to begin! I am going to be tweeting something I am grateful for everyday! I had a twitter years ago and I found it to be boring and useless. It seemed to be a way to glimpse into celebrity's lives, something I was not at all interested in, so I deleted it. But I have been reading this extremely inspiring book titled "The Art of Non-Conformity" by Chris Guillebeau. Reading this book, I am coming up with more and more ideas for self-growth and how I can possibly help others at the same time. I realized that twitter could be used for good, if used in the right way. I hope to inspire people to look at their own lives and see all there is to be grateful for. I hope that I inspire people to slow down, sit down, breathe slowly, to really notice the breeze caressing their skin, to really notice the patterns of the clouds, to really notice the specks in their lover's eyes. I am hopeful that others will join in and begin tweeting things they are grateful for as well. I want to start a grateful revolution! I hope you all will join me, if you have a twitter! You can follow me at  https://twitter.com/gratefulgasping. And check out "The Art of Non-Conformity", it is very inspiring indeed!

And now, here is some recent art!
I made this lovely lady at the art walk my town has every month! I plan to use her in a bigger piece.
(My friend said that she terrified him. A comment that I am quite proud of, honestly.) 

Art Journal 3/1/13

Art Journal 3/5/13

A commission piece for a friend. 


I hope you all are well. I hope you are making your dreams come true. I hope you are always finding things to be grateful for! I am grateful for each and every person that reads this! Thank you!

Friday, July 27, 2012

Beyond The Name

"The name that can be named is not the eternal name." - The Tao Te Ching

I quite enjoy pondering the infinite nature of our Creator; how the Spirit transcends time, space, realms, dimensions, and most importantly, the roles we are constantly trying to cram the Spirit into. God is not God because we call him thus, he is not Father, Son, Holy Spirit, because we call him thus. He does not exist by the mere confirmation of our words. The Being is beyond our perceptions, beyond our faith, beyond our prayers, beyond our averted eyes when we pass the homeless, beyond our ever growing worship centers with 30 t.v.s and comfy auditoriums that fit 3,000 people. He is beyond the role of our petty expectations; expectations to hate homosexuals, or make tribes in Africa act just like us, or to heal every hunger/disease/travesty that we just don't have the time to bother with.

I suppose I am going into rant mode. I guess I just wish people would realize that the Eternal being permeates everything, it is not shackled to our version of Him, our our ideals, or our religious texts, or our names. He is not his name. He is his existence. He is breath, beauty, thunder, hunger, agony, peace, light, the fabric of creation, the weaver, the healer, the incredibly blinding truth. And no name we give Him, no role we cast upon Him will ever be the Creator's true state, will never define his unfailing essence. I wish we could all rejoice in each other's knowledge and experiences with the Being instead of scoffing at anything that goes against our self made image of what a relationship with and worship of the Creator should be. May you all worship and revel in the form of the Spirit that is most prevalent and true to you. Amen!

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Abundance

I thought I may write a short, sweet blog on the topic of abundance. I was meditating in Maldives' yard a few mornings ago and I became quite peaceful in the knowledge of complete abundance. I am in a transitional phase in my life, I am without work and quite without money in which to eat, let alone pay those pesky bills that keep us sustained in society. I have, at times, felt helpless and utterly without; without the means to provide for myself, without the means of a positive future, without the means to achieve the dreams I so desperately seek. I do try fiercely to remain in the positive realm of perception, but even I can be darkened by uncertainty's looming shadow. But as I sat meditating, I looked above me, at the brilliance of the green leaves as the sun filtered through them to meet my skin. I breathed slowly and surely, interchanging my energy with the earth's. I am not as without as I find myself want to believe. My eyes receive abundance in beautiful things to witness, my lungs receive abundance in refreshing air to breathe, my spirit receives abundance in the vibrational connection to the breathing fibers of the universe, my being itself receives abundance in the blessings my dear Creator pours upon me. I am resting peacefully in sweet, harmonious abundance. I live in excessive blessings, I shall not want. I wish the same to all of you, the people whom brighten my life so unknowingly. Namaste!

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

I am 24.

I am back in Oklahoma! It still feels pretty weird! I miss Stargasm (my Colorado family) sooo much! I am 24 and starting a new chapter in my life. I am so insanely different from the person who left Oklahoma eight months ago. Back then I was filled with fear and self-doubt, leaning on friends, afraid to take a step forward in any direction. I felt invisible, insignificant, and forgettable. I was petty and self-centered. And for the life of me, I couldn't figure out why I was any of those things, I was just running around in circles, flailing about but not accomplishing anything. The Truth sought me out in Colorado. I stopped flailing about and I sat still and breathed. And that's when the truth unfolded all around me. I breathed it in and we became the same vibrational energy. I learned some extravagant things about my Creator, the universe, my energy, my ego, my false self and my true self. Coming back to Oklahoma was a majorly scary step. Would I fall back on who I was before or would my true self expand in the land of my history? And thus far, I feel quite free from my past. I am standing firm in my breathing and not letting myself fall into people's preconceived notion of who I should be based on who I may have been in the past. I am humbled, I am patient, I am outside my own self, seeing and experiencing all things as they really are. I am accepting, dropping projections and expectations. I am throwing myself off the ledge into things that I fear, realizing that thinking about doing thing is by far more frightening than actually doing them. Some people may be disappointed in who I am, that I am not the Robyn they expect me to be. And that is very sad for them. But I can not allow it to instill a fear in me that paralyzes me from action, that causes me to clothe myself in a fake skin, to project an illusion that they desire. My energy is better spent loving without limits, healing whom I can, and experiencing this human existence with unbounding joy, laughing at the little things with a laughter that shakes my very bones. I'm a minimalist, anti-consumerist, feminist, anti-rape culture, liberal minded, thrift store addicted, lucy in the sky exploring, earth loving, energy harnessing, vagabonding, positive body image supporter, burlesque loving healer. Which is all, of course, the very tip of the iceberg of my being. But I am everything that I am, in constant forming and unforming, becoming and unbecoming, with an openness and acceptance of whatever "I" am at each unfolding moment. What a freedom to embrace!

