Focus.

Pulling an all nighter to complete this application…searching for words, feeling inferior, imagining judges judging…mind wandering, food, messy apartment, so much to do…argh, fuck I’m screwed…mental block, lizard brain, internal condemnation…get up, walk away, pace, water, fresh air, yoga time…breath-strecchh-breeaaaatthhh…muscle aches…Shavasana…restoration, calm, energy…water…drip-drip-drip raindrops, nature’s calling, a melodic blanket of love...fired up, keyboard tap-tap-tap, click-click-click…focus girl, FOCUS…the big picture, the goal, the dream, the attainable vision...the impact...the passion…the work, the present moment…now.

Focus.

And let’s get this **** done like a blazing rockstar.

Being punched in the head

with a measly cold reminds me:

  • What a pussy I am
  • How much I take being healthy for granted
  • Me + my body = two separate entities
  • 'You gotta read the signs baby' -- my body speaking to me
  • How good it really feels to take deep breaths of fresh air
  • God, sleep is the best thing ever

1999

Orgasms. Love. Music. Love, at,

first sound.

School girl crushes.

Nine-teen-nine-ty-nine.

Hazy, steamy memories. Careless drifting...

souls.

So the story goes. You know, you do.

Love, love, love.

And repeat. 

The point is,

I gave up a couple of months ago.

Not on my dreams but on documenting my seemingly endless failures to produce anything of significant. I have nothing to write about, so I felt, I was longer feeling inspired or even moved by displays of beauty. What's the point? No one's reading, no one's listening, no one cares. So it doesn't matter.

Throughout my life I've abandoned countless ideas, wishes, projects, fantasies, goals, dreams and even some fiery-yearning type desires. What's the point? No one's reading, no one's listening, no one cares. So it doesn't matter.

Not AnaCheza. This vision remains relentless, simply refusing to be extinguished. 

So here's another approach: 

I care. I burn. I desire. I want. I need. I will.
No shame, no disguises, no pretences, no excuses, and certainly no fuckin' apologies.

Let's do this bitches.

I must create a system
or be enslaved by another man's;
I will not reason and compare:
my business is to create.

- William Blake, "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell"

Hat tip Collaborative Fund & Machine.io's Ryan Jacoby

Solar Donkeys? SOLAR DONKEYS!

Curtesy of the necessary, awesomely uplifting #itshappening:

Next level wearable tech & mobile charging ingenuity...

solardonkey

Herdsmen in Western Turkey use their cargo donkeys as mobile charging points. Each panel generates 5-7 kilowatts over long distances, which the donkeys are used to traveling, and then becomes a static charging point AND sunshade for on the go computing. 

Smart, resourceful, animal friendly and heat-stroke prevention. Genius.

More on the story at BBC News

The Fear of Freedom

What will you do next?

What can you learn tomorrow?

Where will you live, who will you connect with, who will you trust?

Are questions better than answers? Maybe it's easier to get a dummies book, a tweet or a checklist than it is to think hard about what's next...

It's certainly easier to go shopping. And easier still to buy what everyone else is buying.

We live in an extraordinary moment, with countless degrees of freedom. The instant and effortless connection to a billion people changes everything, but instead, we're paralyzed with fear, a fear so widespread that you might not even notice it.

We have more choices, more options and more resources than any generation, ever. 

Via the ridiculously smart Seth Godin

On kicking yourself

In the ass. 

I was praying, begging: "Please God, please, please, please let me get into Brooklyn Flea so I can show the Brooklynites my awesome cubes, and start to make money, and people get to see me, and become uber popular, and sell out in seconds! Plleeeaaassseeee!!!"

Nope, I needed an ass-kicking. From myself. Because sometimes it's beyond necessary. And not just a soft nudge mind you, a hard, feel it in your butt-bones, leave a stamp on your ass-cheeks, shove. 

This is New York City, it's the holiday season, and I'm all scardey cat, worried about getting into one flea market as if it's my only shot?

WAAHHH-PPOOOWW! (i.e. the sound of an ass-lash)

"The supreme accomplishment is to blur the line between work and play."
 - Arnold J. Toynbee

You're not alone in feeling helpless...

A report from the RSA Action and Research Centre unveils that the biggest threat to progress is cynicism

"resigning ourselves to climate change because we don’t think we’re up to the task of fixing it."

  • 2 out of 3 people would be more inclined to support climate action if they heard more about the solutions.

  • 71% say people are less likely to take action on climate change because they’re unsure of the difference their actions will make.

  • Hearing more about the solutions and benefits is more likely to help people take action (~40%) compared to hearing about the impacts (~33%).

~ 10:10 Climate Change - Headline Findings, ComRes, October 22nd, 2014

Via The Guardian

Let's talk about & take some serious action.

The Co-Founder of the Weather Channel...

John Coleman, believes that climate change is a myth. "This is incredible bad, bad science." 

Hahahahahahahahahaha.

Wait, what?

Oh, and the polar bears are not dying, as the media would have you to believe. Nope, in fact more polar bears are "alive and happy" today than ever before.

Yup. Definitely alive.

deadpolar

And happy.

dyingpolar1

Very happy.

dyingpolar2

via HuffPo

Where we stand

Our mission is to plant ourselves at the gates of Hope

not the prudent gates of Optimism, which are somewhat narrower; 

nor the stalwart, boring gates of Common Sense

nor the strident gates of Self-Righteousness, which creak on shrill and angry hinges (people cannot hear us there; they cannot pass through); 

nor the cheerful, flimsy garden gate of “Everything is gonna be all right.”

But a different, sometimes lonely place, the place of truth-telling, about your own soul first of all and its condition, the place of resistance and defiance, the piece of ground from which you see the world both as it is and as it could be, as it will be; the place from which you glimpse not only struggle, but joy in the struggle.

And we stand there, beckoning and calling, telling people what we are seeing, asking people what they see.

 

~ Reverend Victoria Stafford, in the essay “The Small Work in the Great Work” from The Impossible Will Take a Little While: Perseverance and Hope in Troubled Times.

Via Brain Pickings