Vitality

I have been more aware of my body lately. My body as my vessel. My body as a separate entity than my mind. Arguably, I have a healthier lifestyle than the average American, but my lifestyle (activity vs. diet vs. self-inflicted damage) can absolutely be improved upon. I "think" about those factors that I can improve often although rarely take any action. When I say "think" I really mean cross my mind in negative terms causing me to make an empty promise to myself, and immediately forget about it and not take the "thought" seriously - a familiar vicious cycle that a majority suffer from.
Right now, I am probably in the best possible position, given access and availability, to actually take a moment, set real conscious decisions and successfully execute these decisions. This time around I have every intention of doing so. As I stated before, I have been focusing a lot on the body - what it is capable of, how you need to nourish it, it's extreme importance, and how thankful I am to have my body - and at that perfect moment my body has thrown its hands up to me and snapped in the face of my mind.

My movement has been compromised and every day tasks are no longer those simple daily tasks. As simple as that – things change. I am lucky - this is a small, fixable ailment. Not everyone has that kind of luck. Yes, I see that I am lucky, but that does not mean that I am not thoroughly upset and depressed that I am laid up and crossing many of my to-do's off my list NOT because I completed them, but because they are out of my reach now that I am injured.
Back to the perfect timing though. When I finally decide to show my body the importance and respect it deserves it proves to me the extent and need for this change and how powerful and/or cumbersome it can be.

How To Be A Good Person

to be continued...

Death Fucks Me Up

It should though, right? I'm always complaining to myself that I don't think enough. Literally, don't process those things that are going on around me and the direct and greater meaning of those things -- really thinking -- but man, death makes me think. There is an immediate punch in the gut, typically due to shock, and then the awe and amazement. The ramifications of an individuals death are varied, although no matter who or where you are, it's painful for those you left behind near or far.
I absolutely have a 'moment of silence' for people whom I have known, encountered, admired or simply heard about that have passed on. Process the reality into context. Apply it to my life and see where I may be taking things for granted, where I can make changes, those things I am appreciating and doing right. One split second. One decision. One negative remark. One moment can change the course of your or some other life instantly. I am fascinated by that split second and the impact that it has.
Yes, death occurs everyday throughout the world. It is a part of life. The end to the cycle. Respect it.

Hella Coachella 2010

OK, I truly can't believe that it is almost a month past what was the BEST Coachella experience yet. I still feel high from Coachella. I still am listening to all my favorite Coachella artists. I still haven't unpacked from Coachella. In fact, I may or may not be sitting on my rastafarian afghan rug naked in the sun. You think I am joking....
Anyways, long live and love one of the events that has offered me some of my happiest moments in. Sad (nah, not really) but true. Coachella is a year-long cycle. April 24th you are drained, sun burnt, possibly regretful, possibly ill and definitely smiling from ear to ear. You spend the next three months recounting all of the heinous, epic, hilarious and life-changing moments with those who you attended with and maybe with some who have no idea what they are missing. The next three months are spent doing a lot of the same, but by this time you have successfully convinced at least one of your friends who has never been to Coachella to go. 100% they are in. SOLD!
At this point we are only six months out from the event itself....so you have to get started scheming line up predictions, rallying your Mothership troops and reconnecting with your pals who contribute to Coachella to ensure that they haven't had a lobotomy and are still going to meet you in the desert. Of course they are. Coachella planning can make one more paranoid than normal though, so just to be sure you have to start laying out the lines of communicado. The last three months before the actually event, I am talking mid-Jan to April is balls to the wall mothership coordination, ticketing buying/begging/scalping and sickening anticipation. I know that the mothership mama, JoJoMA, can go overboard with planning at times...but it truly wouldn't come to full fruition without her so each ounce of energy is appreciated and does not go unnoticed. The 5/6-day weekend commences and all parties meet under the purple sky...
This year was fucking flawless. I felt like I flew down on my magic carpet, with one of the most awesomely crazy co-pilot's in the world in tow, wafting in on a billow of smoke and landing in a patch of gold sparkled glory. Weather-perfect. People-indescribable. Music - mind blowing. Issues - non existent.

I am still riding that high. Coachella has set my spirit free and I'm gonna be pissed when something bottles it up again. Loves my peoples, my grass bed and my balloon lit sky!