Vertical living.

We’re living so close to the surface of our lives that we often can’t make sense of it. Our experiences so expediently uploaded that we forget to download and process what it means to be there, here, inside of it, below the surface that we’re scraping.
What distracts us from diving the depths of our experience? as it is in these depths that sense and meaning swims.
What keeps us a float, buoyant and oblivious to the world beneath. Is it fear of the unknown, or is it that we fear that we know what we will find? Is it the physical effort, sacrifice and impending exhaustion required to kick yourself to these depths? Is it the fear of the pressure and the darkness associated down here, or is it that we only get a couple kicks down before a phone rings, an alarm sounds, a deadline looms an appointment waits and that we can’t be “here” for long before we’ve committed ourselves to being somewhere else…
Whatever it is, we need to live a little more vertically, and less horizontally. We need to give ourselves space to process time. To make sense of experience. To live below the surface. To find the depth in our purpose.
(Cover image by Sam Ayres)

Changing states.

So, in life we think about death, and in death we think about life. When do we stop leading our minds to these conclusions and realise the immortality in our essence, the energy of our being and its ability to supersede the conclusion of life or death as a state of conversation. Yet still, we design occasions to celebrate memories of the time travelled in this state, paying no attention to its potential creation in another.

We fear our simple minds will allow us to forget, and that those who have served us between the space of life and death will be forgotten.

Their essence is in everything and in everything is our own, and so its not about remembering its about acknowledging, its about seeking the manifestation of their new state, and seeing them as the “space” and not the emptiness they left behind.

May your essence not be defined by what it was, but by what it has since become. To changing states, the conservation of energy, Life, death and the space between.

Tvl.

The question is then, are we giving ourselves enough space to grow? When you sit back, and the entire view framed by the cockpit is the sum total of your territory, your environment, with the city to the south, and your suburb to the north, you start to question where your roots have left to grow. When you’re confronted with this the answer always seems to be a trade off between recycling the space you’ve already conquered and challenging yourself to exceed levels of previous experience or to uproot entirely and move on. However appealing and spontaneous the latter, there is always the option of the third. When you feel you have reached the boarders of your potential growth the way to keep moving forward is to move inward. Where territory is infinite and growth imminent. That being said though, to uproot, to ‘move’ should always be with the intention to be moved, and not to simply move around.

Mirror mirror.

All it takes is knowing yourself to find yourself knowing others. And to know them well enough to create discomfort and unease as to how that knowledge came to be. A gradient that will see them leaning forward with intrigue and curiosity as they attempt to restore the balance in this acquaintance.

They desire to leave you equally exposed, equally vulnerable, yet the more they seek in you, the more they find themselves. They find themselves as a result of your ability to relate, to seek and solve similarities as a reference point from which to thread your understanding and base relation.

The effortlessness of your ability to relate can only come from knowing yourself intricately, and that intricate knowing from putting yourself in situations that you have never known yourself to be in, testing yourself against your differences, your odds thereby training yourself to find yourself everywhere, and in everything even where you are not.

The art herein lies in not being so obviously defined and rigid in self but instead in being defining, to be as much as you are as what you are not and to be as comfortable in similarity as you are in difference. To be entirely analogue. Entirely relatable. And from this state; the thread of understanding and the depth of knowing another no longer provokes vulnerability but instead gratification and addiction to the expression and freedom it is to be around you without the expectation of having to fit into what they have been before, and to whom. The cessation of role and title and the birth of something new. Something of vigour and valiance.

So then, the question you ask yourself is. When you walk away from a conversation, an introduction or perhaps a relationship of kind. If “they” followed the footprints you left behind, would they lead them back to you, or would they lead them back to themselves? Did they learn to love who you are as your egos self perception, or did they learn to love who you showed them they could be?

Run.

Its only when you stop running do you realise that you’re tired. Stop running that you realise the first direction your mind turns as the direction you’ve been running from. Stop running that you realise you need to keep moving in order to feel alive.

Its only when you start running again that you realise that you’d rather be tired than left behind. Start running again that you realise you need to run ‘to’ and not ‘from’ the direction your mind applies. start running again do you realise the clarity brought about by the motion blur. Start running again that you realise that life and living lies in mobility, and in mobility, mortality. In mortality, adaptability and in adaptability, evolution. And in evolution and the embrace of change, so you’ll realise the elixir of life…

Pick yourself up and keep moving.

 

Where there is smoke

They see the extravagance and grandeur of the RISING smoke but what they don’t see is how that fire has fought to stay alive…
What they don’t see is the emotion that’s gone into the motion and path of the flame. What they don’t see is the courage, fearlessness and sacrifice made when having to find fuel at a pace synchronous to the rapidity of a howling wind. They don’t see the ability to sustain momentum and to find new places to “put yourself in” when everything is striving to “put you out” as passion, power or intelligence. Instead they find comfort in seeing it as an unfair advantage, an elemental privilege. A Privilege that you’ll forever be held against. (Ironically though; the heat and light of which they love to share but the energy required to sustain they’re reluctant to contribute)
They choose to see the zealous consumption of opportunity as greed and so they pray for the rain to end the fires reign. But what they don’t realize is that the fire burns for the rain. Because it’s only after it rains that you see what the fire has been working for all this time. It’s only after it rains that you get to see the beauty in the sacrifice and the ascension of purpose, and how that purpose has created more than what it could ever have destroyed….

Game time

It’s a game of time this life and we’re all forced to play by its rule. The question is, with whom do you decide to play?

You play with the person, the people, who have the power and the ability to bend the rules of time and add a pulse and a heart beat to its rhythm. They’ll make your time stand still, they’ll make your mind see time years forward and sometimes they’ll even make you wish you could turn it back. They’ll be the ones that you’ll forever measure and gauge time against, the quality of which cannot be counted by hands rotated, but by lifetimes that must have been lived before now, and the certainty that your connection will carry you through to lifetimes hereafter…..