Wow. I feel like I have grown so much since the year 2000. For some reason, I thought that every idea that traversed my brain was genius. In one of these moments of sheer brilliance I almost handed over $10,000 to a company that takes advantage of stupid people who think they have brilliant ideas. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you:
The Sock & Underwear Organizer
After many days of brainstorming and much deliberation, I decided to call this sock & underwear organizer the “Sock & Underwear Organizer”. The idea is that the user places clean socks and underwear in the appropriate sections labeled clean socks/underwear. The dirty side has a built-in removable hamper that one conveniently takes to the wash. I remember thinking that this was my million dollar idea and also part of the reason that I don’t smoke weed anymore.
I found this yesterday when I opened up a post office sealed envelope that I sent for copyright purposes but didn’t write what it was on the outside. I laughed out loud when I opened the mystery envelope.
I am grateful for shows like the Dragons Den or Shark Tank because they give inventors or newbie business people an opportunity to look objectively at their possibly great or shitty ideas. I can just hear all of the Dragons with a resounding “I’M OUT” as I walked off set with my head down.
I know that I am making fun of myself in this post but I am grateful for all of the ideas that have come through my brain. Each one taught me the importance of acting on an idea. Talk is fucking cheap. Action is what brings results. In the end, you may find out that it wasn’t a good idea but at least you have some funny pictures and that experience will only assist you in becoming smarter and clearer the next time. And the next and the next and the next.
It’s called failing your way to success. Edison was asked why he didn’t just give up after failing to invent the light bulb over 4000 times. His response was, “I didn’t fail 4000 times, I just learned 4000 ways how not to do it. I am only looking for 1 way how to do it.
C R E A T I O N
R E A C T I O N
I love the lessons hidden in the language that I use in this life. I appreciate that I can simply move the ‘C’ in one word to make a new word and then make a point about both words…
The human being is an experiential artist. We create every single day on a blank canvass and this is our opportunity for expression.
The ever so popular saying “shit happens” comes to mind as I ponder this. We are all subject to circumstances, favorable or otherwise and the moment shit happens is our opportunity to choose. That is our power: Choice.
Are we reacting? When the shit hits the proverbial fan, do we become the shit by reacting without thinking? Do we panic based on past experience that it’s all bad? Are we worrying ourselves to death over that which is beyond our control?
Are we creating? Do we step back and look for the opportunity to choose a different behavior or way of seeing the problem? Are we using the experience as molding clay or a stepping stone to growth?
Some of the biggest discoveries on Earth happen because mistakes are made and then creative minds step back to observe reality. Life is a masterpiece so don’t live it reacting to the world around you. Dance with it and create. In this way you’re more likely to leave this world with a smile asking “what comes next?????
Actually, this is post 182. This means that I have successfully made it half way through my post a day for a year challenge!!! I just wanted to take the time to thank those of you who have been with me on the journey for your support, ideas and comments.
I started this in order to invoke a greater creative writing discipline and after about a month wondered what the hell I was thinking. I’ve almost quit about 5 times to date. All 5 times have been when I was in a terrible head space and couldn’t see how I could possibly write about anything worthy. I am very grateful that I didn’t allow my mood to dictate my capabilities. We need those shitty days for perspective. This has taught me to keep going in the face of disheartening circumstance.
I will continue the journey to 365 posts and then I will decide what I want to do from there. For the next 182.5, I will have to make a choice every day between the profound and the profane. Admittedly, the profane is easier because it requires nothing more than thinking up stupid shit and delivering it in a way that (hopefully) makes people chuckle. Profound thoughts happen when I clear my mind to give them enough space to enter and then I have to put it into words. No menial task.
I called the site Love, Art & Fear because of what I witness everyday. People creating. We have these two fundamental contrasting emotions; Love & Fear. It is light & shadow. We create from either of these. Sometimes a mix of both is present.
We humans, as experiential artists are extensions of creation and have the choice to use whichever source we see fit to draw from in the unfolding journey called “our life”. I do my best to choose love but some days I buy into the bullshit. Thank God for grace.
Thanks again everyone:)
This is simple. All darkness will come to the light. This is inevitable.
Darkness is not bad. It is just unexplored potential light. When we open ourselves to growth we invite pain. The reason for this is obvious. We have to let go of our attachment to limits in order to accept the infinite. We have access to everything but this is hidden from us when we hold onto what little we think we have. Freedom isn’t free. It only costs our limited beliefs about who we think we are and what we are capable of.
We all have gifts. I believe that these are meant to be shared and given. In this we are extensions of creation meant to continue and expand the process of giving. Through the exploration of variables we discover or better yet, we are reminded of who we truly are.
… Where the Great Plains begin.
