Showing posts with label manifesto. Show all posts
Showing posts with label manifesto. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

A Manifesto For the FU&%ing Middle.



This post was originally published in a different site of mine, but I thought I'd share here too. Short story is this: I meditate. I meditate every day. I haven't missed a day in over a year.
Strange things happen all the time. Ask anyone who knows me. ALL. THE. TIME, so I keep "Medijournals." Literally...I have about eight filled with my daily gratitude lists, love and light recipients...etc. ( see below pics.) 
Yesterday, sitting in my little serenity spot, I wrote the following, by hand, in the journal (see other pic) in about eight minutes.
 I'm not sure what I was on about, but I agree with me. I think. So there it is. The illustration above it was something Id started as a pastel underpainting that morning. My motivational speech to....ME? Meh. I like it. 
Note: Any "Clunky paragraphs," misspellings, missing commas, or awkward commas are the fault of Brent Jenkins. Thank you. 
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We, I, you, the whole (thing), is fusing back in anti-Pangaea style. Pulled by the subconscious ocean of love, acceptance, truth and the loudening whispers of the general good that exists in the world.
We are the dreamers and the doers. The “don’t hate “ and “don’t take yourself so seriously, dude.” –type of “middle.” We, the ones who “ask to gain wisdom; but don’t preach for ‘follows” know that likes are a lonely barometer in a quite world of text, pings and insta-things.
Give OF yourself again, or… for the first time. GIVE a little in all this indulgent, bat-shit receiving.
Lean forward to your next “now” which is shared here- with me, us, all. Now is given to none of the elite or special, but allowed for each of us like time and money. Lean over and belly flop, swan dive or fall, fast into an open invitation from the universe that is letting you be WHO YOU REALLY ARE.
Risk the rebellion ripple. 
Risk the heart-stuff spilling. 
Risk the meaningless muse of “embarrassment” and “Also-ran” mentality in fear of losing. What if you don’t lose? Better yet, what if you WINbut on your terms, according to YOU?
How can anyone truly worry about the thoughts of a collective that’s cracked out on corn sugar, cunning politics, computers and the cold confusing anti-consciousness that looks like an energetic moving sleep-walkway?
Are we just too “busy” non-collaborating, self-congratulating and posting our false feats to social media as a judge and jury of hypocritical adults? These same adults, the meanest of which, are each hiding his own inner-child.
A “child” in them that is hidden but riddled with original hurts and therefore can’t truly see themselves because criticism distracts us while we are diligently amassing transient tokens to prove something. Others are feverishly manufacturing photos instead of creating experiences to heal and acknowledge a vulnerability that strangely, is possessed, by each and every other human on earth!
It’s all too much to ask, I know…Let’s wait for the “right time.” The “right circumstance” or “the right initiative.” Something will be at the end of the tunnel…. a light to illuminate us back to living or a train that this is dumbing down an entire existence, ego or entitlement generation., right? Right. You are right!
That is exactly what I’m talking about.
Scramble to the center. Few at first, but plenty…then…
Find those seeking sincerity, but try not to scowl at them for being so just because you forgot what it looked like. 
Leap into a love of self that is not selfish, but a necessary stepping-stone to raise, build or be a value-add in a family, workplace or society.
Trust yourself.
Believe in you, not in ways of being pious, exclusive and/or pretentious.
Engage in a loving, trusting compassion for all and fucking find some other word for “oneness” so you don’t feel too “esoteric”, “new-age” or “off mainstream.” (God Forbid, what would "they say about you?!)
But then, try it without judging or comparing or sizing up a way to realign more with the empty categories of “cool” some idiot spouted off on a twenty-four hour cable news channel.
Find your fucking fear and hold it in the deepest embrace you can muster.
Walk beside it, come what may, but stand solid and sure-footed In ALL of yourself, the whole shebang exactly AS YOU ARE….
WE ARE. 
THEY ARE. 
HERE and desperately in this moment…you, I, they, we, together.
WE ARE …
The “thing” we’re each waiting for. You are that “thing.”
You feel it and we can reveal it.
No attention-seeking cacophony and stir necessary.
Stand in yourself. 
Stand for something. 
Stand sincere
Stand silent or screaming, 
But know WHO you are.
Believe in betterment. 
 BE, TOGETHER, who we’ve been hoping would come to change us. Be here.
Be now. 
Be the bold Meliorism. Look it up. It’s a word…maybe not on wiki or UD, but it’s in your dictionary.
Love and levity and light and more love,
Sing with me: "It's gonna take a lotta looooo-vvvvveeee...."
Lulu.
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"Shimmer with a smile. Life is hard, bloom anyway."



