I will Love Again.

What I've Come to Realize so far

I WAS HERE AND NOW YOU ARE HERE,
    WELCOME TO HERE AND NOW

We are mortal manifestations of eternal essences.

Light cannot be seen if one hasn’t developed the eyes to see it.

I’m staring at this page and “hearing” these words in my head.

There are many languages other than those that are only spoken/written. There is language in the way. Language in a process, language in a result, language in action.

Language is based upon meanings assigned to certain symbols.

I plead that you allow this its own time and place…do not hold it to any standards above and beyond the specific circumstances in which you encounter it.

Let the experience flow through you as the thoughts I present to you flow in and out of your mind.

This was made with the possibility of you in mind.

your experience is what you make of it, what you already have that you bring to it.

it is not the job of other people to conform to my ways of thinking…it is my job to take opportunities when people are open to listening and use those times to persuade and convince them of my idea, thought, etc. of their own free will.

I cant do everything myself, and I’m not the only person living on this planet.

Do not take anything at face value…better than trying to figure out what I mean by writing this, try and figure out what you mean by reading this.

These might be my words, but what’s going on in your head, and your experience with these words, your thoughts are your own and I cannot do anything more than present the information to you.

You’re the one who has to go to bed with yourself every night and wake up to yourself every morning.

You have to teach them how to read it

The Ability and Willingness

Disassociation

Beginning Implies End Implies Beginning

Existence implies Space

Space implies Time

Time implies Occurrence

Occurrence implies Sense/Perception

Sense/Perception implies Experience

Experience implies Memory/Association

Memory/Association implies Evaluation

Evaluation implies Judgement

Judgement implies Choice

Choice implies Re-Action

Re-Action implies Responsibility

Responsibility implies Morals and Ethics

Morals and Ethics implies Empathy

Empathy implies Sharing

Sharing implies Expression

Expression implies Creativity

Creativity implies Destruction

Destruction implies Chaos

Chaos implies Order

Beginning implies End implies Beginning
implies Infinity
implies the Importance of Here and Now

Moved by Music

Klimt copy/interpretation. Painted using ceramic tools. '07

I've Gone Black

So, as you can see i've changed the background color on this blog. (and subsequently the color of the text and titles. etc.) and i would like to explain myself because i feel such a change deserves a reason.

This has everything to do with "The Canvas is Black: We Add Light"

If you think about space and the Universe and the Galaxy and all that great big stuff out there, there really isn't that much light shooting around, it seems to be a pretty dark place. The darkness of black serves as the perfect background to show off the brilliant luminescence of the Stars and the planets that they shed light on.

imagine if the Universe we're White instead of Black, how much harder it would be to see the brightness of the Stars...

and in a similar way i believe this applies to the idea of Black as a background color for the design of this blog. the background is the Void, and thus Everything I add here to it, is a little bit of Light that i am sharing.

Blindness

i drew this with my eyes closed...one hand moving over my face, the other moving over the paper.

Second Chance

Out Of The Void

The Canvas Is Black

We Add Light

I am enchanted

i am mezmerized
i am bewitched
by the sensations and perceptions of your virtue you freely extol.
the sun bathes me in warmth, the sparrow sweetly sings his song,
the gentle breeze blows fanciful fragrances past my nose,
the sight of the early blooming crocus pleases me
knowing that once again the world delights in easy living
and i am transfixed
and i am transfixed
and i am transfixed

that sort of wednesday

Sisters

A Piece of Life

I Am Here and Now

First and foremost I am here and now.
I am what I am and that is all that I am.
Then I am human, the animal.
Born with the will to live,
Living with the will to die.
Next, a son, a brother,
A part in the play, of the lives of others.
Finally, a friend, and enemy.
Endowed with the ability
To differentiate one from the other.

Mr. Disillusioned

Looking out my window, I see snowflakes falling. The kind of clustered snowflakes where you know it’s not just one falling all alone by itself, but a group of them stuck together. and we all fall down. It’s not the first snow, nor the second, or any number I can remember at this point. The flakes fall in places where they simply cover up those who covered up others. snowfall after snowfall. I don’t know why im trying to be so poetic about it. it makes me want to gag just writing it like that. The guy across the street is shoveling his driveway, again. Ive stopped caring at this point. Besides my jeep has four wheel drive and I can drive out of my way just fine. I don’t understand how anyone can live in Michigan and not have four wheel drive on their car.

