If you are going to judge me for being a new ager and write me off, don't read this. I still want your respect.
The Time Is Now, We Are The Ones.
What does this mean to me?
I have been thinking about my "footprint" lately.
The "story" our civilization is acting out each day has been getting me down. It has permeated my existence. I have a tower of white and black topped coffee cups, all 16oz., all formerly filled with an inch of soy, a spoonful of honey, and as of late, a a few big dashes of chocolate. Let's start there.
Chocolate definitely doesn't grow here or our culture would be different. The whole honey bee fiasco as a harbinger for upcoming strife gets me down. Shipped from some field, potentially a monocrop ala monsanto. The trees. Oh the damn trees that I am participating in pulverizing. Those strips of Oregon, shaved like a porn star, with the landing strip along the road as subterfuge. Coffee itself has hunched farmers on its back. And all the oil it takes to and from these interactions.
I have been analyzing my output and by and far, radical change needs to occur in order to speed up the healing cycle. And boy do I ever believe in the healing cycle. I have danced in junkyards, with the excess towering. The simple act of riding a bike required the bicycle to be made. What is the carbon footprint of the tires, the steel manufacturing. I remember as a child, around the mountain from me lay Geneva Steel Factory, and when you would pass the beautiful tip of hill, where hangliders sail colorfully, there you are slapped in the face with dark plumes that colored the sepia sky. I hesitated to breath until I couldn't fight it any longer. What is my waste that makes other things feel this way towards me? I could build a beer can house in my times. Shingle it with cigarette butts.
Yin Yang that thinking my friend.
The tattoo on my arm is a reminder for a Reunion concert with Show Me The Pink and most of all, RAD America. The doers and thinkers and tinkerers. Let's make it in the summer so we can plan another, better one for Dec. 21, 2012. Just to make some more fun propagate and seed this starved world. What about significance and artistry? I have 4 years to come up with a great thesis. Naysayers may take a hike because I am an artist, and I need a dealine in order to perform. It's not "the end of the world" ya'll. Let's just make our square foot totally tighter.
In light of those words, I leave you with some heartfelt lyrics from a RAD American anthem by Show Me The Pink.
Now is the time,
We are the ones to shine.
Your mind your heart your life,
the space you occupy.
You can turn it on inside
and make it fly.
It's buried deep inside,
All you need to do is try.