Monday, May 21, 2012

Face Full of Truth

I am a dreamer. I can not help it! I always have been and I probably always will. I dream of a minimalist life, living outside society's norms, living outside consumerism, hurting the earth as little as possible and hopefully healing more than I hurt. And I have made steps along this peaceful path. But I mostly cling to dreaming of a future in which I practice all these things and live happily in some quiet cottage, surrounded by forest and a babbling brook, or what have you. But the truth is, that is not going to happen tomorrow, or in the next year, and depending on where this path of life takes me, I may not ever get there. I am not living out my own beliefs and ideals because I am waiting for some picture perfect life to fall into my lap first. But really, my life is crazy, chaotic and not calming down anytime soon. I work a physically demanding job, I am moving back to my home state in 11 days, I am currently living with 7 people in a four bedroom house, and mostly, my mind is racing. All.the.time.

So, because my life is an unpredictable chaos ball, I don't have time to waste on waiting. I need to start practicing my ideals now. I need to get rid of all these excess possessions, I need to make my own soaps and remedy products as opposed to buying chemicals and supporting the corrupt medical system. I need to buy healthy, local, and organic foods. I need to stop giving money to companies whose values and actions I do not support at all. I need to stop eating meat. Seriously. I need to do work that is meaningful to me, that I am passionate about. I need to let go of my little comforts and really practice what I know to be true for my life. I need to stop the little voice that says "Well, you are way better than 99% of America, you don't own a huge t.v. or a snazzy car, you meditate and focus on positive energy, you are patient and compassionate and you write poetry and all that cool stuff."

I am never going to heal this Earth by dreaming, or wishing, or waiting around, or feeling high and mighty at accomplishing the bare minimum. I am never going to create the life I wish for all beings if I do not create it for myself first. I can not heal another spirit until I have sucked society's poison of comfort and complacency from my own veins.

I need to get radical. I need to get weird. I need to get extreme. People will get annoyed, people will get weirded out, and people will get a face full of truth.

But I need a face full of truth first. And instead of just dreaming for it, I am going to run towards it, noodle arming it and screaming like a banshee from hell. I'm not quite sure why, but it feels really right.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Hungry Ghosts

      In the Buddhist tradition, a Hungry Ghost is a ghost with a massive belly but an unbearable small throat. Hungry Ghost want to eat to fill the hunger of their monstrous bellies but their throats are so small that enough food never goes through. So, they are constantly hungry, constantly seeking to fill the void that is their stomachs, but they never do get enough.
   
In case you haven’t cottoned on quite yet, this is a pretty precise parallel to us, the human race.
Especially in our “see it, need it now” society, in which we are always looking outside our lives and saying “That over there, if I have that, I would be happy.”, “Once I have enough money to do this, I will be happy.”, “If I lived there, I’d be happy.”
   
    We hardly ever focus on the moment of our lives in which we are currently residing. We hardly ever look around us and appreciate the copious amounts of blessings that are poured on us daily. We hardly ever look around us and appreciate the people in our lives for who they truly are instead of whom we expect them to be, or appreciate the trees in our yard, the sky above our heads, the food we eat, our ability to keep breathing from moment to moment, our ability to think and to feel, and we almost NEVER appreciate ourselves.
    The monster that is consumerism is constantly whispering in our ear, saying ‘You are not complete, you are not enough.” They do this so that we will buy more things, to fill our hungry void. Because we look around at our possessions and we believe they define us, we believe that these things are truly ours, that because we have them, our life is improved, that WE are improved.
       
       Realize your hungering, your desires to add more and more to your life as an attempt to BE more. And before you act on these hungerings, stop. 
Breathe. 
Look around you. Look at how the sunlight hits the artwork in your living room, look at how the wind lightly rustles the trees in your yard. Look at the people around you, look at how they smile, how they laugh, their little quirks that make them so uniquely them, and realize your unconditional love for them without expecting them to be a certain way. Look at yourself, look at each part of your body and realizing all the things those body parts allow you to do, realize that this beautiful body is a vessel for your soul, that it doesn’t need to be ten pounds lighter to serve you well, it is doing a damn great job as it is, and how it looks rarely corresponds to how well it does its job. Look at your spirit, your true self, realize your brilliant attributes, realize your many talents, realize your patience, or your inherent generosity, or your artistic ability. Realize that you have all of these things in rich abundance. 
             
             You are not in need. Feel how full your life is, savor the richness of your being. Then feel that hungering void fade away. Because you don’t need that purse to be the caring person you are, you don’t need to move to find meaning or substance, you don’t need the newest Apple product to be a beautiful being, you don’t need those shoes to enjoy spending time with your friends, to enjoy a thunderstorm, to enjoy being able to exist, to revel in the brilliance of this human experience.
      You have all you need, your throat is reasonably sized as well as your stomach. You don’t not need to add and consume more and more. You need to take away. You need to remove all the insubstantial things that block the spring of wellness and joy in your life. You need to give up t.v. time and enjoy your children’s playful presence. You need to give up spending $50 on a night out drinking, and enjoy the movements of your body as it dances the night away. You need to give up shopping sprees and enjoy a cup of tea, good music, a walk in the park, a craft brunch with friends.

                  You don’t have to be a hungry ghost. You don’t have a void to fill, so when you add, add, add and consume, consume, consume, you just end up drowning and suffocating in a sea of things, a sea of hunger, a sea of never being satisfied; a tide so high that you cannot see the vibrant sky, the openness of being open to all things, of accepting all things, or appreciating all things; the peace of being entirely full on what you already have.

Monday, March 12, 2012

The Human Experience

Something I wrote in my notebook. I think a lot about what I call "The Human Experience" and all it's wonders.

"All of these people look like they take their lives so seriously; their jobs, their relationships, their appearance, how they are perceived by others. I hope to never take myself so seriously. Actually, I make it a goal to not take my life so seriously. Why do we act like everything is peachy and sparkly? (Granted, at times, it certainly can be!) The human experience is dark and dirty, painful and yet unceasingly magical and brilliant. But the pain, the shadows, the sweat of the dark pits; that is part of the beauty, and it's worth acknowledging."