If it got to a point where I wasn’t able to get out of my driveway and by necessity I had to shovel I would, but who cares about an inch or four? I don’t have faith in the purpose of those sorts of things. keeping my lawn mowed, keeping my way shoveled. I apply my efforts in other kinds of ways. Day after day the disillusionment in the air condenses and precipitates, covering my eyes. It doesn’t just fall an inch or two at a time either. While my neighbor may be out every day shoveling for an hour at a time, It may take me an hour just to dig myself out of bed.  It doesn’t snow on just one mans house, but the air around my head seems to be made of some heavier molecules.

Ok enough with the metaphors already, Mr. disillusioned. I don’t even know why im bothering writing this, because I know its never going to leave my laptop. Why am I spending this month at home, alone, taking care of my mom’s cat and telling everyone im ‘working on my writing’ when what im really doing is sitting and staring out my window at my neighbor shovel his driveway and thinking about what a waste of time this all is and how none of it is going anywhere.

I mean really, what about the world today is there to serve as a sign to tell me there’s hope for any of us? people talk about having faith, but who actually does? I wish I couldn’t tell so easily when people are talking bullshit. And then I smile and nod like I actually agree with what they’re saying anyways. I feel like holden caulfield for chrissake. Who doesn’t nowadays?

Man, I just feel like this snow weighs so heavily on me. And shoveling it away just to get in my car and drive to work for the day is not a good enough reason for me. I wish I had a better reason to shovel my driveway. Something out there I cared enough about to make sure there was nothing in my way to get there. I want so much to care, I do. im dying to care.

Oh, and here comes my neighbor’s neighbor out to shovel his driveway. No doubt feeling insecure that his neighbors driveway is shoveled and his is not. Poor bastards, so easily influenced, so easily persuaded. Oh god, I think he’s actually walking over to my house? Does he honestly think he’s going to come over here and repremand me just for leaving a foot of snow unshoveld?

Wait a second, Doth mine eyes deceive me?! I cannot believe this… this fool of a took has actually begun to shovel MY DRIVEWAY! Wow, im getting a really strange rush of feelings right now. I honestly don’t even know how to take all this. Why the hell would this man care enough to do what he’s doing? The only interactions ive ever had with him is awkwardly waving across the street when we’re accidentally both in our front yards at the same time, and then me turning my back and silently gaging. He has no reason to be doing me any favors. I mean, that is kinda really nice of him though.

Ok, I need to try and wrap my head around this because this is not fitting with my holden caulfield view of the world, this simply does not happen in reality. So what reasons could he possibly have… he could be buttering me up to ask me for a favor? But why would he ask me a favor out of all the other neighbors in our hood. That cant be it. he could be trying to show off his neighborliness to everyone else! But that’s a lot of snow to shovel just to show off. I mean I really cant think of any reason.

Hold on holden, wipe away your disillusioned covered eyes for a second, and try and see what the world is showing you right now. even though I don’t want to believe it or even consider it, I feel like this guy is doing this just to be nice. I mean, this guy is actually my neighbor, I guess, whatever that means. Wow, could this be that stupid sign of hope I was just asking for five minutes ago? I think I have a choice to make right now. not a choice of action, but a choice of observation. If my aim is to see the world as it is, then I cannot deny that this man is showing me a side of the world I haven’t seen in a long time. Uh oh, I feel a metaphor coming on.

Honestly though, all we have is our own perspective of things. and while my perception has not necessarily been full of selfless acts of human generosity, I suppose that doesn’t mean they no longer exist. Does that mean just because I haven’t felt hope in a while that it can’t suddenly come out of nowhere to shovel a foot of snow off my disillusioned eyes? Is that a stupid metaphor or what? 

Everything that Happened

OK! so im trying something new out that ive been building up for a while... i would APPRECIATE some feedback!

the thing about it is the MEANING of all of it:

what you're seeing here is a fingerpainting using red blue and yellow paint. some of the words have been covered over by charcoal.

Finger-painted words because it symbolizes my physical reality connection to the abstract concepts of the words.

3 Primary colors used and mixed together because it represents how 'alive' words are themselves and the whole 'spectrum' of interpretations of meaning and perspectives possible. Words are symbols, words are Images.

Charcoal obscures the words that i feel have less interpretation possible/ less meaning inherent in them, yet all of them still have the 3 primary colors underneath the charcoal. 

