11 November 2017

Horripilation

Horripilation: 

 When the hairs on the back of your neck, top of your head or forearms reach out to the universe and attempt to sow themselves back into the fabric of everything. When the underlying ‘force that drives the green fuse’ reaches out to you and a forgotten part of you reaches back, waking you up in the process.

19 October 2017

hereherehere



I dreamed of this place long before I ever went there or knew it existed. But I ended up there completely randomly on a visit to Oregon with no clue it was a surf spot. As I was hiking down I came across a couple of surfers in the woods on their way back up. "You find waves down there?" I naively asked. With giant grins on their faces, they replied "Oh man... just the two of us... right after right... eagles... whales..." They went on. "Hum." More over-enthusiastic, over-exaggerating yanks, I thought to myself. "Cool." I replied. 

Years later, I was placed under the same spell they were that day and I've got stories. I've got stories about walking down the trail at dawn on ice cold October mornings, about deer on the beach, finding free beer gifted to me from the gods in the bushes, whales in the line up, eagles flying over perfect waves, sharing waves with just a couple of friends for hours on end, getting stuck outside on a 10' day and kissing the boulders when I finally made it to the shore, a friend getting lost in the woods never to be seen again in quite the same way, learning to breathe underwater, returns to Eden and of course stories about the secret of eternal nows/ perfect presents. Of my top ten surf sessions, a couple took place down here. But truth be told, the reef is a fickle beast, sand shifts, things change and its easy to forget the good times and pretend she doesn't exist because she rarely does. And in reality the waves are usually secondary to the whole experience. And its an experience of commitment. You know, if you've been. 

As a result, significant time can go by without even a visit. Its been years now since I've 'scored' this place. But rest assured, its now OK to bury some of me here. After my last breath, surely send half of me to the Gower Peninsula but at this stage in my life I'm starting to feel somewhat Oregonian. Enough of me has been shed here that I can now comfortably be chopped up and thrown off this towering cape into the green waters below. Let me be devoured by fish, sea lions, GWs, and birds of prey and return to it all. 

Here.

14 August 2017

Harry Leslie Smith

-from "Don't Let My Past Be Your Future"

28 May 2017

Stupid Fucking Words



Taliesin Myrddin's parents must have been inspired by the legends of the great Welsh bards when they named him. Words have power. Jeremy Joseph Christian was likely emboldened by the increase in racist and hateful rhetoric we've been hearing in recent days. Words have power. And words clashed when Tallesin (And others) stood up for what the Buddhists call, 'Right Speech,' defined as "abstinence from false speech, abstinence from malicious speech, abstinence from harsh speech, and abstinence from idle chatter." I find it horrificly symbolic that when Christian's vernacular was challenged by Talliesin, he slashed his jugular. Words have power. 'Mind' what you say and how you say it. I've never seen such a far -reaching and extreme example of how this can work in both directions. Lives were lost and lives were saved by words. We often think we're powerless to make change in this horrible political climate but how we talk to each other could change everything. Ramadan Mubarak.





Words
Words and expressions
All these confessions
Of where we stand
How I see you
And you see me
Dedications of symmetry
Together we will be
Forever

Promises are shit
We speak the way we breathe
Present air will have to do
Rearrange and see it through
Stupid fucking words
They tangle us in our desires
Free me from this give and take
Free me from this great debate

There were no truer words than when spoken
Let that stand as it should
There was nothing left when broken
We grab anything when we fall

Promises are shit
We speak the way we breathe
Present air will have to do
Rearrange and see us through
Stupid fucking words
They tangle us in our desires
Free me from this give and take
Free me from this great debate


You will do what you do
I will do what I do
We will do what we do
Rearrange and see it through

Go where you think you want to go
Do everything you were sent here for
Fire at will if you hear that call
Touch your hand to the wall at night

Promises
Words 


-'Promises' Fugazi

31 January 2017

Two Zen Masters Stuck In An Elevator

-If Donald J Trump was right here, right now.
What would you say to him?

-I would ask him how he feels about death.
I would ask him how he copes knowing that one day there will be no more,

The Donald.

I would like to see how well his ego can wrestle with this non-alternative fact.
I would like to see how far down the deep dark hole of non-existence he will go with me,
as I think that is the best way to get a gauge of a person.

-Perfect.


-And then I’d grab him by the P....!