Observations on process, practice, and living.
Field notes
There wasn't a song before tonight, now I'm listening to my heart playing through the speakers.
Here's to celebrating the magic of expression, and embrancing the connection to the invisible.The sweet realization that end results aren't the key, movement is. More precisely, how the movement feels, how it tingles your body.
A calling for silence. Release of explanation (specially art practice) opening the doors to the unknown, and unsaid. Time is streched in between, allowing for deep exploration.
Time is spacious, it holds an abundant amount and it surprises me every time I intentionally slow down. Fun oxymoron: Rushing will shrink time and feed scarcity, slowing down will expand it, and serve as a reminder of abundance.
Acceptance of our reality is essential for our experience to be manageable. Looking at life from this place of acceptance changes things. Resistance to reality will only affirm the negative connotation created in the mind.
On trasitory phases:
You feel alone, but you're not: You're in company of your vision and to materialize the vision you must spend quality time with it. In between chapters allow for exploration of every corner of what you envision, both the dream and nightmare of it.
Currently feeling trapped inside myself, I'm in the midst of my inner spirals, surprised to find myself here.
Oh, blessed be the sunrays shining through the water, birds chirping, autumn breeze, gentle whispers with conviction, saying: be present with your experiences. Observe the transformation as you exist in relation to your enviroment.
Every day I notice how broken I am and it shows how open I've become. Through every crack a new door of infinite possiblity.
If all the love I feel for others exists inside my body, and they will most likely never know the true extent of that love, then why do I look for the feeling of receiving love from others? Isn't the experience of loving another enough of a transcedental bodily experience?
Nothing is promised, life will go where it flows and I must practice releasing into its current.
A plate full of fruits, coffee on the table, rainy morning (tropical weather style) and me second guessing the tracklist of the album.
I'm surprised to see hope enter the room after everything. Makes me think hope is an undeniable consequence of being open and embracing the shadows.