Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Skunk bonding



…have spent too much time  paring down to worry about where ideas come from. Don’t care where they been as long as you can pick up their tracks or their scent and follow along to where they take you. Mine take me short strolls or brisk little walks. I have no energy or longing to follow the same path for months or years on end. Either it holds no interest or I'm not that interesting. I don't know. But that would be the essence. And don’t be so conscious while in the act that you get in your own way. You are only the sail, and perhaps only a small one at that, but I’ve seen children in not much more than toy boats skimming freely across the water and maneuvering like gulls. Skills can flow through you, words thoughts, they flow through you – the sources, while at the same time common and categorical, are also infinite and inexorable. Hate. Love. Sex. Bonding. Aggression. Compassion, etc, and their sub-contexts…..
Do you want me to get into the sub-files and the lineage and branches thereof?

No, I’m trying to keep up with you while soaking in some of the current environment...and it’s not easy because you are sucking up the entire room.

Pardon the the intrusion of my disillusion. Go ahead. 
Take it all in. breathe it see it hear it reflect it – do your own mix, direct your own life. As you sense it, where you are at that moment. Observe with all your senses. It feeds back through you and is part of your arc and your flow.

Yeah, you’re right….I’m flowin’ …and hittin’ the head.

There you go – add “Bodily Function” to that list. Twenty minutes ago that was beer in a bottle. It all flows.