Archive for Nature (the source)

Inspiration and A Hard Day’s Work

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Upcoming…

  • Inspiration and Mood Setting
  • Outdoors
  • Suburban Ideals
  • Good Ol’ Fashioned Hard Day’s Work
  • Going With the Day

Author’s Note…

  • This is a short piece that I am including to display the nature of my day-to-day life as a suburbanite, parent and partner. You will also get a glimpse (very small scale) of my drive to seek adventure and go for the unknown in each day.

Instincts and going for it. It has worked so far this morning and afternoon (also the day of Ryland’s 11th month). After an inspired writing session fueled by Grapefruit Sculpin and ambiance and by incense and psychedelic music, I rushed outdoors just having dodged the rain to start to unbury my backyard from the overly earthy attack of overgrown shrubbery and weeds- in a place like Bartlett Illinois, we must be seen as having the scarlet letter for how we maintain- or in this case do not maintain our yard. Two (now three)out there neo-hippieesque souls swimming an endless sea of cookie cutter, drones of well to-do cogs in the suburban idealism wheel- we need to get out- get back to the land and live in the mountains. We are out of place here and it goes well beyond our unkempt yard, peeling house paint, untrained dogs, lack of interest in playing the “hey how are you doing neighbor”, it is partially these things, but more- deeper- it is our outlook, our beliefs, our passions, our goals, our dreams…and our disgust for all things expected and cookie cutter. Having cleared my yard the best I can in an hour or so time frame I return indoors, shirt sweated, mud streaks cast about shoes and socks drenched with stagnant remnants of the day’s monsoons we have gotten. It is in this moment I feel a sense of pride. First for having accomplished a chore, it was overdue, but there is also something primordial, earthy, basic, savage, and manly about working in the yard, using tools, sweating, lifting stone. I am man in this moment. A quick shower washes away the glory and I am back down to modern era, the alpha brute stomping through the mud washed away swirling down the shower drain. I call my dad to see if he wants to grab lunch. The plans seem initially foiled by the fact that my dad is amidst a chain of to-dos hoping from place to place and is catching lunch nearly a half hour away from me. We end the conversation as we will meet up some time soon, but then I think, hell, why not now? I text my dad that I will be driving out to him to meet for lunch. The long and short of it is a great adventure of time with my dad, including some great finds for Ryland at a local thrift store and some more than decent food. Post lunch I head out looking for my next stop to write, and here we are, beer in hand.

 

Looking Back…

  • The mood and atmosphere is critical to the creative day
  • So is the willingness to break routine and go for it

Days of Freedom

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  • Short blurb on days I am free to do nothing but write

 

Inspiration. These days are key for me- the days I am free to explore, free to create. No have-to-dos. No responsibility. For the day, my duties as a father, husband, and (until recently) corporate cog are vapor. I exist only as an artist, writer, explorer and seeker of my truth. Each day like this is different, but there are some reoccurring elements. Outdoors, getting back in touch with nature- the harmony between myself as an individual, as well as the unifying truth of the ultimate reality. Freedom- I may plan out where to start   for breakfast, where I will take an afternoon walk, and perhaps where to catch a good drink, but overall, time constraints disappear, freedom to change, alter, take a quick turn to a new location, constitute those days. It is this freedom that helps fuel my creative spirit. Beer- right or wrong, booze has fueled the creative spirit throughout time- I am no exception.

What makes up a great day of creativity? Inspiration. Inspiration and an openness to the little gifts life will sneak up and give us each day.

 

Looking Back…

  • The writer needs time, space and freedom to explore themselves, explore the world, and to write

Ancient Rock

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Upcoming…

  • Micro Detail
  • Man vs. Nature
  • Advancement of Society

Author’s Note…

I was at a local coffee shop, very trendy, very artsy boutique observing their fireplace when I wrote this.

 

A solid brick base, greys and whites, intertwined with dashes of red, not fire engine red, but red like the windblown sands of a lost desert on a Navajo reservation- earthy- ancient- true. The sharp corners imposing and solid, as they turn up to what becomes a rather disappointing commercial fireplace unit. The gaudy black metal, the manufacturers brand stamped on the side, and in the most disheartening piece (to this nature loving simplistic soul) is the obviously fake (ceramic?) firewood bundle…sad. Sad that such a majestic structure of rock and naturalistic elegance can be constructed and raped of its pure elegance by man’s creation. but, by in large, that is what we do. We try to improve upon nature, try to control it, own it and make it suit our needs. It is our perversion. More metal, more houses, bigger cars, put a mall there, build a restaurant over there, drop an office complex here…and all the while we forgo the beauty that is present and has been present since the beginning (no beginning)- we forgo it and instead have trained our eyes to see it as a roadblock, an obstacle, or worse, we do not see it at all. I am reminded of this unfortunate duality by this fireplace. I am reminded that nature is the ultimate truth and everything else is a bastardization we justify in the spirit of progress and improvement.

Stay strong ancient rock.

Stay strong, you will outlast us all…

 

Looking Back…

  • Perfect beauty is in nature
  • Man in the name of advancement has corrupted that