The night has just begun, we're drinking goon. Cheapest and bulkiest wine selection in Byron. 2L of awful goodness. There's a handful of us sitting around a slab of a table when one of the backpackers pipes up with, "Hey the busking comp is on tonight at the Brewery, for Blues Fest. 20 bands playing tonight for a chance to play at the festival," slaps the bag and takes down a mouth full of red goon. We chirp around the idea and finally decides to make moves. The Brewery is perched across the Arts Factory parking lot, I entertain a quick chat with the bouncer, I'd seen him at another venue and I thoroughly enjoy being friends with the bouncers. "Have a good night babe," flick a quick smile then stroll up the stairs taking a quick glance at the gigantic fig free grounded firmly amongst the man-made environment. Hazy lights vibe the place well. My friends are grabbing a drink, I've got $50 bucks in my bank account.. so I grab a can for 5 bucks. A lager. We all have to make sacrifices with the funds are low. Strolling through the large open doors a light crowd fills space, leaving smallish gaps between clumps of music lovers to maneuver through. I scope the crowd. My eyes find a tall man with velvet fire truck red flare pants. I'm intrigued immediately. I watch him as he swaggers around, pleasantly […]
Falling; down down down Into timelessness; connected I heard the trees dancing with the wind; have you ever noticed they sound like an ocean Everything is together; intertwined in alternate realities Here, now, begging for attention; what we were looking for was always right here Do not cover your ears, seal your lips or shut your eyes; feel it all deeply, lose the fear of death and eternal demise It’s all right here; screaming at us through the wind We’ll never believe it if we never surrender; observe the mind tune into the light Streams of consciousness; remove the night Polarity is unkind; wrong or right, dim or bright, stay or go, high or low it is all infinite, it is all abundant stretched hands – receive abundance Ask and it is given, attitude of gratitude doubled it and here we grow simply
Views from a clouded head, one way to go a thousand ways to explode. Step one way you may decay stuck for a decade. Lost in the horizon I could tell ya where to find em, the ones who live life peachy keen.. the ones whose love could separate the sea. I wish you could see. Your eyes are white washed, concentrated towards the same days thrown on repeat bound to keep the same dull fire stroked whoops I meant stoked let’s pour water on it; soaked. One day you’ll wake up and choke, realizing it’s all been a hoax, your ass filled with smoke. All you are is boring and dry, stuck to the ground peering at the sky.
I’ve been lounging about all day, lazily, soaking up some nurturing words and waiting for a friend to come whisk me away on an adventure. I heard rumor there was one little water fall in Margaret River. The trip advisor guide says, “ go up the log steps follow the path, cross the bridge, keep going, slide down the sand dune and when you see a sign take a right” along those lines. Bridget rolls up in here forest green, 4×4 van wagon. I hop in. Marigold and wildflower car freshener fill the space. This is the third time we’ve met but the first time spent together. She’s down to earth, high vibes and has got golden dreadlocks down to her lower back. We speak all the pleasantries on our ride, surrounded by miles of vineyards protected by thin metal wire fences as to say “you’re still welcome here come try our aromatic vino!” Gradual curves are a sweet lullaby on the road. “Look out for Moses Rock Road” Bridget interjects through the contemplative silence “You got it captain!” I pull up google maps, cause why risk it when technology is in the palm of your hand? “Looks to be about five minutes north on our left” “Perfect, we’ll catch sunset” “Beautiful” I say and we continue in our comfortable silence. Moses Rock Road is a gradient of paved to dirt to sand. We drive along nice and slow. Thickets […]
I’ve been held down in a deep darkness, it’s like being choked to death then gently kissed on the cheek repeatedly. My mind furiously spinning toward the edge then pulled back by some saving grace. When you think there’s nothing else, that your life is meaningless when the anger turns to tears streaming down your cheeks and the self loathing is unbearable …. take a deep breathe, take a hundred deep breathes then stay in your body until you realize you’re apart of the most beautiful consciousness. There is no purpose except to be at peace with yourself and the process of life
All my life I have loved women. I am enamored by them. Because I am one. Grown around a patriarchal haze, where women are not praised but thrown down or shit not even mentioned. I have striven for a life that raises women up. Yes, I’ve had my dark moments; woman shaming, woman hating, bitch fights induced by alcohol and jealousy. As I came from a woman, became a woman and maybe one day will make a woman; I vow to myself to never compare my standing in this big beautiful universe with another woman. I want to take a moment of silence so I may apologize to all the women I have hurt in my life all the mean words that slipped my lips before I thought twice. If it weren’t for all my mommas and sisters I wouldn’t know what strength is. I’ll lift my ladies up and be inspired by their achievements. Women who support women is the only kind of woman. All my life I have loved women. I am enamored by them. Because I am one.
I found myself in the same old struggle, not believing I was worthy of anything good to come my way. I pleaded to a higher power; unleash me from my own chains, help me gain freedom from the depths of self-inflicted pain.