Showing posts with label mantra. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mantra. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
WORK
work was my mantra today. and work I did. crunched out a lot of things for discovery science center. too many days not working. work is important. remember the lesson of the trail: 8 solid hours a day, gets you where you are going. wake up at sunrise, work honest, have a social lunch, work some more, find a good place to bed down, and relax.
Friday, January 21, 2011
perfect aim vs. perfect shots
more archery practice today.less arrows, more focus.
first shot of the day, mantra: "it's all heart"
[note: my bullseye is painted as a heart]
arrow hits the bullseye, and in one of those freak physics moments, hits so hard that it bounces right off, flying 8+ feet back towards me!
perfect aim, wrong mantra?
shocked, i adjust my mantra: "i want everything"
arrow penetrates deeply, right on edge of bullseye.
a mild smile of satisfaction comes across my face.
final arrow of the day, mantra: "show me some power"
arrow flies, perfect feather spiral, hits straight into center of bullseye, with such force that it goes clean out the back of the target and 30' into the grass. YES.
Perfect Shot.
Forward.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
epiphany / mantra
Yesterday I was feeling suicidal again at work, so I left at 1pm and headed home to hug the children. When I'm with the kids (especially one on one), I can always just revert to my inner child and experience the pure joy of simple being in the Now, a smile, complete spontaneity without consequences, play, natural existence.
To my surprise, the house was completely empty.
To my relief, the house was completely clean.
I went about a little personal cleaning. Since my possessions can now all safely fit in the back of my truck, this is fairly simple. A little laundry here, a few pieces of old mail and file folders there. And then, I rediscovered my costumes and my Miata.
It was about this time my inner voice said "I can do art." It was that simple. And I heard it over and over and over again. And it brought a smile to my face. As I hummed, I remembered my dear old friend Belle, who used to pass out business cards that said in big stenciled letters on the back "ART SAVES LIVES". And then my hum broke into a chant, and soon the chant became a song, and I was singing! It was a wonderful beautiful harmony melody dance of notes, and it brought pure joy to my heart and lungs.
I Can Do Art, ICANDOAT, ICanDoArt, EyeKanDooArt, I CAN DO ART
I wrote on my door of madness, and instead of the robotic entheo-runes, out flowed natural, zen like calligraphic script! The big word said:
ARTIST
Throughout this I ran into little doubt machines, and I summoned my strength and banished them.
My first project, somewhat questionably (doubt machine again? BAH!), will be the manufacture of an art car.
1994 Mazda MX-5 Miata >>> Transforma! >>> The Mach 5
I got out the BEASTdrill (an old 1950s direct drive 1/2" drill that puts any modern machine to shame), throwing blue sparks everywhere, and drilled out the last stubborn stuck bolt holding the passenger seat to the chassis. I now have a pristine Miata, new roof, no seats, ready for mod.
My awesome grounded Georgia neighbor Hugh came over later that night and we surveyed the car for like 30 minutes, comparing it against my c. 1988 Fujimako MX-5 model car kit, mapping out the mods. Playa ready by 2009. Let the art begin! :)
To my surprise, the house was completely empty.
To my relief, the house was completely clean.
I went about a little personal cleaning. Since my possessions can now all safely fit in the back of my truck, this is fairly simple. A little laundry here, a few pieces of old mail and file folders there. And then, I rediscovered my costumes and my Miata.
It was about this time my inner voice said "I can do art." It was that simple. And I heard it over and over and over again. And it brought a smile to my face. As I hummed, I remembered my dear old friend Belle, who used to pass out business cards that said in big stenciled letters on the back "ART SAVES LIVES". And then my hum broke into a chant, and soon the chant became a song, and I was singing! It was a wonderful beautiful harmony melody dance of notes, and it brought pure joy to my heart and lungs.
I Can Do Art, ICANDOAT, ICanDoArt, EyeKanDooArt, I CAN DO ART
I wrote on my door of madness, and instead of the robotic entheo-runes, out flowed natural, zen like calligraphic script! The big word said:
ARTIST
Throughout this I ran into little doubt machines, and I summoned my strength and banished them.
My first project, somewhat questionably (doubt machine again? BAH!), will be the manufacture of an art car.
1994 Mazda MX-5 Miata >>> Transforma! >>> The Mach 5
I got out the BEASTdrill (an old 1950s direct drive 1/2" drill that puts any modern machine to shame), throwing blue sparks everywhere, and drilled out the last stubborn stuck bolt holding the passenger seat to the chassis. I now have a pristine Miata, new roof, no seats, ready for mod.
My awesome grounded Georgia neighbor Hugh came over later that night and we surveyed the car for like 30 minutes, comparing it against my c. 1988 Fujimako MX-5 model car kit, mapping out the mods. Playa ready by 2009. Let the art begin! :)
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