Monday, 17 September 2012

The Difference


“Nothing ever goes away until it has taught us what we need to know.” ~Pema Chodron

There is a big difference between “standing up” and “teaming up”.  First of all, there is no such thing as “sides” and thus “taking sides” or choosing a side in any matter.  There is only life and living it.  There is right and there is wrong; there is good and there is bad; there is freedom and there is enslavement; there is consciousness and there is delusion.   There is standing up for what is right and choosing to live freely and peacefully, and then there is blindly going along with the more forceful (seemingly “stronger”) opinion of another or others.  If I choose to do something that a million other people are already doing, it does not mean that I am “joining” them in their endeavors.  What it means is that I am doing what I want for my reasons and there just happens to be a million others who have this in common with me.   I am reminded here of the movie “the Reader” where  Kate Winslet plays a former Nazi prison guard who is on trial years after the war for her actions during it.  This is one of those movies that delved deep into my psyche where even years later I am still pondering the message in it.  As a guard, she was given orders by her superior to lead the prisoners into the furnace.   Who is the murderer, the superior or the woman doing her job?  Where do we as humans in our brains justify our own actions as if we did not have any choice?  Where does our “employee” have more pull over our actions than our own moral code?  When I could no longer work for my so-called “friend” this past summer she told me I had a “problem with authority” when in fact she is the one who has a “problem with authority”.  Her problem being that she thinks she is the authority, and worse, has authority over me.   It is all perspective; I thought I was working “with” her and she thought I was working “for” her. 

Forgive me as I try my best to puzzle all my thoughts together to create the big picture.

I have gotten to this place in my head and heart where I hold no contempt for any one human being who has come in or out of my life.  I hold no hate, no fear, no judgement, anger, resentment, jealousy… I know this because I have felt all these things in my life one time or another.  I have held onto resentment towards certain people who have deliberately hurt me as far back as my childhood.  I used to pray that it would go away and ponder if it ever would.  I would wonder over and over WHEN it would be that I could finally be free from such past burdens and truly know the meaning of “moving on”.  The simple fact that these bullies and wrong-doers no longer have this emotional hold on me anymore is so fucking awesome.  That I no longer wake in the middle of the night with eyes wide open trying to understand how my first boyfriend used my family, stole money, and mentally fucked with me with such manipulative and controlling behaviour.  Let’s be honest, I still think all the things that he has done is still really incredibly shitty and that there is a way that he could vindicate himself but I am not waiting around for it, I am indifferent towards him. 

For some time, I was still very angry with a big-fat-round-googly-eyed-psycho-bitch bully who tormented me and many others in elementary school.  This girl was hitler-esque in the sense that she was able to even recruit others to do her dirty work.  I will only reminisce on one time now since I am reminded of it in present circumstances.  Grade 6, I went home for lunch, I get back it is the end of recess.  Bully girl gets a few girls to tag along with her and pull me to the side and inform me that there was a vote and the consensus (let’s be honest that word was not used, these girls were dumb as shit) was that I could no longer hang out with the group of friends.  The recess bell rings and I find myself in gym class, trying not to let the sorrow come flooding out, but I did not have the power.  I cried, almost all the girls immediately apologized and claimed that they did not “vote” against me, then who did?  Perhaps, no one even cared, bully bitch just made it seem that way.  Either way that was a pivotal moment in my life that took me down a course of Standing Up for what is right.  I chose at that point, to never be one of those people who would purposely try and knock others down.  And now, in the present I am reminded of the smallest of minds from my childhood resurfacing in adulthood.

