Earth Day...

...every day.

I have been contemplatively thinking about all the beauties this earth offers.  Earth day was almost a week ago.  I was impressed by the amount of people who actually spoke out about it, or acted in a specific way.  The masses are coming around and figuring things out.  If only they could take these lessons and apply them everyday.  Then there would be no need for an earth day.  We would all be practicing the good life.

Spring snow fell on the front range last night.  The cold rain turned into large white fluffy flakes and I awoke to a good three inches on the ground.  My time here on the front range has been filled with much meditation, many lessons, reconnections and love.  

I leave for Bisbee Arizona at the end of the week.  An old friend who has randomly popped up will be giving me a ride.  My roots are tapping.  I am finding understanding in my home land.

Things I have learned:  Lessons are never ending.  Life is ever moving.  Love is forever Free.  

 

Ganja

Cannabis.  

Here in Colorado, the weekend has been spent in many ways.  A Communiky Techno Arts Festival was rockin' Boulder while people were being educated on the righteous herb.  Tomorrow, the infamous 4.20 will bring all the stoners into the streets to profess their love for the magical plant.

My love for this plant is not only based in the excited state of consciousness it offers but also in the powerful diversity it holds as an enduring weed.  A weed which has the potential to provide us with so much.  We sit and subsidize type 2 corn and deplete our soil.  Yet we could be growing hemp and supplying ourselves with all kinds of products.  Anything that is not glass or metal can be made from hemp, (cannabis).  We could be producing oil from it, plastics, food, clothing.  

Instead of being a random stoner and focusing on apathy...tomorrow I educate.  i advocate. the future is in our hands.  

Paint the Town

radical |ˈradikəl|

adjective1 (esp. of change or action) relating to or affecting the fundamental nature of something; far-reaching or thorough.  characterized by departure from tradition; innovative or    progressive.

Paint the Town

Insurgent Theater

Energy

machine |məˈ sh ēn|noun    an apparatus using or applying mechanical power and having severalparts, each with a definite function and together performing a particular task.  A machine is any device that uses energy to perform some activity.

The Rocky Mountain.

The Necci.

To create, to roll, to move forward.  

The difference between the two machines, as of now.  One is powered by me.  The other .... fossil fuel.

The new step is to learn how to convert the energy I can produce on the bike, into the sewing machine.

And then into anything I want powered.  

Energy.  The new ideal.....

To Watch...

....the sunset behind the trees.

To enjoy the mystery.

Looking Forward.

The Burden of Change

adapt |əˈdapt|
verb [ trans. ]
make (something) suitable for a new use or purpose; modify.

modify |ˈmädəˌfī|
verb ( -fies, -fied) [ trans. ]
make partial or minor changes to (something), typically so as to improve it or to make it less extreme.

What is everyone holding on to?  Why is this new century being bogged down by addictive laziness?  

Change is not something someone will show you how to do.  Change is only accomplished from within.  

Once one discovers the freedom which comes from "alternative" living they are uplifted.  A new light is shown on how to live.  We see through the lenses of a new paradigm and life seems refreshed.  Yet, there is still struggle.  Like walking up a stream, or even more so, a street full of zombies.  (Not the eat you kind, just the monotonous, lame kind.) A current which is against everything you think about and strive for.  A current which is flowing blindly into self destruction.  A waterfall into pity and regret.  Why can we not let go?  Why can we not move forward thoughtfully and consciously?

Some say truth will set you free.  But it will make you miserable at first.  I say why?  Why not go ahead and allow the truth to be righteous and precious?  Let it be the exuberant celebration of newness.  When you are able to let go of all that you are addicted to then you are able to shine and live freely.  

We heal ourselves when we are sick.  We take vitamins, pills of any kind to "cure" our problems.  Yet when some are still so addicted to the manufactured happiness which comes from the system we are shy of happiness always.  They wont drop the addictions to heal themselves.  They just make excuses.  If only we could all realize what true health is.  What to heal really means and how to adapt and move forward into the new....

  

FREE SUNSHINE

Finding Truth

                   

Here or there?  Now or then?

 Where to go, what to do , who to be.

ME.  

  

Seeds of Inspiration

                  

                                    
                            

Sun shine.   Blue sky.  Wheel barrows.  Shovels and rakes.  Bare feet.  Dirt.  A community garden being born......

To work hard, in the earth with confidence and pride.  To know that creation is taking place in the moment.  Happiness.

