#sundaymorningstory 1.8.12

Bairnsdale Australia 1.8.12

I was once a drop on a piece of glass, looking out over the textures of this world. They took me from the earth and created this shape to keep those inside of houses warm. Thing is, I’ve jumped all the way from the sky in hopes on landing on just one of the leaves and sliding slowly into the soul. Then, I would have done something with my live, other than evaporate on yet another human0made invention. Perhaps I’ll be given another chance to drop.

Elvenden, Norfolk, UK 1.8.12

See, here, I’ve missed my chance at the grass. Came back and this time, I’m on the other side of the world where it’s not the right season to drop. I supposed other objects may feel this way during moments of all their lives – when they can see how others are falling and moving and wish to be them, but we are, always, us. It’s unavoidable. It’s the curse of having eyes to see beyond our horizon, but also that which gives us hope to drop again. We shall you know, because the world itself won’t stop from spinning. Our surroundings cause the drop.

Holmen, Wisconsin 1.8.12

Of course, I could have ended up shooting from a spout and sitting inside of someones glass after spending so much time as potential energy in that pipe. Amazing how these beings have learned so much about transportation and distribution yet they can’t sit still. We are drops of water have been studying them for so long and still can’t understand them. They mix us with salt and let us pour from the corner of their eyes both when they laugh and cry: Perhaps that’s just who they are. I wonder if they know how much of their body’s are made up of drops like us?

Manilla, Philippines 1.8.12

Here they are, evaporated of their dimension and replicated on the back of a door. If you took out the billions of drops of us, they’d perhaps look like this. Strange how they are always trying to replicate themselves in drawings and statues and monuments. What are they searching for? What are the trying to understand? Perhaps one day they will realize the amount of recycling that takes place in the universe and, then, they’ll just live and wait to see where they drop. Probably not: They have not patience, but that’s what makes them human.

Forest Park, St. Louis 1.10.12

There, in the distance between the arches, you can see where I’ve landed here. Salty. Perhaps many of the humans bent over a large hole and cried and laughed for hours to fill it. Above, there is something trying to warm the water. Over time, the time of this day, it’s taking many of my friends and comrades away from this collective and redistributing them throughout the planet. For me, I’ll just sit without waiting for a turn: Knowing it’s going to happen takes most of the anxiety away, but I’ve been around the humans for too long not to have some piece of anticipation in my soul. Yes, drops of water do have soul.

Bairnsdale, Australia 1.8.12

There’s my ride. Before I go though, let me take a moment to glance at the road ahead of me. I can’t quite see over the horizon, but I know – I do know that it’s there. What adventures await at my next evaporation I can’t be sure. That’s not the point. For me, I’ll ride this ray skyward and wait to see where I’ll be placed. How random it is where you are placed in this planet: How little control you have over any of it, yet for most of your time down here, you’re searching for that understanding of why you’re even hear. Perhaps it should just be enough that we’re here.

 

#sundaymorningstory 1.1.12

Much props to everyone who took time out of their first look into the new year to send in pics for #sundaymorningstory. If we see through the eyes of the country next to us, we can change the system. Enough of the heavy stuff, let’s start the show!

Sun Prairie, Wisconsin 1.1.12

Here, take this book and make sure you put it all down. Everything. This year we’re going to document everything. There is a change in systems happening. You can feel it. The motions are not done with any enthusiasm anymore – but that’s going to change. We’re going to bring about a new reality here by our belief that the power exists in us. We just need the stamina. The ability no only to see it through, but to make others believe it’s okay to break free. Don’t be worried about the looks they give you – just take this notebook and get it all down. Each of us here, we must have jumped in because we knew something wasn’t working.

Manilla, Philippines 1.1.12

See now, they tried with duplicating who you were with still images – thinking that if you changed mediums, you’d just glance over what was in front of you. Glad you were taking notes in the first place – See the desk in the right-hand corner here – They’ve managed their own notebook to take it all down. Notebooks then took on different shapes and used the geometry that once held is – restrained us – and made it work for our goal. End products are in capturing moments. Thing is, if you notice and look up from your notebook for a moment – you’ll see the window is open here, allowing the light to come in and make the hues just right. Perfection. Still, there is a noise coming from across the ocean..

St. Louis, Missouri 1.2.12

A window in St. Louis answer the echo with its own piece of sunshine. Wishes of peace and other symbols which are well known across each of our traveled paths are hung out so that, we, travelers of the #sundaymorningstory can recognize the safe houses to stop in for a moment and rest. The journey can’t end anytime soon as there are still billions more we must get to open up their shades. It’s okay – we need patience – they can’t possible know that they way to make it safe is to open the doors, not slam them shut. It’s going to take fiction at first to make it happen. Cool.

