Into the Wild
The more I simplify, the more I see.
It's not about you, it's not about me.
It's not about the gods and idols
in which we might believe.
It's about Life. Spirit. Art.
People. Nature. Energy.
The rest tends to become a bit noisy.
But the wind, the Sea,
the cool Earth, they calm me.
The fire that begins such
a dance of divine alchemy.
Birdsong at sunrise.
The wolves howling at dusk.
Hawks circling, deer hiding,
and horses running wild.
The innocence in the eyes
of a sweet, young child.
Yes, the more I simplify,
I see it's not about such idle wishes.
Life is for the living and exploring,
it's for creating, and not for waiting.
I can see exactly how I've gotten here.
It's never too late to take the Captain's seat
S. Hammond, 2017
My own nonsense to share...
Was off tech today. Lots of running around. Also, recovering from last night:
Pizza. Also, loafing and binge-watching TV. The winner? Fringe. From the pilot, and a few episodes in. I think I want the box set. Such good writing and acting.
I was halfway self-loathing and judging as I sat there, in a heap of laziness - cozy blankets piled high, fuzzy socks on my feet. "Get up, go do something, write something. Create! You're a sloth. Get up!"
Then, I was so mad at myself for negative self-talk that I grabbed some ice cream. It just all went downhill...I was up way too late, numbing myself. It had been a rough few days, emotionally. I was stuck. Not writing, not working out, not juicing, not anything-ing. Just sitting there, letting my inner weakness have its way with me. I let it all go and binged.
Today, in my crap-food hangover, as I bought new boots (just threw my last holey and soggy pair in the trash) and drove around enjoying the sunshine...I felt great. I'd given in to myself, after all. I threw a proverbial virgin into the volcano. I ate the pizza and it was good (this excuse only works in NY, where the pizza is phenomenal.)
I woke up, and was right back on track. One bad night, and not giving in to a reckless weekend, etc... It was a blanket-fort night, with all the trimmings. And that's okay.
I think that's huge. Allowing our crumbles and making peace with them, and moving right along. Also... I feel it was all for my own good, bear with me:
In watching Fringe I reconnected with my Joshua Jackson fan-girling of yesteryear. I looked him up, saw how he's jaunting through India chasing elephants to help preserve their herds and bring awareness. WOW.
Boom...clarity. Right back into Wild Horses and lots of writing. Charged up. THE HORSES!
Funny. Life will always kick your ass back to where it's supposed to be. Even if you eat pizza. All is well. xoxo