You could blink and miss it, but you wouldn't want to.
Beyond the gorges, mountains and dessert, it's home to
The World's Largest Tiedye Underwear.
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| TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES, NM // DEC 2012 |
December 25, 2012
TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES
That's not an option, that's a noun. My grandparents winter in Truth or Consequences, New Mexico.
You could blink and miss it, but you wouldn't want to.
Beyond the gorges, mountains and dessert, it's home to
The World's Largest Tiedye Underwear.
These were made by an interesting guy named Dukatt. If you have tie dye needs, this is your guy. I wisely decided to take off my leggings after taking this photo for him to work on until morning.
You could blink and miss it, but you wouldn't want to.
Beyond the gorges, mountains and dessert, it's home to
The World's Largest Tiedye Underwear.
December 15, 2012
FOUR
My publishing professor always preached that there was something about 4 am- perhaps the cosmos were aligned, or maybe all intention and clean, pure, direct energy and information was allowed to manifest and flow freely. If you woke up abruptly at four in the morning, you should record everything immediately.
It happened again. 4:09.
One thought somersaulted and revealed itself. VOILA!
We exist as humans to be. Just be.
The rest is all nonsense we fabricate in order to make us feel like we are somehow being more, but as far as I'm concerned, we either are or are not.
When I'm worried, anxious or uneasy, I Am Not. I may feel painfully aware of the Now, but I am in the past or in the future. I am certainly not existing in any kind of present state that would afford me the tools to transcend the feeling. I'm searching for blame or hyper-focusing on hypothetical events.
I might as well be on some other planet twiddling my thumbs and back flipping in to mud puddles while aliens run my brain.
But when I Am, nothing is bothersome because it's all part of a moment that I know I can't exist out of. Worry exists outside of this moment. Right now there's nothing. I just Am.
Or hell, maybe this is all jibberish and I should stop drinking caffeinated beverages before bed.
It happened again. 4:09.
One thought somersaulted and revealed itself. VOILA!
We exist as humans to be. Just be.
The rest is all nonsense we fabricate in order to make us feel like we are somehow being more, but as far as I'm concerned, we either are or are not.
When I'm worried, anxious or uneasy, I Am Not. I may feel painfully aware of the Now, but I am in the past or in the future. I am certainly not existing in any kind of present state that would afford me the tools to transcend the feeling. I'm searching for blame or hyper-focusing on hypothetical events.
I might as well be on some other planet twiddling my thumbs and back flipping in to mud puddles while aliens run my brain.
But when I Am, nothing is bothersome because it's all part of a moment that I know I can't exist out of. Worry exists outside of this moment. Right now there's nothing. I just Am.
Or hell, maybe this is all jibberish and I should stop drinking caffeinated beverages before bed.
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| RAINBOW FALLS. BREVARD, NC. |
December 2, 2012
SHAPES
Driving through the mountains I focused. This is full circle. Maybe I thought I had come fill circle before and perhaps I was near, but I wasn't here. This is all the way back. This is point one. This is the physical place of an intense emotional beginning.
I left here hungry. Hungry for change. Hungry for experience. Hungry for space and freedom and transcendence. Aren't those such vague words that we use to explain the nebulous feeling of, "I don't know what I need, but I'm going to get it"?
My pockets are full of life and that makes coming back here so special. I appreciate my progress and journey, and how this place equally cradled and catapulted me.
But yes. I'm here again. And I don't cry much these days but I keep losing water from my eyes. The house I wrote my heart out in. The coffee house I made my afternoon home. The establishments where the waitresses knew my face, my order, my quirks. The streets I wandered, searching for interaction and avoiding eye contact, an irony found in the center of depression.
And now I'm fine.
Yeah.
I'm going to say that again.
Now I'm fine.
I've been dragging myself back to the places that evoke distant feelings because I respect the past. I respect my past because I own the present. It's mine.
Full circle. 360 degrees.
I'm fine.
I left here hungry. Hungry for change. Hungry for experience. Hungry for space and freedom and transcendence. Aren't those such vague words that we use to explain the nebulous feeling of, "I don't know what I need, but I'm going to get it"?
My pockets are full of life and that makes coming back here so special. I appreciate my progress and journey, and how this place equally cradled and catapulted me.
But yes. I'm here again. And I don't cry much these days but I keep losing water from my eyes. The house I wrote my heart out in. The coffee house I made my afternoon home. The establishments where the waitresses knew my face, my order, my quirks. The streets I wandered, searching for interaction and avoiding eye contact, an irony found in the center of depression.
And now I'm fine.
Yeah.
I'm going to say that again.
Now I'm fine.
I've been dragging myself back to the places that evoke distant feelings because I respect the past. I respect my past because I own the present. It's mine.
Full circle. 360 degrees.
I'm fine.
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