Sunday, January 31, 2010

the full moon majik



When you step out onto the concrete, your shadow belongs only to the dull orange streetlamps, at times it is stretched in front of and behind you as the glare of one bright filament casts itself into the glare of another. These shadows seem week and cowardly, growing feebly, then suddenly shrinking to a point as the bulb passes overhead. Even further on, where the lamps are more sparse, only on corners rather than every twenty feet, the shadow will at times disappear all together into the dark of the night air.
During those dark spaces, another presence makes itself known, filtering through the dry, hibernating limbs of the oak trees above. Filtering down onto the concrete, the light seems almost blue, but then that hint fades as the next streetlight or the next car approaches. At some point, the lamps overhead cease to reappear, and the lofty ancient oaks are replaced by scraggly willows that grow thick, almost to the point of creating a tunnel over the packed snow that has replaced the pavement. Suddenly, the mellow grade of the land rises steeply ahead, and the willows are no more. In this immediate absence of artificial light or other impedance, the moon's beams shine with full force onto the snow covered ground. Transformed by the distant lunar surface, the sun's energy is less harsh, but equally stunning in my opinion. Colors are subdued, details are revealed only to those who choose to look, the world is held under the sleepy spell of night, but for those whose eyes are open, there arrives a heightened, vibrating energy along with the abnormal abundance of light on these nights. It is not to be wasted.

Friday, January 29, 2010


As seems fairly common place these days, the empty moments of my time allow my mind to drift off towards some semblance of teenage angst, what am I to do with this life in this rotten world, what does it even matter, etcetera... However, most lately, the feelings do not come as worry, or even angst to say so much. Thinking about the practice of yoga, the tao philosophy, it is all quite relaxing really.
With patience and acceptance, it seems like many things work out. Hard work comes first, no doubt, along with kindness and awareness, but the stress that people surround themselves with, the barriers people erect on the mental facade, it is something I want no part of. Ironic yes, it may seem, that the most "advanced" and "developed" cultures in the world still manage to suffer from plagues of depression, stress, anxiety, any range of psychiatric disorders. We all have something to learn from those cultures who have not spent time pursuing financial greatness, world domination, or a fabricated web of religious prominence. Compassion, sight, and connection to the natural world, I think these are what will point you in the right direction. Not to be mistaken for apathy, this relaxation finds energy from the world around. There are more than enough reasons to make any commitment if you are in tune with the forces surrounding it. Like the Sigur Ros song, Samskyeti, whose Icelandic meaning is that of gaining strength by joining, letting objects come to rest on each other, and grow in strength from the foundation that is formed.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010


"I find myself in Big City prison,
arisen from the vision of man kind.
Designed, to keep me discreetly neatly in the corner,
you'll find me with the flora and the fauna and the hardship.
Back a yard is where my heart is still I find it hard to depart this."
-Mattafix Big City Life


Thats got to be the goal, break the fuck out of the Big City Life. Bust your ass out of that prison. Shit-Lets just go skiing