I don't want to take my relationships seriously. We are human, infinitely flawed. Why harbor deep anger when someone messes up? The anger hurts us more than it hurts them. Troubles are not the end of friendships, and laughter is always appropriate, even in the darkest of times. I don't want to take my appearance seriously. I am a mess eighty percent of the time. I am chubby (I like to call it soft, personally.), my teeth are not perfect, my skin is all kinds of weird; but why should I care?  I never want to take how people perceive me seriously. People could know me for 20 years and still only know the smallest part of me. Such an immense portion of human interaction is shallow, skin deep, the tip of the iceberg. Why should I care what others think of me when they don't even know me? I am weird, I screw up, I say the wrong things at the wrong time, I hurt people, I can be closed off, I am confusing, I am definitely confused. I feel dark and weird things, I am a mess, I am a wreck of passions, desires, love, hurt, pain, fears, magic, dreams, kindness, ignorance, intelligence, and so many feelings that I don't believe most of them have names.

And I don't take any of that too seriously. It's just me, my human experience. It ebbs and flows as I continue breathing. I don't hide it, I don't try to change it. I just be it, as freely as I can. I experience until I don't anymore. I think being serious and safe so we can reach death emotionally and mentally whole, in tact, never experiencing anything scary or damaging, is a great disservice to our human experience. I would much rather arrive at the end covered in mud, blood, and sweat, out of breath, emotionally torn to shreds, facing every imaginable fear face on, sword in hand. THAT is the human experience. It is real, raw, and terrifying. It's not houses, it's not stable income or stable emotions, it's not Hollywood, or Hollywood perfect romances. It's the fight, the grit, the dark, the abyss within us that we fear to enter because it houses the swirling chaos of human experience.

And it's beautiful, bright, and brilliant. And it's happening, right now. It's the swelling music, the caress of the wind, the salt of the sea, the howl of the wolf, the pang of lingering memories, the soaring feeling in a great kiss, the dark hours where our demons reside, the smile of our most beloved. We can hide from it, we can ignore it. But it is us and we are it. And that is worth acknowledging, accepting, appreciating, and admiring.

Welcome to the human experience. Are you afraid? You definitely should be. And then you should punch that fear in the face.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012


"..for Quickbeam often laughed. He laughed if the sun came out from behind a cloud, he laughed if they came upon a stream or a spring: then he stooped and splashed his feet and head with water; he laughed sometimes at some sound or whisper in the trees."- "Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers" by J.R. Tolkien.
I read this and instantly jotted down the words so I could remember them! Quickbeam is an Ent, and for those that are not down with the LOTR universe, Ents are tree-like creatures that look after the trees! They are one of my favorite parts of Lord of the Rings; they are old, wise, they think a long time before acting or speaking, and they care deeply for the earth. And Quickbeam reminds me a lot of the person I try to be! I don't always make it, and a lot of times I just get caught up in my own troubles and worries that I don't take time to notice anything around me. But I do try to notice the little things and to appreciate them. I enjoy watching a dog play in the snow, or appreciating the form of a pretty rock, or looking up to see the stars instead of focusing on getting to where I am going. Because, really, it's the going that really matters, not the arrival. I think the world would be a much happier, brighter place if we could all appreciate the small things around us. If we could laugh at the sun warming our skin and the stream bubbling along merrily, or the sound of the wind, or the bark on the trees, or the falling of snow. Even for a few minutes, if we could step outside our troubles and worries about bills or work or chores or errands or the future or the past or our weight or our fears or our social anxiety or our relationship problems. If we could just let it go for a moment, and just get lost in a snowflake, or a bee collecting pollen, or the notes of a song, or the sound of pen against paper, or the strokes of colors in a painting; if we can get lost in the beauty of things, for just a moment, I think we could form the habit of always finding something to laugh about, to appreciate, even in the darkest of times. It's certainly worth a try! Even keeping a little notebook and pen and writing down all the things that you notice throughout the day that make your heart a little lighter. I think when we return to our worries and troubles, they will feel slightly lighter and seem a little smaller. I hope you all find bountiful things to laugh at and appreciate in the coming days! I hope we can laugh at the streams of goodness in our lives and splash around in them with reckless abandon and joy, without fear or judgement! These moments will strengthen us anew with hope, so that we can make the world around us even brighter! So, I guess to sum it all up, cherish these moments, let yourself experience true joy; because the world needs you at your most bright and brilliant! And you wouldn't want to let the WORLD down, would you? Hmmmmmm?!

Friday, January 20, 2012

Let's Talk Dirty

"Some of the happiest people in the world, go home smelling to high heaven at the end of the day." -God (as played by Morgan Freeman), Bruce Almighty

I love this quote because it specifically reminds me of my dad. When I was a kid, my dad worked on a pig farm. And we would wait up for him to come home from work. And when he did, he smelled. Bad. Really bad. And he was dirty. But we were still excited to see him and he was excited to see us, and just as jolly as usual. If I ever smell that lingering pig farm smell again, I will instantly think of my childhood and my dad, being happy to get home to his kids, and smelling like pig crap.
Because happiness doesn't come from smelling good, or being clean. We associate success with clean cut business suits and shiny shoes and shiny cars and shiny houses and a shiny happy family, with shining smiles, straight out of Pleasantville.
But that's not real!
Office jobs, writing reports, fancy suits, expensive watches, perfect people with perfect lives, shiny cars, big houses with big t.v.s, shiny credit cards, those aren't real life.
Life is not a pristine experience, it is not soft, it is not shiny, it is not clean, it is not perfect, symmetrical, or fancy.
Real life is waking up to the human experience. It's dirty, and frantic, and confusing, it's an array of every emotion often felt at the wrong time. It's filled with imperfect people. It's filled with courage and hope, and shadows and pain, love and rage. And it hurts. It hurts a lot. But it's the most magical thing. It defies logic, it's beyond our comprehensions, it's filled to the brim with miracles and it's reaches from the pits of human weakness to the peak of human compassion. And we are everywhere in between, winding on this chaotic path with a frenzy we don't understand.
One time Loveknob and I were walking and he laughs as he points out that he walks around the mud, whereas I just stomp on through it. And I am like "Yeah! No mud is going to stop me from walking wherever I damn well please!" And it doesn't. When I look to paths I wish to take, the paths that really make my heart jump and my spirit ache for movement, they are not crystal clear. They are not void of mud or obstacles or jagged rocks or flesh eating turnips. They look scary, menacing, intimidating. But I will come out on the other end, triumphiant, my mind weary, my muscles aching, my eyes barely staying open, my feet barely taking the next step, with scratches on my skin and mud caked in my hair, and somehow, completely covered in pig crap. And I will be victorious. I will feel brighter, my smile will be stronger, my laughter uproarious, my tears will be of pure inexpressible joy. I will be the happiest me that has yet existed and I will smell to high heavens at the end of the day.