“Holding on to anything is like holding on to your breath. You will suffocate. The only way to get anything in the physical universe is by letting go of it. Let go & it will be yours forever.” - Deepak Chopra

After high school was long over, I still had much resentment towards a girl who simulated a friendship with me and all the while had been spreading rumours behind my back.  She did this as an attempt to gain friendship.  The lesson I learned from this, is that only the smallest minds base friendships on talking shit behind others backs.  How about say something nice, or don’t say anything at all?  That is my motto.  Anyway, I spent too much time blaming her for possibly being the reason why I had not seen friends from high school for a very long time.   At first I blamed myself but then when I figured out her manipulation with clear eyes I had her to blame.  On a side note, blaming myself, while unhealthy, is truly the appropriate discourse.  I am a much better friend today than I ever was at 18 or even younger.  Life teaches us so much and I made changes for the better.  Something happened to stop that resentment towards that girl dead in its tracks.  A friend died.  I was shocked and it truly was a slap in the face, that there is so much more to life than stupid moments or people in high school.  I was free at that moment.  I was on the verge of my 25th birthday with no more than perhaps 2 friends in my life.  I left a brutal relationship on my own, knowing that I would be lonely for a while but that I chose freedom over having someone always there for me. 

“Complaining is the brother of blame. It’s an easy excuse to get a little energy while giving away control of our life. It allows us to not be the cause of our creation. It takes us out of self-responsibility.
Do you want to be in charge of your life? Cut out the complaining and look for deeper reasons why things are happening. Seek answers and doors will open.”
-Yehuda Ber

This brings me to reconnecting with many of those people from high school, whom I thought for so long did not give a shit about me.  They welcomed me back with open arms and through them I met the most wonderful people who I have shared so many epic times with.  I miss those people, but I am sure that in time I will get to have those moments again.  I will not shout it out, I will calmly go about my life and live through example.  I have had 2 people this past year try and create the illusion of “sides” and attempt to gather up free-willed humans onto their “side”, for no reason other than their own feelings of rejection.  But like I stated in a previous blog, there is no such thing as rejection.   I have witnessed those who hold the strongest minds; the ones who would never have walked the prisoners into the furnaces, who would have chosen their own death and freedom over imprisonment and murder.  I chose to focus on their will power and the joy it has brought me.

"I shall choose friends among men, but neither slaves nor masters. And I shall choose only such as please me, and them I shall love and respect, but neither command nor obey. And we shall join our hands when we wish, or walk alone when we so desire." | Anthem

While I was travelling in Europe, and outside of the “circle”, I had too many moments of being overcome with anger and resentment towards the events of the past 2 years.  Mostly these depressing feelings only came forth when they were triggered.  I would find my peace of mind and then be brutally reminded and be “punched back into the dead spot”.  The final straw occurred my first morning in Berlin where I was couchsurfing at Oz’s.  He had a computer, so when I awoke in the morning (after sleeping in my own room for the first time in months!) I turned to the interweb.  Too many stupid and hurtful words shot at me.  The only reason this was able to happen was because this person still had the honour of being privy to my life in a nutshell.  My spirit was wounded once again, and I looked within for an answer to help myself recover.  I asked myself, “what would my doctor advise me to do?”  He would tell me to cut this person out of my life, simple as that.  If that person cannot write to me then they do not have the power to break me down again.  Every time he has apologized in the past, I let him back in and trusted again which then gave him the power to knock me down again.  I chose never again.


“When our actions create discord in another person, we, ourselves, in this lifetime or another, will feel that discord. Likewise, if our actions create harmony and empowerment in another, we also come to feel that harmony and empowerment.”
-Gary Zukav

That night, Oz takes me out to show me a bit of Berlin.  He immediately sees a change in my demeanor from the night before.  I could sense his struggle with trying to cheer me up and I was feeling bad for him and trying my best to be cheerful.  Over drinks and an awkward silence, he asks “what is your most embarrassing moment?”  My heart sinks.  The last thing I want to do is bring that up because it is truly fucking embarrassing to the bone.  He sees my head go down, does the “oh shit” look, and I say “do you really wanna hear that?  Cuz it’s not a ‘shit my pants in public’ story anymore…”  And YES I would rather shit myself in public than have the person who claims to love me more than anyone else in this world belittle and ridicule me in front of a whole room of peers.  At this time, I will not allow the emotions to come forth that such a story could arouse.  Instead, I breathe.  I have the power to think about what is positive instead.  This is why none of these people truly do not have a hold on me anymore.  Within seconds I can healthily reject negative thoughts.  How?  Well, for one, I have a homemade pizza with pineapple and bacon just fresh out of the oven.  Also, because I have season 5 of True Blood ready to be caught up on.  My dog is so cute.  The music is so calming.  The sun, it is setting.  My phone bears a message from my love.