Holmen, Wisconsin 1.1.12

It’s what I tried to do. What I was created for. Somewhere in Wisconsin, it’s working. There are other like me on your shelves or sitting on a curbside somewhere.

Hamilton, Ontario 1.1.12

The sun moved away, but still we can rest for a moment on this deck up in Ontario. See how quickly we move if we move together. Keys placed in hands of those who travel with us, and now it all begins to unlock. Most of the world is like you, yes you, reading this, I am speaking directly. You have been told from an early age which paths to travel down, but now, as you can see, wherever you turn, you’ll find travelers such as yourself. Even the pieces of rain that are falling are traveling from somewhere – smashing up against windshields of the cars racing by on the highway into the new year with hopes that it will somehow it will be different. It can be. It is. Travel on that windshield – where’s it going?

Madison, Wisconsin 1.1.12

Now I see the rush. Breakfast tables set in Madison – must have been quite a night before to have to absorb so much so quickly. Thanks for having us over – we’ve always found that Wisconsin opens it’s kitchen doors wide and makes plenty for the travelers that might walk through the door. Inside on of the slices of oranges, a seed is screaming out to be excused from the table so that me may meet the rain outside and create life. It’s the season for humans to stay away from the earth and let nature do it’s job. On this side of the world it’s the season, however, when you flip it to..

Brisbane, Australia 1.1.12

..You’ll find the outside a bit more hospitable. You’ll need to make that down in your notebook we gave you from the start: The world itself is round and spinning quickly so you can stay on and keep from floating away. It’s set up for you, not against you. This year, how are you going to work with it. The black dots on the die, without any context, are all the same. It’s only when they’re put in a specific order that they count for anything. You can define their meaning if you want – if you’re so bold to break from your paths this year. Look how far you’ve traveled on the very first day. Have you ever traveled so quickly, so far in your entire life? Don’t be afraid, it’s only your first of 364.

St. James, New York 1.1.12

“Help, we’re in here,” say the red beans, upset because nobody thought to use them in their New Year’s celebration. “All you need to do is unwrap us. We’re not that different from you. Now you’ve seen us. Pay no attention to the piece of meat laying beside us. We’re the nutrition. Can we get a translator please?”

Paris 1.1.12

Now then, here we can just be iconic. Have you ever been before? Me, never. Grew up in Kansas City and only saw this thing up in history books – but now it’s all the more real. Perhaps someone, one of you please, can open that packet of beans and let them loose from the top of this tower when the clock hits 12. Not talking about this clock right here, but of any of them, anywhere in this world. We all experienced that moment separately, but, thanks to the paths you’re walking down, can hear all the chimes at once. The people who have kissed and held each other forever, or kissed and said goodbye forever under these arches are all felt at this moment. All of you have made that emotion possible.

Webstier Hall, New York 1.1.12

Beat drops and everyone looses their minds, which, in a way, is what we’ve been after this entire time. See, the minds you have inside of you may not be entirely yours. Sure, when you were young and played with blocks, you had the ability to define as you wished. Now, most of the days, not today because you’ve taken this journey and have time away from those blocks you’ve walked into, but most days, you don’t jump like this. What if, in the middle of your office tomorrow, you decided to start dancing until someone joined you. What would happen? Here, feel it now, and think about it the next time those florescent monsters are rolling up on your. This is your year. Be a beat junky.

Kenosha, Illinois 1.1.12

Over in Illinois, friends from the times of slam books and first kisses gather together to remind themselves of where it all started. Origins are important – regardless of the paths that we choose on this journey. Wherever the world decides you belong, or where you decide to ride the spinning waves the world provides, those who leaned over that car seat and gave you the energy to keep going are your foundation. Your planet. Now, they belong to all of us. It’s the connection created by your participation in all of this. Experiments become real if you believe. Now ladies, get the hell into that club in New York, they need ya over there.

Burlington, Ontario 1.1.12

What amazing colors that came from the rain that traveled on the windshield over that highway. Falling off the glass and into the soil, it’s amazing how quickly our eyes fill when such blue is introduced to our color spectrum. This year, the color of these petals should stay with you forever. There is no way to get lost in the darkness. Here is your flashlight – your hammer against the system that, really, does not exist. You just think it does. It’s all a celebration.

Melbourne, Australia 1.1.12

What would a New Year’s Day version of #sundaymorningstory be without fireworks? The question now becomes – Why must you only look to the sky when the lights are full and the noise is booming? Will you return to your screens and distraction when walking down the street on the 45th day of the year? Is there is a need to check your cell phone when, at any moment, the world may give you the opportunity to spin with it if you just look up from the distractions that are constantly put in front of you? Take your notebooks with you, this year, it will be more important than ever to take note of it.