Friday, January 13, 2012

What I Wrote: Friday the 13th

Write uninhibited, unabashed, unforgiving, unspectacular, unnoticed, unapologetic, unsatisfied, unseen, unregretful, voiceless, powerless, with the deepest tones of magic; pure untattered, untarnished magic.
The magic of the dust in the eyes of the universe, energy of the spoken word, lapping through space in waves, ebbing and flowing, arching new openings to some other wonderland we keep dreaming about; brought to life by the edge of our fingertips, the warmth of human touch, the growing light that flickers through the winds of the storm but never goes out.
Write in chaos, sprawled across the walls of the world, the skin we live in, the sky that keeps us locked away.
Write in colors across the canvas, depicting this internal dance of demons and anger and a drumbeat that matches our marching hearts, stomping out a cadence, an eternal symphony, an empty orchestra that sets the stars in song and we cry at the words we can not comprehend.
And we search, we search for the meaning, we search for the truth, we search for some comfort or some chaos or some air to breathe besides these broken bones.
And for infinity we search, never growing weary, never losing hope, never closing our eyes without seeing seeing the bright horizon.
We carry on, we hold on hope, we fail to falter, we believe.
If ever there was something to be remembered for, if all else is lost and but one word remains, then let us rest in peace, never forgotten, brought to life on the lips of every being that says
"I believe."

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Greeting 2012 With A Grinning Spirit

A decade ago, Neil Gaiman wrote on his blog:
"May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget
to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself."

And this quote fully embodies what I desire in 2012.
2011 has been a year of intense, frightening, painful, amazing, magical, beautiful, and refreshing growth. I lost my dearest friend, I grew apart from many others, I felt a lot of pain and loneliness, I made some big mistakes, sometimes I made beautiful things and thought wonder thoughts and hugged amazing people. I found a brilliant person to journey with, I moved to Boulder, I cried a lot and laughed even more. I made huge discoveries about friendship, the power of words and energy, my spiritual self, and just how strong I really am.

I have decided not to have a new year's resolution, has anyone ever actually achieved those silly things? No one I know has, and I know i certainly never have. I believe new year's resolutions are hardly achieved because they are mostly things we feel like we should do to become some ideal version of ourselves that is pressed upon us by the influences of society, and not really desires of growth and experience that come from within. Usually they are just goals to make sure we are living the ideal life, as portrayed by outside ideals and expectations.
We should focus on what drives us, what excites us, what makes our spirit glow. These are the things we will accomplish out of pure passion and desire, not for the means of checking something of a list. We desire to merely attempt them, to explore them, to experience them; not just finish them.

I have thought a lot recently about my passions, my creative spirit and areas of growth I wish to explore.

I have developed a very exciting idea about starting an organization that hosts events to raise money for various causes. The events will be a chaos of creativity; including crafts, art, music, spoken word, and perchance even story telling and dancing! This is an idea I am very, very excited about!

I really, really want to write more fiction! Faery tales and fantasy adventures especially! Give me goblins and dragons and princesses and elves and talking animals and trickster pixies! I also want to explore storytelling! I remember telling my little siblings all kinds of crazy stories when we were younger. Storytelling seems fun, taking people on incredible journey's as they listen, seeing their reactions to plot twist, getting them to laugh or even cry, to entrance them away from reality for just a little bit. It's a powerful gift, I hope I can embody it and use it wisely.

I would like to become even more minimalist and consuming less. I have been fairly good about not buying things I don't need. I have been shopping at thrift stores for most things that I do need. But I could get rid of more things. I am thinking of leaning more towards vegetarian, except fish occasionally. The amount of energy and grain that is used to produce meat is astronomical and I really don't want to contribute to it. I would like to dumpster dive for food to decrease the amount of food I have to purchase. Luckily, dumpster diving is a popular concept here in Boulder so I can find someone to go with!

I would like to disconnect more, I go numb in front of this computer. The internet is so full of knowledge that I want to read, read, read and read! So many blogs, so many pretty pictures, so much good music! But I need to sign off and connect with reality, my actual life. I want to explore nature more, and meditate more, and pray more, and journal more and feel more connected to the universe I am a part of, instead of only being connected to the internet universe I give so much of my self to. This will be hard, since both sides are sides that I enjoy immensely. I just need to balance them better.

I have high hopes for 2012! I hope all of you had a lovely 2011 and I hope you all find your passions and your creative spirits in 2012! You are all brilliant!

