You could call this a little intermission type of posting. It has been a little while since my first post. I am nowhere near halfway anywhere. Still, I will say it has been a tremendous privilege to be with the Crew. I feel honored, challenged, motivated, inspired, included, and even loved all at the same time here. I doubt they realize how much of an opportunity I feel this is for me. I do not think I am overreacting. If anything, I am responding to what is. So, this is a shout out to my co-writers as well as mentors.
I like the idea of leading a seminar, oh, ever so artsy ones, yes. So, here I will throw in “randomly” inspired pictures and compose them in words, yes, we only have mine here. However, sometimes there will be rolls of what travels through my mind and I have no idea how they got there. I am sure some of you are familiar with that kind of thought
As always, I weave through a grand concoction of thoughts and feelings. Every once in a while, I will have plateaus of sameness but that is not the usual for me. More often than not, there are massive frequencies of vibrations coming in and out of my being. A diagnosis is only good for the symptoms not the root; the root being the core and “IT”. To mitigate through seeking diagnosis is to imitate causes and effects…in my opinion. How can one summarize and diagnose, really? For one, things just do not show up like they are house guests shrugging their shoulders when you ask why they are there.
Reasons mingle with cause and effect. I know this is a little cryptic.
I just am linguistic about not pinpointing disheartening examples. I am big on imagination, too, so, run fairly wild there. However, I am not minimizing the seriousness of health problems. With what I can, I now send out a wave of healing. I really hope you can feel a weave in your being of this healing vibe.
Believe. Trust. Believe again. Trust again. It is like baking a cake: a process. Miracles look like ordinary events. If you will peel a little television dust off your eyesight, you might notice the relevance in how events are rather synchronized and intended to lead
you to bigger understandings of how connected YOU really are to what you see not only based on eyesight but in visible and invisible means.
I mutter to myself and a few every now and then; once you are there, you are there. There is only grasping the bundle of your current consciousness. You might be able to scrape a few glimpses of where you were to help make sense of your growth. Once you expand, you are there. It is like featuring a real “point of no return” minus the guns and cliche lines.
This is overall a humbling experience in my opinion. The more you discover the less you feel able to form and dictate judgements.
Ok, let’s begin this seminar or has it already begun? It is like the question of when Life really begins. You never really know where the start line really is.
The tribute to this seminar sentiment.
She and I spent so many moments dissecting pictures to no end. There would be pictures in which we detected sources of deep sorrow and long-sought or nearsighted happiness as we would expand our imaginations that led to experimental knowledge as well as courage to explore freely. They were times of merging and expanding consciousnesses. It was a science of its own. We had our own laboratory filled with all kinds of eras, fashions, gazes, frowns, smiles, stills, and emanations. It got wild in there every once in a while. Thanks bunches, Ali, those times were fun.
My physical eyes say: Beach. Baby, Red tone, passersby you will never see again, sea foam, sand,…
Yet there is so much more to this picture. Can you tell me what it is?
If this one doesn’t catch you, so be it. This baby has six first/middle names. Not bad for being brief and factually interesting.
Give questions to the answers (statements already formed) in your mind to this portrait.
Warm up. Touch your toes without straining your back. Breathe nice and slow through the nose. Smile gently inside out.
Break free from restrictions. No matter how heavy the load on your back may seem, there is always a way to loosen and evade the shackles. The shackles are actually invisible, anyway. Love the fleeting moment because if you don’t, you will never love anything.
Imprints. What imprints do you allow in your being? Do you take anything from passersby? Do you notice the air about the next person?
Thoughts carry on further than we think. They are contagious because they float unaware of their unspoken connections.
Center point. Foreground. Background. They all tell you different stories but the value is the intertwinement. Always is. Wholeness.
This still emanates a trace of self discovery. How every day is a beginning. Plans are futile if you do not see the gleam of newness in each sunrise.
Age never if not rarely matters. It is just in being. Generations come and go. We all come to learn the same thing. Size never confirms anything. Wisdom is like a blowing sheet in the moonlight.
You see shades and motions but never the whole sheet. That is the mystery of wisdom. As time is illusory, wisdom is mysterious. An old woman remains quiet. A toddler blurts out something you totally needed to hear.
The motions that experiences put you through. A moment will give you so much courage or despair but what happens next is how you carry yourself. Too much courage? You are a balloon awaiting the pop of a tack. Too little courage. A mouse will steal all of your food.
There is a blessing under every stone you turn.
Never sweep “it” under a rug. “It” will run back to you one way or another. Clear your way always.
Reality. Simplify. Life. Breathe.
Stephanie Gasco makes friends with trees because they master living Silence better than anyone.