The blocky parts and everything else is just evidence left over of the process of my facilitating it's creation

and the text is my belief that at the end of the day, at the end of my life, all that is going to remain, is everything that i've done and everything that has happened in my life...

...that and the ripples.

Every Thought Imaginable

and never stop...

Spilled Soup

This is what i feel like right now, 

and im not planning on cleaning it up...

from a while ago...

self-portraits '07

Nietzsche/Basquiat

FAILED ATTEMPT

and i need to prove it to myself.

Too Much Free Time

 just havin some fun, chillin at home, me and my friends! 

you know how it goes...

Living on Purpose

My name is Alexander Weyer
and im an Actor, but im not Acting.
At least I don't think i am.

but even when Actors are Acting, their still Living, anyways...
those experiences are still a part of their Lives.
those Actions still have 'Real' consequences.
I think Acting is less Acting and more
just putting a good imagination to use.
Real living within a temporary Illusion. a daydream.

Acting can be an escape.
a way of dodging true responsibility with yourself.
a way of hiding from yourself for a while.

but then again you don't really go anywhere do you?
You're always right where you Are.
I'm always right where I Am.

I'm a lot of other things besides an Actor too.

I'm a writer, but im not writing.
writing is just something i choose to do with my time.
sometimes.

other times i do other things.
im still just Living. existing. Acting.
Doing. Breathing. Seeing. Hearing.
thinking. Learning. growing.
experiencing. judging. evaluating. calculating.

just like Anybody else, right? just like you. but different.

but whatever im doing or who i am, im still just living.
my name is Alexander Weyer and im not Acting, im Living.
on purpose.

Spite

...ya know what i mean?

the simple 'unfortunate' fact that i have to do things i dont necessarily want to do. things i may have no (conscious) desire to do. but still...trying to do the 'mature' thing and own up to the facts about my own existence and taking certain things into my own hands which had previously been in the hands of others.

and just having as much faith and hope as possible that there will be benefit.

Stalemate

click for fullview

When you've lost everything...

just takes a little hard work and perseverance! 

(and some hopeful faith!)

Project Into You

this is one my favorite videos ive ever made...it means a lot of different things to me, but the thing is just that it means a lot. what it means for what that time of my life meant. it lies very close to my heart.


please watch full screen! let load so youre not interrupted, and make sure the volume's up! feel it!


and please enjoy...<3

backwards reasoning

sometimes i resent the people i care about,
because they make me care so much
about my life, and caring so much about
my life sometimes causes me a lot of
pain and suffering. then i feel bad for
resenting them because i 'know' that
those people are what i really have going
for me. but sometimes i dont want to go.
i want to stop. but then i feel like im
letting everyone i care about down and
causing them to feel pain and suffering
which i dont want to do. sometimes i wish
i didnt have anyone to care about because
then i could just go with the flow of my own
personal existence in whichever way it might
take me and i wouldnt have to worry if
that way would upset anyone that
i care about.

Symbol

Forever & For Now

The way things have happened will always be the way things have happened, but the way things are right now will never stay the same.

I love it...

A riddle is a riddle

The importance of being selfish.

I am ruler of my own kingdom, I will rule it to my liking and as I see fit.

A metaphor is a metaphor.

A riddle is a riddle.

Reality is Fantasy is Realitivity

I don’t know how else to put it and frankly im tired of trying for right now. im writing this for myself. Im writing it because it makes me feel good. Im talking to myself right now. what I have to say to myself may or may not be any of your concern. That is up to you. And you have no right to judge, and I have no right to judge. So let us rejoice at meeting a companion! So lovely to meet you, how do you do?! Right now I’m Swell, Thanks for asking!

So now that im talking to myself, what do I want to talk about? Let me think think for a sec… ok but don’t take too long. I want to actually get some significant amount of writing done tonight. Ok fine…take your time. Whatever you say will be more worth it for having been earnestly thought through.

Ok that literally took about 15 seconds. I want to talk about me! What else is there to talk about? If I spoke the ‘truth’ of anything other than myself, I would be false.

Now that I realize I can talk about anything about myself I like, though… I think im already finding there’s not much use in talking about it, really is there? Like a dragon eating its own tail, it doesn’t really ever Go anywhere does it…?