Thursday, December 16, 2010

i would buy myself a grey quitar and play

I am listening to Counting Crows right now.
I will alwayssss love them!
I never really have an urge to listen to them all the time, and can go months without listening to them.
But it always seems that they re-enter my life exactly when I need them most.
I will never forget the first time I really heard them.
In acting class, when my first HUGE crush lip synced "Mr. Jones" for music day.
Ah.
And that was what, 7 years ago?
Wheeeeeew. Craziness.
It's really, really odd to think about how far I have come in life. The insane ups and downs that only I know of, the drama with friends, the ones that left and the amazing ones that had hearts big enough to love me no matter what, the hearts I've broken, the heartbreak I've been through, the self-searching, my reliance on others, my years of feeling lost, numb, extremely confused. I hate how complex I am, how I never seem to know what I want, that I don't get things right away, that I don't have things all figured out...actually no. Scratch that.
I really, really love who I am. I am very confused and have exceptionally little figured out, but I am very happy. Probably more happy than a lot of people that have so much figured out. Not all who wander are lost. I definitely don't feel lost anymore. I don't feel like I am living in the shadow of others, I feel like a real and actual person. And maybe not one other soul around me will notice me, or my worth, but for some reason, I know it doesn't matter. I just know that I feel such passion for life, for existing, for love, that nothing and no one can damper it. And everyday, I struggle to see the light and not feel numb, everyday it's a battle. And it's not always easy. But at least I have the ability to fight. And that in itself is a beautiful thing.
Anyways, not a whole lot is going on with me lately, working and hanging out with friends, nothing too out of the ordinary. I am pretty content with being pretty boring, actually. I am preferring the quiet in life right now.
I usually include pictures but I am feeling kinda lazy tonight. Soooo sorry, maybe in the next post.....two months from now? Haha!

Monday, September 13, 2010

when i die

With my grandpa dying and everyone wanting to do things their way, I decided I would say a few things I definitely want and hope my loved ones will respect when I die. I don't plan on dying until I am at least 98, so these won't be necessary for a looong time. But I can't help but think about them.
I think it would neat to have a slide show or something with "Into the West" by Annie Lennox playing. Sounds a little weird, right? Here are the lyrics:

"Lay down, your sweet and weary head.
Night is falling.
You have come to journey’s end.
Sleep now, and dream
of the ones who came before.
They are calling,
from across a distant shore.

Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see.
All of your fears will pass away.
Safe in my arms, you’re only sleeping.

What can you see,
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea,
a pale moon rises.
The ships have come,
to carry you home.

And all will turn,
to silver glass.
A light on the water.
All souls pass.

Hope fades,
Into the world of night.
Through shadows falling,
Out of memory and time.

Don’t say,
We have come now to the end.
White shores are calling.
You and I will meet again.
And you’ll be here in my arms,
Just sleeping.

What can you see,
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea,
a pale moon rises.
The ships have come,
to carry you home.
And all will turn,
to silver glass.
A light on the water.
Grey ships pass
Into the West."

I feel like everything I would want to say to my loved ones after I die is in this song; that I am being carried home, that they should not weep, that one day we will meet again. And it is just this beautiful, haunting song.
And then I would want Jill to say some things about me.
And I want everyone to be given wands. And after the speech, I want everyone to lift them up in the air, like they did for Dumbledore.
Then I want glow sticks thrown about and a dance party to ensue because I am in HEAVEN!
I am not joking. This is for real.
And I want to be cremated and my ashes to be buried/thrown somewhere I love, my favorite place, which I don't think I know what that is yet. So let's just say the ocean for now.
But I still want a tombstone, in Norman. That says something really neat, like "now i settle in to watch the universe flow by." or maybe something a bit more off, a Dumbledore quote, or maybe Lil Wayne. Who knows. Something kind of quirky, you know? Like "Robyn Lynn Mitchell: beloved daughter, friend, and cabbage." or something more profound like "Stand Unafraid". So, obviously, that part needs some finalizing.
Anyways, this may have been a downer. Hope not. Heaven awaits.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

listening to emery on a sunday night

I am 22. I see life as a playground, an art piece, an incredible, miraculous chance to create beautiful things. I love red hair. I love swimming. The ocean calls my spirit. It might be my spirit. I think God reaches me through the clouds. He shows himself so clearly in them. I love thunderstorms. I love lightening. I love good music and singing at the top of my lungs. I like the ukulele. I like turtle, foxes, wolves, and owls. I have dreams about alternate realities and future Utopian societies. I get bored with my hair about every month and change it often. Material wise, I think less is best. But I still buy so much jewelry. Apple's hold over America's hearts and souls really annoys me. I love writing poems. I feel like it is more like the universe saying something through me and less like me saying something to the universe. I like Zen. It helps connect to creation, the universe, the Creator, and all existence. I'm still looking for my place in the world. I don't mind the journey. I like massage therapy. I like smelling like sunflower oil all the time. I like going to shows. I feel at peace at shows, it's a place my spirit feels at home. I love being nerdy. I love Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, anime, ect. I love Asian culture, especially Japanese. I love dreads and tattoos. I love watercolors. I love my friends, my true friends, that are more a part of my spirit than anything else. I love people that inspire me. I like the 30s, hippies, steampunk, mythical beings and faeries. I like musicals. I like contradictions. I like chaos. I like feeling infinitely small in the universe, yet a part of the universe, which is infinitely everything. I am an ever changing current, flowing through existence. And I love being.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