“When you begin to notice your thoughts at the seed level, the next step to transforming your reality is to remind yourself: I am the cause. I can change the thought, I can stop the voice telling me that things are bad. I can decide that things are good.
Listen to the voice in your head. What is it saying to you all day long? If you don’t like it, then stop it. You decide what you think.
You are the chooser!”
-Yehuda Ber

It is true what they say, that we are a product of our thoughts.  Allow for good thoughts to be habit.  Think simply. By simply.  Love Simply.  It is our choice to not let thoughts stray to the negative.  It is not easy at first, but with practice you can catch those negative thoughts and chose to think about something better.

All peace comes from within.  Peace can have so many meanings; peace is whatever brings you peace.  For some it is closure, others it is happiness, or serenity, unity, love… Whatever you call it, know this:  It comes from within.  “Within” is not just a place we delve to through meditation; “within” is also not blaming others or expecting another to fix you.  “Fix” being to apologize or return what was stolen, etc. People do not have the power to fix each other.  One must know that only they hold the key, within, to be at peace with the universe.

Back to the question brought forth by “the Reader”; how do we as humans rationalize such behaviour? How do we manipulate our minds into thinking that what is clearly wrong be made right because we are told to do so by some force or another?  All my life I have pondered which path to chose.  To stand up or sit down.  I have finally made my choice.  After all, “It was Edmund burke who once said that the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing… Lesson: If you put your trust in evil men, they will commit evil right before your very eyes; and you will be an accomplice to that evil because being passive, is the same thing as being agreeable...” (excerpt from an inspiring friend)

Thursday, 6 September 2012

End of Summer Closing Remarks


When the world seems heavier and filled with troubles, remember about patience and timing. Everything comes when it must come. A life cannot be rushed.

dr. brian weiss



Aug 30, 2012

It is damn windy on the beach today.  Today is my last real beach day of the summer in Port Dover.  A real beach day to me is a day where I am alone.  Growing up I had always only ever gone to the beach with my family or friends.  It is most commonly seen as a group outing where clearly it is more fun to have at least one other person to talk to, share drinks, swim with and it is absolutely necessary when throwing a Frisbee.  When I am alone it is a definite me party, the Muppets coin things best.  When I am alone I have such a wonderful eternal reflection that I need so much.  My life has had a lot of stuff going on in it and I need to be alone to think, stare, write, draw, listen... at least once a week as the bare minimum.  For me, the beach is the most ideal place for this. I have the sun shining on my heavedly sunscreened body.  The breeze and waves offer such calmness today.   I don’t really feel the urge to go swimming because the water has gotten so gross lately. I hung out for a bit at the beach last evening as well, not to swim because it was later in the evening, but to just enjoy the scenery and read, write, and draw.  It was a beautiful late day.  I drew a picture to preserve the ever-changing beach line (sand to water separation).  In the last two months, drastic changes have occurred on the beach line.  More changes than I’ve seen in my entire life of visiting this beach.  It has always been soft and sandy everywhere and even was a few weeks ago; now there is a strip of ooey-gooey-gross-squish-in-your-toes muck in the water that runs about 10 ft. long.  You can avoid it by swimming over it to get to the next sand bar <that which I did when I eventually gave in and submerged into the cool waves>.  It amazes me to wonder how the goo is only in one spot, stuck in the same spot along the beach, somehow the waves must have brought it in and got it stuck there.



On another note, we saw an alien planet (or ship) one late late night on the beach in the night sky.  Shit was googled and apps specializing in stars and planets were used to figure this bright light out.  It is a mystery and there are a handful of people who saw it and know it to be real.  No one was scared.  I was scared at some past time of extra-terrestrial stuff, especially after watching the 4th kind.  After inward insight and strange dreams I have decided to have faith that the aliens are out for our best interest, or more importantly the planets, which is our best interest anyway, same thing.



