Traditions and evolving conscience.

There are some traditions, ancient in nature, that may seem cruel and hard to a modern world doing nothing more to procure food than drive a fuel powered vehicle to the store…Which to me makes it quite obvious that this ‘modern’ culture doesn’t really know what is best for everyone with this top down approach to consciousness. I say this because it’s not sustainable if all the billions of people lived that way.

People for ages have sought to separate themselves from that harshness that can come from tradition. The world is changing very fast though and obliterating traditions in a rush to make everyone represent values that are not for all seems destructive in the name of a progress that isn’t always progressive when it dampens the spirit of those that feel differently.  Just because something works for one person does not mean it works for another.  This argument is usually used against more conservative traditions but is equally righteous when families want the freedom to be in community in a way that isn’t always tolerant to modern thought. While traditions should not ignore the evolution of consciousness, the evolution of consciousness is deeper than the speedy change in mentality that many progressives try to force upon everyone just because they feel that their way is better or more enlightened. While stereotyping is vulgar, political correctness seems to be used in the same spirit.  Is this the grey area that we should concentrate our respect towards?

The ancient tale of the hero’s journey comes to mind.

Dare I say that Nelson Mandela’s story is a courageous example of the hero’s journey. It is told that he was to marry into the tribe where he was born and to live there with that community.  He wanted something different so he left to seek a way of life that he perhaps could feel more authentic about, perhaps he knew he had something more to do. In his bravery he changed the world and re-wrote history for many that got stuck in that grey area of not being allowed to seek an authentic life.

I wonder about those he left behind, what world do they belong to?

As the modern world changes and people create new community based on very different circumstances will we remember what a man like Mandela came from? Are they holding on to something important?

I like studying the emotional life of whale pods. They really stick together naturally.

neutral has meaning here.

i think it is great when policies are watched, when people care about them being created and think them through to the ends.  also keeping them as simple as possible. communications policy is a place for thinkers for sure. there is always an open door for creating opportunities in ways that create light and positivity if we allow. it could be taken as foolishness to do so as the cynicism runs deep but it is also, i think, hopeful and i would enjoy if i could help keep a positive way alive. i feel that the netherlands, in making a statement for innovative communication, keeps those communications far, far reaching. open, noticed by anyone who finds the connection. good decision making is so huge and communication lines closing feels unnatural and if too much power is held over the decisions… how could we think for ourselves? everyone is different. i listen.

ars article, netherlands becomes worlds second net neutrality country.

i would rather not give in to conspiracy or media/ice-sheet-darkness. of course one does not want to be ignorant of happenings but we cannot see or know everything. i relate to the indigenous way of living with nature, starting close and staying close to ancestors, family, neighbors, or those relations that are born of like-mindedness (which is easier to bring into touch through open communication). real people with real stories. not so much at the at0mic speed or time, cut and ticking on to something only based on a concept of order.  unless that power is of the most dire need.

could that condensed reality really be necessary to harness?

perhaps, perhaps not but the statistics and even recorded history correlate with the necessity, that power, being a part of how humans have reacted in the past, not just one name of one person, is showing an important pattern.  names seem to become symbols of what is made into a seeming scape goat for bad behavior.

later the symbol becomes another name and the game of not connecting the dots continues the chase of who to blame.  blame a name, very distracting indeed.

even rabbit guides

don’t go fast as light.

the cat would have pointed out

it’s not a chase.

the magic is not

insisting on seeing the spark or pointing it out

compressing it to it’s limit.

rather letting it be

movement and light.

i’ve learned from some that good decision making starts early and when compressed too much, can get hot.  Too much heat and you have a meltdown. To little and you never have a spark. But what is the baseline?

It’s all connected.

here is a picture of spiko creating cool shadows.

spiko frame

Archaic values.

I have found that I relate to Gary Snyder’s way.  So completely that I cannot put what I really mean into words.  His sense of balance and freedom, his sense for sophistication necessarily being deeply rooted in nature. He softly reminds me of the importance of genuine connection in this world and to stay true to the integrity of that connection.

I find his way so free of control values that I think his words mean something different to everyone depending on where their home is.  Just reading this small excerpt from The Practice of the Wild revives in me the importance of what I sense to be devalued in modern society,  “Learning the birds and the flowers is not just high school science or nature study – it’s local etiquette.  It’s rude not to know your neighbors, you know?”

My appreciation of Snyder’s work is currently elevated to reverence. I see my own thinking in his words.

“Some folks hold that everything is a social construction, and I add that society is a natural construction, including the industrial and the toxic.” Gary Snyder from The Art of Poetry Number 47The Paris Review

“As a poet I hold the most archaic values on earth . . . the fertility of the soil, the magic of animals, the power-vision in solitude, the terrifying initiation and rebirth, the love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe. I try to hold both history and the wilderness in mind, that my poems may approach the true measure of things and stand against the unbalance and ignorance of our times.” ~Gary Snyder


An interview of Shepard Fairey and Mike Miller discussing their collaborative Easy E tribute piece.

What strikes you most about Easy E’s involvement between the battle of free speech and obscenity?

SF: Freedom of speech is really, really important, so ya know…  the idea of obscenity to me… I can’t even relate to that concept because if it can happen in the real world then it can’t be obscene, obscene would be about something that couldn’t happen, so violent that it’s not possible.  But human beings are capable of a lot, so just reporting on what human beings have done is never going to be obscene.  There’s a debate about whether it’s glorifying or not…  I think people are sophisticated enough to see the difference between license people take creatively and what they are encouraging.  But yeah, I may not want my seven year old listening to NWA but I still think that NWA and Easy E have every right to produce the work they produce.

MM: To touch on what Shepard said… All they did was to explain how the streets were…  There were strawberries in every neighborhood.  Everything that was going on in their music was directly from the streets…  They didn’t make up what was going on in the lyrics, it was just the truth.

Link to the Shepard Fairey, Mike MIller discussion.

Influenced by the exploration of applications.

Such an amazing part of the world. It takes me a long time to get a sense of place and honestly I haven’t yet found my place but living in Albuquerque has been an interesting experience. I could see myself living a long time in this land of enchanting colors and friendly encounters. I am often astounded at the beauty of nature in such a arid environment. This shot frames the sand hill cranes coming to winter along the Rio Grande.