Last year, for the Solstice my friend Reid and I woke up at 4am, tore down camp and headed to the “Lorna Smith Nature Center” just outside of Boissevain. The Center is a small patch of land representing a 3 mile radius that used to be a dancing ground at the 100th meridian. Reid’s reports are better than anything I could scribble down… Readreidread
After our experience and visit with Historian James Ritchie, we went for lunch. On the T.V. in the restaurant was a news story about 20 000 people gathered at Stonehenge all standing about waiting for something miraculous to happen. It’s too bad those people ended up at the festival for those who have no idea what’s really going on. Honestly, 20 000 people at Stonehenge to me is no different from waiting in line at the movie theatre for 2012. No thanks. My alien contacts have told me to relax about 2012, Stonehenge and other sorts of popular non-sense. They prefer intimacy, not show-boating.
So the 100th meridian is where I am today. Dancing. Meditating. Singing. Whatever God guides me to be in the moment that I am sharing with all creation.
Hey, you’re there too:)
Does your heart say go or no? That is a question I’ve been asking myself for a while and I am happy to report my answer as go.
Here’s the part where you may think I’m slightly crazy if you don’t already. Since the beginning of the 1900′s we’ve started to understand that there is energy, matter and consciousness. Matter is energy condensed to a slower vibration. There is a natural conversion from energy to matter and back to energy again so nothing is ever lost. It’s infinite and the concept of ‘more’ is absurd. How can you make the infinite MORE infinite? You can’t. So relax. Struggling makes life hard and we typically struggle only because of our attachment (fear) to specific outcomes, ideas and expectations.
All of this happens in a creative and interactive electromagnetic field created for us. Within any electromagnetic field there is resonance or resistance. Resonance in our case is what we give off to the world around us. Are we radiating joy or not? Just as when I hit my drum, your drum vibrates. Same principle.
Resistance creates an interference pattern within the field. In our human experience as extensions of the creation we have a tendency to perpetuate interference patterns and actually block what the Creator has already given to us. It’s already infinite. What’s the rush? What I am seeing now is that letting go, listening and accepting what is already here is of ultimate importance.
I base this on my experience. If others still desire struggle and resistance they are more than entitled to their own experience. I will be on the look out for them though. Those that we allow into our life have the ability to create interference patterns within the field for us by influence so choose wisely your associations.
The field requires a sort of smoothness to it in order to function properly so I see it in my best interest to stop creating waves of chaos that block my joy. I do this by calming my mind and affirming that there is nowhere to go but now here. It sounds over simplistic but it’s really hard work some days. You have to be diligent and guard your joy. The world is a vampire so sayeth Billy Corgan.
I hope you at very least find this post amusing and ask yourself what your heart says each day.
If you don’t like the answer then change the answer. Each day is a blank canvass.
Art is a big word. As someone involved in the unfolding artistic process I do not see myself as an artist per se, but as a catalyst and witness to the process of art. When I first began to intentionally create I was under the spell that all of my ideas were good ideas. Much like the child that drags mommy by the hand to the bathroom to show her the fresh turd I suppose. Nevertheless, I kept going and came to appreciate, even long for the criticism that would open my mind up to that unseen factor. The blind spot. Now, I do my best to throw the ideas that come to me as far away as I can. If they persist, I may proceed. Sometimes, it’s a no-brainer and I’m immediately involved. Those are the best.
There was a three-year spell where I struggled with the fact that I was stuck in a culture box that influences everything I do. You can pretty much at any given point yell out “THOSE AREN’T PILLOWS!” and have people chuckle from the movie reference. God bless you Steve Martin. The problem with our culture box is that it’s made up of glass or a see through plasma and most people don’t know that they are in it. My devastating thought was that it is impossible to create something entirely new because everything is made from and influenced by everything else. The west is, in my opinion devoid of its own culture. It’s kind of a mish-mash of everything else and from that we’re pretty lost. I’m pretty sure this is why people in the west visit India only to return sporting a bindi and greeting the rest of us with namaste. Enlightened to a new way to drink Starbucks I guess.
I feel that when we create art we have two basic parts to our mind; the mind that’s free and the mind that’s bound. Art is the dynamic inter-play between these two minds. Those of us that attempt to create from “outside of reality” end up talking to ourselves about white rabbits and those who create directly from the latest cultural offerings are just mediocre. There needs to be balance. Anyone who is a true artist, I believe, stands on the edge of reality and their work is to expand that edge. You won’t necessarily reach infinity but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try. You can in fact reach it if you are perfectly still but that’s another post all together. The point is that there is nothing new under the sun. Trigonometry existed seven thousand years ago. We’ve only recently noticed and applied it.
So now I create from what I find inspiration in and use the given tools to facilitate that process. I just don’t take myself so seriously anymore. Your art suffers in direct proportion to you giving a rats ass what anyone thinks about you. So don’t strive for freedom… be free. A major part of that freedom is in accepting what you are bound to.
I was inspired to write this after returning from a walk through the woods where I hung out with a variety of trees and two woodpeckers rhythmically searching for food. Now THAT is art I can get my head around. That’s the culture that I identify with. Remote parts of the world may not have my Starbuck’s but at least I know that there will be trees, land and inspiration to create.