The Louisville Neighborhood Community Support Garden.  Transitioning into truth.  

All Together Now.

            


                 

unison |ˈyoōnəsən; -zən|
noun
1 simultaneous performance of action.

The need to travel and provide light and love to all I meet is ripe.  Like the coming of spring brings opportunity to exist freely and openly in the wind. We must take chances and dive into the new paradigm of spirit. All who care should stand. All who envision shall step out with barefeet and begin to grow. Grow in every way imaginable. There is room for a diversity of ways and paths. Let us find grace in moving forward.  Be respectful and have deference.  As Bob Dylan once said "A hard rains a gonna fall"...  Stand under the umbrella of wisdom and watch the seeds grow.  

Keep on Rollin'

These are the moments.  

Baltimore Beauty.

The visions have been filled with truth.  I have been enlightened, focused and centered.  The gears have been wound and the project is moving on. 

 Making bags in coffee houses.

Singing songs of love in the parks and streets.

Walking and viewing it all.

Tomorrow the train heads back west.  I jump on and go with the flow.  Back home.  Back to the Rocky Mountains.

Currently focused on the issues at hand.  HR 875 is the fire roaring beneath me.  The role I play is to spread the word and to help the world grow.  GROW GROW GROW!!  The time for change is at hand.  My path is more clear than ever before.  The time here in Baltimore has shown me what I am and what I am capable of.  The opportunity to live the Good Life is in front of our noses.  

Go ahead and B-More Baltimore.  Show your strength and resilience.  I will be helping from afar and will return to get dirty!

To Share and to Love

  

BAGS!!!!

20 Shirts

8 hours

=

31 BAGS!

An evening sitting in the Daily Grind Unwind in Fells Point Baltimore.

The next morning, wound on coffee and love : sew sew sew!

To be the change.  To create a new paradigm in the moment.  

Whole or Hole Foods?

On Friday evening I headed out into the wild streets of Baltimore to get some dinner fix-ins.  It was an adventure slipping through the hustle and bustle of the city.  People were out.  They were all dressed up.  They were all looking to have a good time.  I was out looking for food.  Good whole food.  

The nearest market to the boat is Whole Foods.  The corner it sits o

n is busy and surrounded by clothing shops, shoe stores and fancy restaurants.  When you walk in the smell of food hits you hard and you instantly crave everything they have to offer.  Hanging from the ceiling is a chalkboard sign.  It reads: Number of Organic Items Today - 209.  It hasn't changed in the three weeks I have been here.  I take off my back pack and grab a little black basket and begin my search.  I started in the produce department.  An overly stocked corner with organic and traditional fruits and veggies.  The signage is hard to follow and the organic is hard to find.  Everything is labeled as to what kind of fruit it is and where it comes from.  Only generically speaking.  USA, California, Mexico.  nothing directly from the east.  I was in search primarily for Dandelion Greens.  So I asked the clerk stocking oranges.  He led me to the packaged herb section and really had no idea what I was talking about.  He wanted to grab someone who knew, I told him not to worry about it.  So i kept looking.  I got some spinach.  (not in season)  I got a garnet yam from California.  As opposed to the jewel yam from the US.  I grabbed some snow peas, which was bad because they came all way from Chile.  And finally found the Dandelion Greens from California.  

After getting my produce I wandered around, looking at everything.  I began to feel a little lost and overwhelmed.  My brain was thinking about everything which was passing in front of me.  The "organic" farm companies who are producing and packaging all these products on a massive scale.  The false awareness the store offers.  The dull apathy which consumes the consumers.  Frustrated by the lack of local and irritated with all the plastic and pretension of the packaged foods I took the veggies I had and headed to the self check out counter.  I picked up the Mother Jones magazine as impulse.  I saw the farm girl cartoon on the front cover with the caption "Let's Grow America". I made my purchase, packed everything up in my back pack and left.  

Instead of feeling whole I felt hole.  There was a void.  There was something lacking.  My simple purchase took so much energy.  My simple diet was stifled by the amount of oil and time it took to get it to the box store and then into my bowl.  I learned many lessons.  While walking back to the boat I passed all the party people and felt above it all.  I had fresh greens on my back.  They has cigarettes in their hands and alcohol waiting inside. 

The life of the lonely hippy.  The life of the girl who strives to live simply and purely.  It's all worth it in the end.

A Personal Dive

From Baltimore to Portland with Denver in between.

