Tag Archives: thoughts

Be where

22 Jun

you’re the most YOU.

The day is a 

22 Jun

story of stories.  Even, and especially, what you think is insignificant is tremendously valuable and promising.  Right now, I’m having an iced coffee, sitting at one of those small square tables at the Hopper Starbucks.  The significance?  I’m collecting myself, my thoughts and my character, ideas and swimming, skipping in possibilities.  I’m alive–  Better, I’m mentally alive.  All the possibilities can be brought to actuality.  Which do I want?  Why not all?  Why not treat yourself to everything you want?

Be tireless.  Use and mold every moment to be your own.  The story and all the stories within it, like RIGHT NOW, are yours… are valuable, are more than enough to get you where you want to be.

Enjoy your day.  Be creative, happy, and free.

-Mike

To want something is

21 May

humorous.  To be demonstrative of hunger and pursuit and actually acquire is worthy of study.  Be your professor, a student of your Self– study your habits and actions, enjoy your strengths and follies.  Everything is meant to come together for us.  We merely have to be more perceptive of our innate promise.  Do not want or wish.  Hungry, pursue, and establish your echo.

On the first page of Dharma Bums,

12 Apr

the narrator mentions how “Charlie Parker’d been mad and relaxed back to normal health…” Further into this book we read, it should be brought up, or at least entertained if these characters’ habits and modes are “healthy”.  I argue they are, in the short-term.  Searching and searching…. Search is necessitated in finding purpose.  The wander is part of the equation.  But, there should be at least mild awareness of what you want, what kind of destination you hope to reach.  As characters with rich and curious souls, they are anything but “bums”.  They are travelers, students, seekers.  The order is in their search.  There’s the trust of the stranger, the enjoyment of the stranger, the kindness toward the stranger.  This is entirely healthy.  Not just in the civil attributes, but with the openness of soul.  The way Ray asks the thin old little bum to watch his pack while he hops off to fetch some wine, then later offering him some bread and cheese to pair with his sardines.  This is kindness.  This is healthy.

And, on the note of being “relaxed”, as readers we can only feel relaxed on this Buddhist-born journey and intention to intensify a sense of Personhood.  Kerouac urges us to be a ‘crazy dumbsaint of the mind’.  And, of those around us.  It’s health, to be around others.  And it’s even healthier to learn from them.  Kerouac even confesses himself in Big Sur that he went mad in just three weeks of being by himself.  He pained for his gang back home.  This book shows us healing, health, exploring, how to avoid the humdrum pattern of regularity.  But, we also see that we need a peak to shoot for.  These travels disclose a certain edginess, that can only be rewarding for us as the readers, and surveyors of his thoughts.

Even at the gas station,

17 Mar

take time to think.

Collect yourself.

Meditate.

Write in your head.

note—

16 Mar

Being a student is always.  We’re always students.  Of ourselves, of the world around us, of the moment we’re in right now.  Of everything.  Not only do we need to record our moments and understandings, but we need to study how we react.  To everything.  “Who you are speaks so loudly I can’t hear what you’re saying.” Emerson said.  When you’re a forever-student, you will be seen by others and by yourself as a figure of learning, of knowledge addiction.  And be this, always.  Learning.  Student-oriented.  And, others around you will learn from this eternally matriculated You.  See every day as a class session, every week as a semester, ever year as a degree program.  Learn from follies and forwards.  There’s a gem in everything.  Everything.  But, you have to actuate the student’s tendencies and scope.  So, do.

Prompt—

11 Feb

Sylvia Plath used her own story, her own life, as the nucleus of her creativity.  She knew her own story, her character, but she still had her struggles with it till her last day.  How well do you know yourself?  If the caterpillar in Wonderland asked you, “WHO ARE YOU?”, would you have an answer?  And if so, where would you start in telling your story or even providing some short, encased description?  This question is something that all writers, students, anyone claiming to be mentally alive, should pose to themselves.  And, repeatedly so the understanding is an understanding firm, and always reinforcing identity.  And, freedom.

So…. YOU, are whom?

What is YOUR story?