I have been living in Dover for 2 months, and I have truly enjoyed all the new experiences and people I’ve met during this time.  I have beyond made better bonds this year than last year.  I feel so much happier when strong personalities don’t tug on my life strings.  I have done something this past year that I have not done in a long while, I stood up to two big forces that were draining me bit by bit.  I could never have participated in the festivals, that I sold my stuff at this summer, last summer.  The one force would have been a big fat whiney baby about where my time was spent and how much of it was on his time, which of course is the means to all ends fa la la dee dah!  I LOVE BEING FREE!  Last summer there were many occasions on most weekends where I wanted to do what I wanted, even if what I wanted was to just enjoy my time on my front porch chatting with Finnegan, but he absolutely and unequivocally demanded my time and my presence.  No care for what I wanted or needed, and too much care for his plans and wellbeing.  Week nights had the second force using up all my time.  I made decent friends but her presence over took my small voice.  I mean, I’d love to think I can’t be swayed so easily, buy I’m really damn passive and easy-going and will most always falter into peace, love, and understanding. 



This year I had the utmost pleasure to get to know so many different people being able to be open and free and this served to make this just past summer the best ever yet.  I love how things just keep getting better, not perfectGrowing and going forth a little more each and every dayThere is no rush, there never was, there never will be.  While I believe it is good to hold attainable goals for the future, it is most important to enjoy today.  Today I come full circle once again.  Finishing another adventure and off to start a new one.  The last week of June had me walking up and down Main St. handing out flyers to promote the kids camp.  It takes a lot of spunk to walk into every store, introduce myself and promote a theater kids camp.  While doing that I asked myself why I don’t have the sass to do that for my own business?  I came across 13 Reasons, an eclectic store with all Canadian-made jewellery, clothing, soap and everything wonderful.  When I asked the owner if I could leave some flyers behind for the camp I couldn’t help but say, oh hey by the way…  I brought up my clothing line, spoke of the festivals I would be attending and talked about maybe placing some of my pieces in her store.  I planted a seed; I made a contact.  A month later the owner of this store passed through my booth at a festival and her daughter bought a pair of my shorts.  Today I followed up with her, for an hour and a half I showed everything I had and although she didn’t take anything for her store, I am happy with the absolutely fantastic advice she gave me.  I am more than pleased with the outcome of the connection and that I am learning more. 

I have so many new ideas for next year.  The support that I have been shown from family and friends has been overwhelming.  This past summer I have been truly moved by this support system, my friends who believe in me more than I do sometimes, it moves me to wimpy tears.  Damn the man, I am going to keep on trying!


Monday, 20 August 2012

Finding Love

For those days I don't feel like doing much, sometimes rainy, even when it's sunny, I like finding quick blurps on the interweb to inspire and relate to.  Today I found a blog I'm strolling all the way through: 


Highlights


 I even found pictures of graffiti I found around Europe in some of his entries



Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a great deal to love a leaf.
It's ordinary to love the beautiful, but it's beautiful to love the ordinary.  

 His Birthday is Halloween












for my family



And now for a few random images from places unknown...





My Song Lately

Thursday, 16 August 2012

Art in the Park


Why do I do this to myself?  Oh yeah, not too many other options at the moment.  It is hard to find work.  I'm sure folks would judge that I am too picky but things aren't ever that black or white.  I've applied for fucking fast food restaurants when I couldn't find work that could use my actual skill set.  And to my dismay I did not even get a call back, in fact I only got the interview because I sent my resume every week.  When the head of the Taco stand asked why I sent my resume so many times I said because your job posting was still up on the board and I had received not even an acknowledgement that my email was received.  I couldn't even get a call back from all the book stores I applied to, they hire fucking teenagers who probably haven't even read something as basic as 1984. You'd think these companies would want a responsible, educated adult working for them, but hell no.  I hide my portfolio from these types of jobs, heaven for bid they see what I am capable of.  Must I have to pretend like I'm fresh out of high school to obtain a little extra cash?