I have learned more than I could have ever imagined.  The emotions are thick and come in crazy gusts.  A still peaceful moment can be blown away by the the insanity of awareness.  In one moment I am free and filled with joy, in the next, fear and frustration take hold and I feel lost.  I want to say that in the end there is hope.  But I have lost faith in hope.  It has been mangled into propaganda and no longer holds true.  The only thing that keeps me going is the resilience of the human spirit.  The beauty which still surrounds and holds strong in the brink of utter destruction.  It is the constant fight against conformity and the power of self to not give in to the greedy hand.

This path that I am walking along holds so many surprises.  Just when I think it's all over, or that there could be no more, beauty steps in and surprises.  A new journey is always unfolding.  New opportunities are constantly evolving and while everything is happening my only requirement is to stay true and be the change.   

The answers to all the questions are known but the signal is fuzzy.  The addictions are strong and the fear is overwhelming.  To overcome, one must let go of so much...And then grab onto reality.  trade one lust for one true love.  Loose the material, hold on to the eternal.  Redefine relations, find meaning within the things that really matter -- Believe.

Love for the People

Ideas to change the world.  

Currently working on a project to create bags.

Bags for the People is a non profit based out of New York.  While staying in Portland I learned about the folks who started this beautiful project to eliminate the one staple of american excess and consumer waste.  The PLASTIC BAG.  A beautiful project which makes bags out of old used clothing (t-shirts mostly) and hands them out for FREE!  The goal here in Baltimore is to stand outside the Whole Foods and give away bags to those who were just going to use plastic (or paper).  To educate people and inspire them to rethink and begin creating change.  The average american family uses 700-1200 bags per year.    The average store sends out more than 7000 bags per day!!!  Which then adds up to over 2 million bags per year!!  Remember that is just one store.  It is approximated to take over 1000 years for one bag to disintegrate in a landfill.  Probably longer.  How insane are these numbers?  How over consuming have we become?  If one family had just 5 bags that they took with them to the store every time they would never use another plastic bag again.  It's that easy.  It's that simple.

Simple Solutions.  Radical Revolutions.  Here we go.......

Farewell to the West

On this grey Valentines Day in the Emerald City I prepare for my departure.

I have seen and felt so much while resting in this little city.  Met many new faces, connected and learned about a new dear friend.

Dove into my inner being and figured out what I want in life and where I want to be.

I head north out of Oregon.  Through the Gorge and then East.

My mind will be filled with views of Glacier and the Northern States.  Beauty Incarnate.

The Next stop...

Baltimore and a Sailboat.

love.

Perpetuating Portland

Bikes, Street Cars, Aerial Trams.  What does sustainability mean?  Rethinking.  Moving Forward.  

I have been inspired here.  This little town and the man I am staying with have provided new insight to what it means to be progressive and forward thinking.  Tiny city parks where street poles used to be, green roofs and unconventional transportation. 

"The Land of B's"  Bikes, Books, Beer, Beauty, Baristas, Bluegrass.  

There is beauty all around.  I will take it all with me as I head back east next week.  More inspirations to come......

  

Together We Will Live Forever

The Load is Heavy

The path, hard to follow

and Midwinter wonders flood my soul,

into canyons and peaks

of emotion and love.

Melancholy moments

nestled and nurtured next to

the monumental mountains.

A day

 spent in appreciation 

to the tradition of love.

An unending journey.

Embedded with the solid

reassurance of truth.

Happiness

Where is Love?

Journey's through half of the country. 

The world whizzing by the train.  

Me flowing through every emotion and feeling known yet.

Baltimore was amazing.  I felt so much love and felt so at peace while resting in the city.  leaving put a heavy feeling on my soul and while I'm now in colorado I wonder about this whole trip.

Baltimore Boats

inspiration.

rejuvination.

the sounds begin to take flight.  

here we sit on the edge of it all

and forever exist the way we might.

Sail Away, sail away, sail away........

Trains Across the South

Sunsets in Texas.

Southern Swamps.

Mississippi River.

Thoughts on traveling across the southern part of the country.

The last two days were beautiful.  I am sitting on the bottom bunk of my hostel room reflecting on it all.  New Orleans is sending me good vibes and I'm a little saddened that I didn't get out to see the city.  But i've had a warm evening inside this little space and have met many great new people. Tomorrow I depart for Baltimore.  To see the eastern part of this country is something I have been craving for quite some time.  The journey countinues..........