Friday, July 3, 2015

A Manifesto for the "Gypsy-Souled" Woman. ( Even the one's who are just a little too scared to admit it.)


Cliches exist for a reason, right? They describe something concisely. I'm admit I must seem to be a bit of a cliche right now, but I laugh because I've never felt more ME. The cliche I fit into is "Divorcee-mid-life-crisis" something or other. Yes, I am getting divorced. Yes, I'm a bit of introvert lately. I don't think it is that strange given the deconstruction of one's life and the immediate need to heal, especially after (and still present) persecution and alienation.

I also have stopped handing out the F*&KS I give. I care about my kids and their well-being as well as people I love in my small, but tight, circle. I've been writing like crazy. Two weeks ago, when the words wouldn't come easily, I started to paint. First watercolor, then acrylic, now I'm obsessed with oil on canvas, and mixed media. I hate rules. I can use wax, jewelry, stones, crystals, quotes I've written and much more. It feels just like life: real things stuck in a medium to live on in a new sense.

People can laugh or pass judgments or try to predict my next move or whatever is fun to talk about, but I think I've just stopped carrying the weight of what I thought I should be, and I just am.
 In a sense, I laugh too, more about how I was trying so hard and it took this long. I've always had this "Weird" or "Mysterious" range of me:

~ I never wear socks or shoes...even in Chicago winter (in the house).
~I used to never wear jewelry, ever.
~I sing, dance, embarrass people with disarming truth on purpose, for sport.
~Historically I have had no filter for what comes out of my mouth.
~I have and always have had, a strange yearning to either pull someone out from their own head, darkness, sadness, or help fix whatever appeared to be hurting them.
~I fashioned myself a mender; a listener and a levity bringer and to every type of person imaginable.
~I can't remember a time I wasn't highly sensitive or wasn't told I "feel too much." or "love too big."
~I most certainly am always battling something I can't explain pulling me to run away, wander and leave it all behind and the grounding beauty in the routines and little brood I've created.  I allow the feeling instead of deny it. It's sanity in my book. I'm scared of people who never think of turning around, heel-stepping into a run and disappearing at least once or twice in life.

BUT...The paradox is that I could also be conniving, lost, restless, manipulative and retreat from people at the first sign of mistrust. I belly danced as a child. (while balancing swords.) I danced to songs in my own head. I am enthralled by debate and negotiations. I have an affinity for magic in the most non-classical sense. I think we all have a smidgen of a gypsy soul.
I'd happily be a gypsy, and I'm certain I probably was one in some other life, but I love nice things too much and my neurosis would cause me to have an app for every public bathroom on my travels.  Yep, another paradox.


I don't need things, but man there are some I really like. iPhones, incredible candles, luxury boutique hotels, for instance. I inhale and get tingles when I smell the starchy-soft smell of fresh cleaned and pressed hotel sheets. I don't like diamonds or wear expensive jewelry, but I adore bangles and energy bracelets and dangling earrings now. I am a complete snob with wine, seating for flights and books.

I absolutely love pretty things, long eyelashes, well kept hair and feminine figures of ALL sizes. (Mostly because my natural body shape is more like that of a twelve year old boy.)
I believe in magic and miracles and enjoy the comforts of nice experiences not labels or pretense.

People have misjudged me my whole life, for better or worse. No one has really figured it out. That makes sense! I am just now, finally letting myself try to form it. So here is to the women out there who (try to) live from heart and soul.

To the iconoclasts who still follow some rules:
To the hippies that buy five dollar coffee: 
To the soignée gypsy souls grounded in grace:

We exists, we are, and I'm not really worried in the least if someone thinks I don't quite fit into any one box or that I am a sellout or a cliche. I know these things to be a good start for me...and so it is my manifesto for living, even just a little, with the Gypsy-Soul singing out. 






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"Shimmer with a smile. Life is hard, bloom anyway."