Back to the question, why do I do this to myself?  Why am I putting myself, my work, my art out there in the public eye once again when I was pretty sure I had bowed out gracefully?  Well, for one:  I have a whole closet (now garage) full off woman's clothing that I made all by hand.  I designed, made the patterns and sewed up every single god damn piece of clothing.  I have rented out booths before, costing me $500-$1000 each time.  Do you think I ever made any of it back?  HELL NO.  So why am I doing this again?  Well, secondly:  Perhaps I made some mistakes the first time around?  A lot of my first designs were created to sell to professional woman, I figured those would be the customers with money and a desire for something original and creative.  For this reason, I am not so proud of my line.  I would not necessarily wear all the clothes I've made so why should I expect others to love them?  Anything that I've made that I designed for myself has sold better than anything I made for the "public".  So I came to the realization that I must stay true to myself.

Back to Basics.  While travelling I was contemplating to no end what I should do, career wise, when I got home.  At the beginning of the trip I concluded that I should move abroad and teach English to kids, which I still would like to do.  But what would I do upon my return?  While travelling I noticed a lot if Individual Style.  People walking the streets in unique clothing.  It was my time in Spain when I really enjoyed the clothes in the stores and ended up purchasing a few new things, to my rucksacks dismay.  The fashions there really spoke to me.  Then while in Berlin, walking through the markets, I reminisced on the booths I used to  run.  However, the folks in Berlin were having way more fun than I ever had at a show in Toronto!  So I started wondering how I could incorporate my original hand crafted clothes (like the fashions in Spain) with my natural recycled style and fun-loving attitude (like the markets in Berlin).

I started my trip in London and ended in London.  I was inspired by the Camden Markets my first week in London and could immediately see myself in a booth selling my stuff.  Also the clothing in London was so my style.  A style I am drawn too.  It is in style.  It can sell.  When I got back to Camden Town 3 months later I walked back through the markets and I realized that I could do this.  That I could add lace to shorts and silk screen Banksy quotes on shirts.  Keep the costs low so at least money won't be coming out of my pocket.  Time is what I have put into this.  I don't want my time to be lost in vain.  Then again, I can't exactly spend every day on the beach anyway.

I am sick of this sad world.  Of how all the manufacturing jobs in Canada are absolutely obsolete.  I cannot fathom how the government did not create any regulations keeping jobs on Canadian soil.  You won't understand until you can't find a job.  It seems like the majority of people either work in retail or at a bank.  This is where I become particular with my work choice.  I can't sell clothing in a retail store!!!  I am an honest person, I would tell the customer they don't need anything in the store.  People have so much clothes they think they need bigger closets to fix the problem.  And none of the products, whether it be clothing or cell phones or fry pans, last as long as they should!  Things are made to break down so that you can buy more.  I cannot even blame consumerism for this.  I blame the people.  I blame every single one of you for contributing to this.  For buying the shit you don't need.  For choosing to eat at an American Chain restaurant where the food is microwaved instead of finding a nice family owned restaurant.  I cannot fathom how our Canadian government did not make any laws against American Big Business coming in and paving over our fields and building a parking lot.  Why can't they just tax the Big Business and give tax breaks to Small Business?  It is sickening to say the least.

I do not like to spend my money frivolously because money does not come easy for me.  Every hour I work serves to cause an ache in my back, neck and wrists.  This is why most consumers don't give a fuck about where their pay check is going, because they don't give a shit about their job.  Because they spend there days jacking off in the wash rooms and complaining about getting up early.  This is how people view their jobs and sadly also how they view love.  People rarely chose a partner because he or she lives up to their highest value, it's their lowest value they go for.  Respect Yourself.  Respect Work.  Respect People.  Make the right choices or watch this world go to shit.  Don't point fingers at the TV or the Internet and don't blame advertisements for "brainwashing you".  It is your choice.  You can shut off the TV.  It's easy.  "Click".  See. Don't buy shit you don't need.  And if you do need or want something support local business and even more important ethical business.  People who pay their workers a decent wage and don't treat their employers like there's some sort of ancient hierarchy going on.  Perhaps I shouldn't talk for if I don't sell anything this weekend I am making WAY less than the children in the sweatshops in the third world countries.  The difference is at least I am making peanuts with wonderful people around me and beautiful scenery that I am more than thankful to be living in.
"None but ourselves can free our minds." - Bob Marley
“The greatest crimes in the world are not committed by people breaking the rules but by people following the rules. It’s people who follow orders that drop bombs and massacre villages” Banksy