I will mention however that this is the first time I think ever that I really find myself easily speaking in metaphors and not struggling to search for them. interesting…

The only good speaking to myself would do would be to note things that I notice. To note and to report what I perceive to be so. I can note things that I judge the value of to be important, and the value of things I believe to be unimportant. I can note things that appear more fun and entertaining, and those that bore me. I can note what I value to be meaningful, and what I value to be unbeneficial.

If you are me, which you are not, but I am, than you can never really ‘know’ what I mean. The only good any of my own notations will do you is to make your own sense out of them. find your own meanings.

Am I speaking to myself right now?

Or am I speaking to you right now?

Or are you speaking to yourself right now?

I am a gardener

Life is my garden.

Rest my head

Loss of security

there's something very unique about experiencing life in this way. not just not knowing what tomorrow will bring... but that everyday can feel that it's either bringing you closer or further, in a significant way. without that feeling of security everyday everyhour everyminute becomes important in a way it hadn't been before.

the strength to live

life is too precious right now to say i can wait...

Sometimes...

Sometimes all I can do in a day is clean my room and feed myself. Sometimes all I can do in a day is go to the bathroom and make a piece of toast. Sometimes all I can do is water my plants and read a book.

There have been and are times in my life where I have very little will power to do almost anything, the simplest things. some of the biggest ‘no-big’ deals I cant even manage. Sometimes it drives me mad when the overhead light is on and not the lamp in the corner. Im a very sensitive person. Besides, lighting is a big deal.

Sometimes these times in my life last longer than I would like them to, and they start to get in my way. People start to mistake my actions for meaning things I don’t mean. Sometimes I start to do things I don’t mean to do, say things I don’t mean to say. Im not sure why.

Sometimes I get very sad and that seems to be the only thing that makes me feel better.

Sometimes I really just don’t have it in me and I cant do anything about it, or at least tell myself I cant. Which I know isn’t good, but I cant help it.

Sometimes I feel like Im doing everything right, and other times I feel like im doing everything wrong. Sometimes I feel like I know exactly what im doing, and other times I feel like I have no idea whats going on.  Sometimes these times happen very close together, if not at the same time.

Sometimes I can go on forever, and sometimes I cant go any further.

Sometimes only happens sometimes though, even though sometimes it feels like forever.

doorway

i found god grafitti'd in a doorway...

A Real Person

MINE

i feel...

I feel trapped. I feel trapped in these times. I feel trapped in this country’s way of living.

I just want to be given an opportunity to prove myself. A way to show people that just because I didn’t graduate from college doesn’t mean I have no valuable skills. That just because I didn’t graduate from college doesn’t mean I don’t know how to think or learn.

That actually I should be a valued commodity for the fact that I have a more radical perspective on the world. I may not be able to do one specific thing at a masters degree level, but I can do 50 or 100 different things to the best of my ability. And I am always learning more along the way. I haven’t burned out my lust for learning and life. I did not allow school to use up the best of what I have inside me, which is my imagination and the unique perspective I have that I didn’t get from school or from following the rules all the time, but got from listening to myself and following my heart. ALL that stuff that people tell you is REALLY important in life…I got it down.

I have an amazing perspective on life.

Now…I just have to find a way to ‘make a [fucking] living’ off of it.

I don’t want another fucking ‘job’ though, I want to keep doing what ive been doing and strike out on my own and come up with some great new idea to help the world. god and I have good intentions too! How I can not be rewarded for having these qualitites…because they’re not quantitative? How do you measure imagination, honesty, trust, ambition, authenticity, etc? how do you put standards on such things…?

I think there’s a growing part of this world who can actually appreciate what I have to give. A small part. But right now I feel trapped in the big part of the world where the things I have cannot be truly appreciated, and I don’t want to hang around where im not appreciated, you get me?

And I know I can’t just wait around for my fairy godmother…so what the hell am I gonna do?...

Start a ‘homemade’ greeting card line and sell them to little stores.

Hah…I ‘want’ to write and make art. And have that be that. And then just live. I JUST WANT TO LIVE! I JUST WANT TO LIVE!

I cant be at a job that takes away my desire for living, I cant live in a way of life that I don’t want to live in. so GET ME OUT OF HERE! TAKE ME SOMEWHERE ELSE WHERE I CAN LIVE MY LIFE!

I don’t trust people who’ve never had to struggle in their life.

