BC559. Biggest Expression.
Lee bender
The title, in fact, a remnant of a bare-knuckled tattoo. A way in which I described a way to win the world, on the personal level of course, is just, is honest, and just is. With a small clan, roving most corners and crevices of this earth, there is an underground, fevered and frothing, chomping at the bit. Making their lives happen in the manner in which they best see fit, with full-on intent. Armed with many journaled scribing’s, many figured and featured mantras, and a multitude of actions promoting a healthier balance. “Just live” “life won’t wait”, “every second counts” and so many other simplistics to guide one’s self through the murk of technology and past the broken clocks called progress, left endless and of disassembled dreams. The walk, alone, is a practice. Bullets of new to duck and dodge, marketing ploys aimed at the dissuasion of ethic for their own pampered beliefs, not yours.
· And what about you and the you-ness? Your kids and our fastidious youth?
Our approach, our footsteps, evolved to fall in love, not simply in line. They take into consideration the ever passing violence of time, the harsh current we live amongst its constant wake. As if the tail wags the dog. There is no rewind of life and redo’s are simply second impressions left to losing out from hurried others continually moving forward.
The intent here is for a life coalesced with the evolved traditions of yestermorrow. The practices that sustained life for myriad of generations, ones that kept humans human and continually evolving towards greater cooperation, guided understanding, and the eventual acceptance that we are all one.
Pictured below is the house I was raised in, the house I grew into the person I am today in, where I learned most of the things I now deem important. This location in near the Indiana line is where I laid on my back on clear night huddled with my grandmother, watching a meteor shower overhead and from that, the importance of accessible dark places for all to see the stars and experience the depth of forever. This is where I learned to take another’s life. To plant a seed to scale fish, and dress a deer. Ultimately, to give thanks and a hair or tobacco offering in appreciation, to say a little written “peace” to the soul that once inhabited the being – plant or animal, now released back into the ether.
While it doesn’t take coming from this to experience this, it is up to you when you are ready to release some of the extra and soak up the immediate, ask all the questions and keep asking as this world, this experience right now is of endless knowledge. Quit the job you hate, find love in the things you decide to do, and provide a service to others equally enthralled with making more for themselves.
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