enough writing

haha. so much for that once a week blogging ideal, eh?
that was, for lack of a better phrase, and epic fail.
but that's quite okay. it's all okay.
because i am still me, in my reality, in the universe, with my Creator at my side.
and i am existing.and i still feel like a lot of times, i am wasting such existence.
i always write about these ideals, these plans. but mostly just fall in the cracks or my own chaos.
daily life is tiresome, i just need to find a joy in every moment, and i am trying.
and trying, the struggle, makes me feel very alive. and to feel like you are fighting for something, to feel alive, is such an awakening and satisfying feeling.
and to exist in all of this whilst be surrounded by the Creator's splendor, the same Creator that created you, you just feel connect and beautiful and like your existence, if even to yourself, is special. i don't really know what i am babbling about. my pores just pour out positivity and possibility.
in reflection of my last post, goals are good. but really, i am bad at them. or time limits, i think.
i just have this feeling of ease inside me, that everything i need to experience will happen, in it's own time.
but i am existing with the concieved notion that i will live a long life. and i pray that i do.
here i am, being attached to being human again, but really, i think on my life, and i see myself in older years, experiencing great things, living fully until 90 or so. i know it's wrong, but if it's cut short, i will feel my life as incomplete, even though i'm sure feelings of bitterness and discontent won't exist when i die.
so, i really should be doing things i enjoy as often as possible, and work towards living a life i desire now, since it may be over before i wish it to be. but at the same time, be at peace with the things that may not be experienced, and not stress over them, or feel loss, like a life less lived. and just live with ease, creating a life i enjoy, but at my own pace. i guess, i just don't want any moment to be some boring prologue to a "real" moment in my life, you know?
wow. i really am not certain that made any sense. i didn't mean to write all that, really. but i feel i needed to say it, i think. i definitely don't feel like deleting it. maybe it will make sense to me sometime in the future, and it means something know. mostly just my chaos reality written out.
i meant to just write a small thing about my life list. things i want to experience before i die.
here are a few:
see the aurora borealis
live on a boat
walk across the u.s.
visit japan, egypt, ireland, new zealand, many others
learn to surf and snowboard
start a tent village
write many books!
fly on a plane
take a train somewhere
bungee jump
live in a tree in the woods
make a documentary
make a movie in general/be in a movie
learn to play the melodica, the harmonica, guitar, and probably more weird, world instruments
play a show with or in a band
go skinny dipping
and more. much more. but there, that is some of them.
and i guess the point is, i keep viewing my life in the future. like "once i go to school and get a real job, THEN i can do this." or "once i've experience more or learned all about how to do this certain thing, THEN i'll do it."
and it's just a cage i build on my own existence. and certainly, i am comfortable in my own existence.
but i am wasting it. and it's wasting me. so let's pray, everyone pray, that i take each moment as a chance to enjoy existing and to stop wasting time and energy on comfort, when there is so much experience. and reletively so little time to experience it.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

stop crying your heart out

I think Oasis knows what they are talking about.
Lately, all of my Zen has fallen out of my heart and blackness has taken it's spot.
I think I have seen enough of Norman, OK and these four walls I have been in all these years.
I am not complaining, it is poison.
Speaking of the phrase "stop crying your heart out", I am torn. Torn between the desire to live passionately, crying out in joy and love, in all senses "crying my heart out", being radical, being heard, being felt. Or being quiet and wise, like Asian monks, up in the mountains, who only speak when they have something entirely profound to say that they have been thinking on for days. Is the first option a choice of folly? But I feel like this world is so loud, you must be radical to be heard.
Or maybe it is silence that draws the most attention, because it is so rare.
I am torn between my heart being on fire and having a gentle spirit. I simply can not decide.
I think the only thing I can do is choose to be a woman of peace, trying constantly to do everything in love, renouncing hatred, doing everything in the name of my Creator, to be in His hands, and to spread hope to everyone I meet. I desire, more than money, more than acceptance, more than meeting Neil Gaiman, to be that person. I know I am so far off, I know I have let myself get so far off track, but I am not in despair. Not one being is too lost.
This summer, the desire to live outside has come to me, kind of out of nowhere. But it has crept in and is constantly gnawing at me. I fell as if my spirit in need of growth and these four walls are caging it in. I want to live on the bare essentials. I have never held society's ideals of going to college, getting a decent job, living well off, nice house, ect. ect. My dreams, my stories, my spirit, has never desired that lifestyle and I can no longer feel sorry about that. As much as I enjoy facebook and fine eating and cute clothes, I don' need them and they distract me from real living. Me, in my body, living, in THIS world, this Earth that was created for us, to experience the beauties and wonders of nature, to experience the phenomena of human nature, interacting with one another with compassion and joy, on a different level that the day to day meetings as we go to school, go to work, working to advance their own status in society. Maybe I won't make some magnificent difference in this world, but to touch people's live for even a second, to make people see hope, to make people believe there is something bigger than what they wrap themselves in, to do my part, however little, to make this world even a fragment brighter, that is all I can hope to accomplish. I have come across two people that inspire me greatly, and have set in my heart a new desire. Dashiel Alsup is walking from the Florida to the Canadian border, he is in association with an organization called Soles4Souls. His blog is located here: http://walkforshoes.blogspot.com/. The other is Matt Green, walking from New York to Oregon. He does not have any record to break or any cause. He just likes to walk. His website is loated here: http://www.imjustwalkin.com/.
Reading their blogs, I want to cry at their stories of their meetings, the kindness of strangers, getting to know the downtrodden and heartbroken, and these same people still willing to help them out, even when they have nothing. It's extraordinary. I want to walk. I know that I couldn't do it alone. I would need a male companion. And I think who that happens to be is a really important factor and I am not certain I have meet them yet. So I am waiting and praying.
I want to sleep in sleeping bags, experience the short exchange between strangers that can last only minutes but can have a lifetime affect, that can light a spark and shed some light in the darkness. I want to experience having nothing, being looked down upon but never losing hope, never losing faith. I want to experience a world outside the one that society seems Hell bent on placing me in. Living in a treehouse/tent for now, is a small step. I am praying for strength to give things up, to be courageous, to not live in fear, to have the words to say what needs to be said, to repel the darkness and hate that can easily seep into my veins, to always keep my eyes and heart on my Creator, to know my purpose, my origin, my meaning. It is not always about the comfort that comes with a personal relationship with Him, more growth comes from the discomfort in the servitude of Him.

Friday, April 30, 2010

Ashlee Madison

how beautiful your creations, Lord,
how wondrous is the voice that escapes their throats,
how unending is the love leaving their hearts
[to reach us]
oh, the compassion that flows,
the faith that is shown.
blessed are the lives they touch,
Your beautiful creations.
how bright they shine in the sea of dark
how heartily they heal the broken in heart
oh, the songs they sing for You,
so that You might love a nation,
how they sing forever,
Your beautiful creations.

[we hadn't talked in years, but i still felt okay, knowing there was this beautiful light for Christ out there in this dark world. so, i am not angry or upset, personally. her time in my life was a blessing. but i'm sad for the world, it just got a little dimmer.]