God I hate money. I wish I could live in a world where instead of giving someone money in order to get something from them, I could simply explain and convince them to the best of my abilities of why I need what they have and how by serving me they would be serving a ‘bigger than both of us’ cause and why it would overall be in their best interest. And if I they weren’t convinced for good reason, if they sensed ‘other’ intentions or that I wasn’t being totally honest with them, they wouldn’t give what they had that I needed to me. And this kind of exchange would promote openness, honesty, good intentions and communication. Among a bunch of other good character traits im sure… and whatever you didn’t want to or couldn’t get from someone you would do yourself, like grow your own food, make your own clothes, etc. it would build such an interconnected community, living that way, I think. And yeah obviously that’s not the ‘final draft’ plan of how that way of living would work out, don’t worry I know. But it’s an initial idea, and you cant do anything or change anything without an initial idea…so I got [what I feel is] the important part.

Now, who’s with me?! …anybody?

Bounce Responsibly

sketchbook. risd drawing class out-ing.

The thing about 'Expectations'...

get it? got it. good.

A Vision

incase it's hard for you to read my handwriting:

My Utopia

A place where people care

and they value Hard Work

& Honesty

& Dedication

& Meaning & Beauty

And enjoy simple fun and simply

Being together.

A place where we don't have to

leave Eachother

And we can stay together

and just be Children

And live out our fantasies

for Ourselves.

Appreciation is Truth

i feel like this sentiment has become the basis for my entire existence. i am here to appreciate as much of everything everysecondican. it's not that it's even an effort thing, or something i force myself to do, for it comes so naturally and feels so good. 

just to be mindful. 

making quiet notes to myself to tuck away in the back of my skull somewhere. notes about how nice the air smells right now, how comforting this sweater makes me feel inside and out, how the rain looks like a giant fog off onto the horizon and makes it feel like the whole world disappears after that. 

when i feel good, to notice and allow myself to feel as good as frickenpossible, and know why! and to be immensely thankful in that moment. (i will only ever feel as happy as i allow myself to feel. so i decided im going to allow myself to be happy...)

when i feel sad, to really allow myself to feel the depths of the sea of sorrow, because that's how i feel. and to turn those moments into moments of great lessons. and to be thankful for those lessons learned. 

whatever, whenever, wherever...

it's my choice, and i've chosen to be Happy, and this happiness has come through my Appreciation for this thing im living called life and E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G it has to offer me. 

now go contemplate a sphere, or a yin-yang...the dot of consciousness on the circle of life. draw a circle and look at it. no matter what you're feeling, you'll feel better i promise.

Noises

Noises

ok i think it's time for another video! wooo! yaaayy!!! haha...

i made this one because i think its one of the most horrible and amazing things

at the same time.

i made it to confront myself with how much i cant stand it!

(you'll see what im talking about when you watch it!)

but this one's really just all about having too much fun and being in the moment while you're having a good time.

ENJOY!!!

p.s. doesn't hurt to be 'under an influence' while watching it! lol

the moral's at the beginning, the rest is just because.

My apartment in Chelsea, new york, and spending vacations up at Houghton lake. Those were two things I was just thinking about missing from my past. But then I was thinking more about how whenever I remember those times, and really think about them, and how I felt when I was there…I go back there. I am there. And then I realize i don’t need to feel like I miss them so much, because I still have them with me whenever I need them. and that’s a very comforting feeling.

Earlier today, after I printed out my new resume and felt ‘accomplished’ for the day, I told myself I was going  to go for a walk outside, and I did, I went for a walk outside. On a beautiful Wednesday November 10^th 2010 (now it’s 3:28pm) but it was earlier, obviously, around 1pm I think. I wore my big knit sweater cardigan thing from marc, my jeans with the huge knee holes, and flip flops. And just a plain grey shirt, with my amber necklace and my two different gauges with 2 silver studs and my regular silver glasses and my hair all unkept. That’s what I looked like and that’s what I felt like walking down the street.

At first when I left the building downstairs and got outside, I didn’t have any thought about where I was going to go, it all just kinda happened. Maybe it helped that I took a hit of my bowl before I walked out the door, but I felt very calm and laid back, at ease. Everything’s great, the world is totally fine, and im just enjoying myself in my own quiet way right now and whatever happens, happens and im gonna enjoy it for what it is. That’s what I felt like walking down the street.