Sunday, April 4, 2010

extreme chaos of thoughts on "the zen commandments" by dean sluyter

I read "the zen commandments" by dean sluyter, it's not just for buddhist or based on any doctrine, it was more of how to be zen/practice zen in any religion, lifestyle, or believe. and i greatly feel that, in certain ways, applying zen to your standing religious believe has the potential for extreme spiritual growth. anywho, these were my thoughts i threw down whilst reading it, there's a lot, and they most likely make no sense at all, but that's life, innit? i suggest everyone read the book for themselves. i'm not suggesting everyone agree, but at least be open and choose what best makes up the kind of belief and practices you want in your existence. because life is only what you think it is.

freedom of openness is within you. and it is within you, not will be someday or if you can find it.
happiness is the nature of life itself.
"there's no such thing as a wave, no such limited,self-existence object.
"we can say it's not not anything that is but the is-ness by which all things are.
so the way to boundless experience is to not seek boundless experience beyond whatever presents itself"
stop pushing or pulling.

no need or point in waiting around for some transformation or revelation, doing is the revelation.
when we are not focused on filling our cup, our cup runneth over, if any spiritual progress or revelation doesn't increase our compassion for all beings then it doesn't mean a thing.
compassion is not pity, it is knowing and sharing. saints are merely humans as well, they are not higher beings sent from above, that lets the rest of us off too easy, saying "oh, we weren't made to be that way." saints are just average humans who point themselves in the direction of goodness and keep putting one foot in front of the other. it's not essentially about whether you give money to the beggar but the fact that you don't avert your eyes.

you must create your own perception of kindness, it is different for all, you can not simply reason an action with "the Bible tells me to", every person perceives it differently, everyone chooses their own path of direction and kindness, the honest thing to do is to acknowledge it.
we want someone with some appeal of higher authority to tell us right from wrong, tell us where to apply our kindness, where it matters and where it is pointless, it is a safety, and that sense of safety and comfort, and that can lead us to sleep.
a good exercise is to made a list at the end of the day of all your actions that you felt were positive. this will help you pay more attention to the intention of your actions and help you decide whether they really need to be done at all, or if they are done with the wrong intentions or have no intentions at all.
for instance, if you do something good but with the intention of being praised or even thanked, then you need to reassess your reason for acting. instead of seeking thankfulness for your actions, you should be thankful that the opportunity to be kind existed.
the most common image of buddha is that in which he holds a begging bowl in his left hand, passively open to the sky while his right hand touches the ground, actively engaging in the world of doing.
dean sluyter tells a story of his neighbor, whom he would hear laboring up the stairs as he attempted to practice zen through meditation. he would grow annoyed with being interrupted by his neighbor loudly carrying his groceries up the stairs that he would go help, but grudgingly, at being interrupted in his practice. finally he realized that this WAS the practice. no doctrine, religious practice, or enlightenment of any kind does any one any good if you keep to your room and practices and forget to share kindness with the rest of humanity, your fellow ocean.

there is samsara- life's basic chaos, and nirvana- boundless, indescribable freedom. enlightenment is not going from samsara to nirvana, but realizing that they will always coexist.
it is not a path of changing yourself and your life into something different.
but finding understanding within yourself to live in the chaos that is your life.
much like the wizard of oz can not give the classic group the things they ask, simply because they already posses them, but he can put them into the situations to bring forth what they desire. so our God has already placed in us the fruit of the spirits, our spiritual gifts, our tools for spiritual survival, we just doubt ourselves, and so we ask for God to supply us with "patience", "courage", "hope", even. while we have this to begin with, God can place us in the correct situation to bring them forth in front of our own eyes.

a lot of times, the turmoil of our life is within ourselves, not outside forces. when we realize that it is our reactions and feelings about life that define each moment, we can settle the storm within and realize that even while certain events are indeed tragic, we can weather them and recognize that it is just an event in life and many others, both great and tragic, will follow. our life can only be in shambles when we feel that it is in shambles. further more, realizing this can save much trouble. you can not run from how you feel about life. if you feel your life is terrible in one town, you will feel your life is terrible in a different town, with different people and different events. because those things do not make your life terrible, you thinking it's terrible makes it terrible. i may have gotten repetitive there, but it's a point i feel strongly about, being an avid optimistic myself.

feelings are things we feel, hence the name. they are spontaneous and there for simple. what isn't simple is the thoughts about what we are feeling. that's what makes us so beautifully and dangerously human. it is a wonderful thing to recognize why we feel certain ways and how feeling certain ways can cause us to act certain ways. however, if we focus on the reasons behind feelings, we can cause ourselves to suppress such feelings, which is physically painful, which leads to the assumption that such feelings are painful and should be suppressed. it's a cycle, see? the best thing to do with feelings is to feel them, not think on them, not act on them, but feel. this does not mean write a long blog entry or act out in anger by screaming or punching something, but by taking the time to let feelings run their course, you may find that the urge to act on them or even analyze them has disappeared. fully feeling "negative" feelings instead of dwelling and letting it consume, leaves open room to experience "positive' feelings. if that's how you want to see it, but really, there are no "negative" or "positive" feelings, there are just feelings. there can be feelings that erupt in response to positive or negative experiences, but feelings are just feelings. we can not BE happy or sad, we can only experiencing the feelings, but they are not us and we are never them. and there is extensive freedom in that.

if the bible says to not bow down to idols or "graven images", in some translations, could this not mean that holding onto how we believe things are, setting our believes in stone, is wrong? if we hold onto the way we believe things are, when the way things are is always beyond our understanding, we will surely be idolizing our own believes. i have seen people make the Bible an idol over God, as well as church. we can hold so steadfast to the image of our own God, refusing any other idea of Him, condemning others for alternative thoughts on Christ, when our image, idea, thought, belief of God is really just what we make of Him through personal experience and how can we logically expect anyone's personal experiences to be the same as ours, if you get what i'm saying?