Get this though too, I think it’s so funny ‘cliché’, but I was honestly carrying a copy of ‘catcher in the rye’ in my jeans back pocket too…how funnycute. But it was great. So I ended up walking straight down state street (north, from Delaware and state) till I got to oak, and walked all the way down across Michigan ave to oak street beach in downtown Chicago. Went I came up from under the underpass, I found a bench with the sun on my back and sat and looked around myself for a while. Just taking in all the people.

All the people bike riding, all the people walking, people running, two guys in sweats setting up a volleyball net, someone jogging on the shoreline mostly empty, some sort of tanker in the harbor, seagulls, and the sand by my feet on the concrete.

Just for a while. Then I opened my book and started to read, all of a sudden I thought of Courtney and how the other day, (she’d read some of my writing excersizes I sent her)  she told me I should write the next ‘catcher in the rye’ or something like that. And I thought that was cute and very nice to say. (that’s why I brought that book with me today) when I actually opened up that book and started to read it again, for the first time in about seven years(?) I was like, oh hey…this guy kinda does talk to himself in a similar way that I talk to myself, myself being myself and myself being this page right now im typing on, and I guess whomever may read it in the future. (I like to keep those sorts of thigns in mind(sometimes) while im writing.) I feel like it helps me be very clear about what im talking about (we’ve gone over this ‘clarity’ issue thing before…haha).

While I was reading the wind started to pick up and my knees were getting cold, so I turned on the bench and brought my knees up toward my chest and had my back to the wind. With my ‘thick’ sweater on, it was kinda nice. Kept reading for a while, laughing at a decent amount of the book to myself quietly, but out-loud. (literally ‘lol’, not just…) and when that was enough, I put my bookmark back in place (a picture of my family and I that looks like a band’s cd cover, so cute and 90’s) and sat for a little while longer and just enjoyed a bit of the remaining early november sun. I sat and thought to myself for a bit. then two women with their children came up form under the underpass, took their kids socks and shoes off, rolled up their jean pants, and let them run out onto the completely empty but for 3 other people beach already mostly in the shade from the buildings behind us. I enjoy watching kids run around (they looked about 6 or 7). early youth is so special. Then i walked back to my apartment in Chicago.

That simple afternoon ‘out-ing’ gave me so much joy. I was gone for about an hour. It felt like three. that’s a good ratio. 

Reach

everysinlgemotherfuckingthing that happens or that i do...happens in a splash moment, and then that moment ripples out. it reaches out into circumstance.

it reaches out into time. everything i do, doesn't only effect me here and now, it effects everything thereafter. consequences of the moment, and consequences in the following hours, day, week, month, year, restofmylife, restofforever.

this fact alone makes me want to pay more attention to what the hell it is im doing. or rather, not 'what' exactly im doing, but "why?"...

The "Best"Art"

Along the way

i cant do everything myself.

if i or you or whomever has an idea to create something that they do not have the capabilities to create on their own or by their own means, because they simply dont have the power, or because what they want to create involves other people, people you cannot control... it is not the job of the other people to 'conform' to your ways of thinking, to go above and beyond to believe what you believe, rather your job is to take opportunities when people are OPEN to listening and use those times to persuade and convince them of your idea, thought, etc.

if i want to create a sort of 'better' world for the future out of the one we are living in right now, i must inspire others to the same vision of mine/a similar vision of their own, because i can't do everything myself, and im not the only person living on this planet.

the product of “Instinctive Analytical Thinking”

October 27^th 2010 231pm home bedroom Michigan. 

the important things: (aka: my principals)

-awareness, because I cant do anything about what im unaware or unconscious of.

            (awareness of…etc. including(myself and my circumstances))

-intention

            (‘honest’ intention behind my actions, whatever they may be.)

-self discipline in striving for ‘better’ (the ability to dream (big!), freedom of imagination)/ acceptance and appreciation of things totally as they are. (including forgiveness for others and myself.)

-(pro)action, even if that includes and most especially (simply because I think its what people have the hardest time doing) taking non-action when it is ‘for the better’. 

-and respect for my environment and circumstances including all people and living things in it. using tact and consideration. empathy and understanding.

-bravery for living life up to your own standards and no one else’s. a set of priorities.

-gratefulness for existence, and moments of meditation; a connection with the numinous and a sense of ‘faith’.

-responsibility for my share. with humility and pride in all that i do and accomplish.

-focus on the present moment.

(Now I can take these principals I’ve ‘established’ for myself and apply them to create!)

Girl

just as much...

the feeling of eternity