there was a whole chapter on expectations, or the lack there of. basically saying, when you expect anything in life to be a certain way, it won't be and you will set yourself up to be disappointed. this doesn't just mean big plans for the future but every casual moment, every relationship, every action, we have have deep seated expectations on how each intimate moment with a loved one will happen, based on how they have happened in the past, we expect our gadgets to work as they have worked in the past, we expect our pets to love us as they have in the past, we expect ourselves to continue being alive as we have in the past. people are like rivers, you can stare at one part of a river, but it is never the same river each moment you look at it, the river you were just looking at is long gone. so, humans are as the rivers, ever-changing. titles such as "republican", "christian', or "feminist" are seen as a collection of things that a person is, but they are only ideals that a person holds at one time, and a person changes with each moment, so to expect a person to always hold the same believes or "be the same person" is a sure way to disappointment and disillusionment. the significant other you kiss in the morning is not the same significant other you have dinner with that night, people are like rivers.

another thing to avoid is anticipation, well, avoidance is rather difficult, maybe acknowledgment is better. you can anticipate confrontation, a busy work day, a kiss, getting home to your welcoming bed, an exciting party, as long as you realize that you are anticipating it and not focused on making it happen sooner. impatience is an incredible waste of time. when you are late for something, worrying about being late will not make you any less late. once i was late for a work meeting and had to wait for my brother to walk to our mother's work to get the car, i realized that i was anxious, my body tense, constantly alert for the car to pull up, then i realized that this was pointless, i was late, i was going to be late, and wishing the car to appear would not make it transit any faster, so all i could do was just to sit in that moment, and just be in it, instead of wishing for it to be another moment.

there is no path to enlightenment, you do not work toward it, it just is, in every experience.
there is enlightenment in enjoying the breeze, there is enlightenment in your lover's touch, there is enlightenment in chasing your messy toddlers around, there is enlightenment in being stuck in traffic, there is enlightenment in experiencing loss. and it is in the experiencing of the moment, not the end. starting a task is not to finish it, driving somewhere is not to get there, reading a book is not to finish it, closing your eyes is not to open them, each action is it's own, not a prologue for a coming action.

wishing ill and holding onto resentment for someone does nothing to the person you're resenting, but does terrible danger to yourself. let go.
bless everyone, that is not to say to stoop down and bless them with your benevolent enlightenment, but to recognize them as equal beings of light and energy and that they bless our own chaos with their being and presence, blessing is simply acknowledging that and wishing all their existence, whether in that moment of your presence or any moment outside it, is well. blessing is simply directing positive energy into the realm of another being, but not just any being, every being. which may seem difficult, and it is. for we are only small and the universe so vast, we can not give shelter to every homeless , but we can bless the one's we see. we can not feed every starving child, but we can bless them. a vegetarian in the hopes of stopping animal slaughters by refusing to eat meat will fail both in results and in the animals. sometimes the best you can do is bless the animal and thank them for existing and recognize that their life was forfeited to help continue yours. it is like the movie avatar, where the Na'vi thank every animal they must kill for food, because they recognize what that animal does for them, and that they are not so much greater and that the animal wasn't made for them, but that they need the energy of that animal and are thankful to have it. the same as you should bless each fish you catch for food, the wheat that makes your bread, the trees that form your paper and bed.

"all we know is all we know."
just as the Big Dipper is only stars that, in space, are vastly expanses away from each other and have no relation, but in our viewpoint, they are connecting as a picture of a dipper. everything is only as we view it. history is a completely different story, depending on who's telling it. i imagine that in japanese history classes, they do not teach the bravery of the american soldier in world war 2. life is what we think it is. death is what we think it is. the problem with defining everything only as we see, is that we don't see very much. we, as living creatures, see death as the ending or exiting of life. which, in our relation, is true. but on the other side of death, it would appear as something entirely different. as being "human", we see ourselves as the highest beings on this planet, and there for, to give anything else personality is to give it "human characteristics", when, beyond our sights and understanding, each existing thing could have it's own personality and will do very well without a human one, thank you very much. we are only as we see ourselves, we are holding up the stars that make us the constellation we see ourselves as. and in time, in life, our arms must grow heavy, and to drop the stars and let the constellation fall into chaos, and allowing ourselves to just be, is every peaceful. as attached as i am to the idea of a self, my own personal being, if i live always seeing my life and experiences through my self, i am only seeing a very small portion of my existence, or only seeing my pinhole version of the universe.

"be human and laugh", neither zen nor enlightenment is about taking things too seriously, or taking yourself or any situation that you experience too seriously. you should have goals and you should work hard, but doing anything without joy or meaning is a waste of time. treat everything you do as the last thing you could ever do, so, if you're with loved ones having the time of your life, be human and laugh, find joy in that experience as if it's your last, or if you are doing your taxes, cleaning, running errands, walking your dog, be human and laugh, enjoy that moment, find joy in the experience, and give every errand or chore meaning, otherwise they are not worth experiencing at all. [and obviously, chores are a necessary and unavoidable part of life, if you're a stand up, responsible person, so might as well make them as enjoyable as possible.]

always give thanks, there is never a reason not to.
if people could relax, be human, humble, and thankful, war would not exist. "enlighten up"
humans seem to think we have every right to exist, but the fact that we do exist [with thoughts, feelings, spirits, and souls] and get to experience existence is nothing but a miracle.
in the entire universe, in the entirety of all existence, each human is less than a speck, our experience of existence is of monumental occasion to us. the point being, it is only significant to us, ourselves, and that in it all, we [and our politics, laws, technologies, media, etc.] are of no significance. to realize that is freeing, to live your existence as significant as it is to you, but to be free of the burden to mean so much to existence. i guess, to sum it up, it can mean something to you to exist, but it means nothing to existence.

"no matter what we do, it will be completely unimportant but it is vitally important that we do it." life may be a dance that goes nowhere, unnoticed, and disappears, but it is here and it is happening, and if we can dance with joyous abandonment and passion, then it is the most beautiful and worthwhile dance of existence, even if it's only our existence.
"the unlived life is not worth examining."

enlightenment is less about the finding of your own great light or contentment, but the realization that everything exist and everything deserves your love, respect, and selfless servitude.