#Sundaymorningstory 12.25.11

Wellington, New Zealand 12.25.1

The space in between is the age of not believing in what world’s either of the two in the stand-off believe in. We’re mostly in that world, the non-believing world. Now, with slight breaks from what you’re told is true, perhaps you can see it now. These two are about to disappear from this dimension and find their way back. Will you follow? The little one with the antlers, she knows more than anyone you take directions and orders from on a daily basis. When’s the last time you looked so sure of yourself? Come, take this journey, today.

Bairnsdale, Australia 12.25.11

Good Good. You’ve decided to jump in the ride. Look at your hand out there, tearing down the telephone wires and using the wind as your true form of communication. This road in Australia is familiar. You’ve been on ones like it at some point in your life. That time of day, say, 2 in the afternoon, when you’re usually inside doing what you’re told, looks so different now. You have time to think as the world zooms by. This car is always waiting to pick you up. Even the bracelets that were once on that table in various markets waiting for the wrist to wrap around, are now on an adventure. Can you feel their temperature change as we eat up more and more of the highway?

Ashford, Kent 12.25.11

Here, over in Ashford, the members of this house have all gathered their things and await the car to come and pick the up for a new adventure. The bags being packed below have everyone’s things inside – they usually all fit if you combine them. Everything. Just wait for the car to arrive. Thing is, we can’t expect a car traveling down a road in Australia to be able to jump an ocean without some help from those along for the ride in this last #sundaymorningstory of the year. Is there someone in Australia who might be able to provide a road map through the ocean?

Caloundra, Queensalnd 12.25.11

“Right there is the launching place if you want to make it across the ocean. We’ve disguised is a bit so not everyone will see. Those umbrellas right there are radio transmitters so, if need be, you can let everyone know you’re on the way. We’ve launched a few adventures from here. Just let the ocean carry you. It’s the same as the road – Another place to travel on. We know it’s possible to do. Been happening for centuries. Stand on the edge right there and you’ll know by how the atoms shape themselves into saltwater.”

New York City, NY 12.25.11

Well now, thanks New York. We knew we could count on you for some festivities on this voyage. We guess you figured that since we were off the road and now on the currents of the ocean that there’s be no harm in cracking open a bottle or two and toasting our creations. That’s fine, that’s fine. Plenty for all no doubt. Though, from inside the Sunny D Bottle, the water that had been made into juice – in its voice, you can hear a bit of sadness that it has been harnessed for consumption instead of being allowed to be part of one of the waves of the ocean. Don’t worry though, if it’s all taking place on the planet, then it’s all taking place on the planet. Allow it.

Winthrop Harbor, Illinois 12.25.11

After a long sail, we need a safe place to rest and warm ourselves. Perhaps sober up a bit, that’s important as well if we’re to see the world. Look at this kitchen in Winthrop Harbor. The light that bounces off the walls comes from the smile of this little girl with her pal in her arms. Now, you remember the little one at the start of the story, yes? The one with the antlers standing at the garden. She’s still here, though in different shape. You need to pay attention to them. Remember your Shel Silverstein – those books are bible-like if you let them be and much less violent. “For the Children they know, the place where the sidewalk ends.”

Hamilton, Ontario 12.25.11

Now, this is what happens when they grow out of their antlers and warm socks across the kitchen floor. It’s still possible to maintain that smile – why is it always in a kitchen though around food? There must be something about that sense that overpowers the other 4. She’s showing us all that there is plenty here in Ontario. Come into this kitchen and help ice the rest of the naked cupcakes that need to be covered. It is, after winter  – in this part of the world. Of course, those that came from Australia will be a bit shocked at the change in temperature. It’s okay – shock is worth it at times. In the background, the machine that connects all the roads waits to be used to its fullest extent.

Tokyo, Japan 12.25.11

See now, those travels through the ocean have produced some fine meals for those of us who need to some protein to keep going. Perhaps we should have eaten this before the cupcakes up in Ontario, but we’re redefining order here. That’s fine. There’s no need to rely on tradition for what we need to do. However, it might be interesting to look at the process – At how far we’ve come through all of this. What if we hadn’t found that embarkation point in Australia? What kind of meal would we be having at this moment? You can reach into memories with meals. Right now even, you might be feeling the weight of this travel. Think back and stick your head out the window of the car and let the highway turn into ocean. It might lead you to…

Niagra Falls, Canada 12.25.11

…the end of the rainbow at the bottom of a waterfall. If you’re silent, you can hear everything. The incredible movement of motion smashing into stillness. Constant. Forever. Immortal. We look everywhere except where it makes sense. The water here is a close cousin of the oceans and drinks that have followed us through this adventure. Through all of our adventures. Through the times when life follows us when we dare to grab it. Are there any drinks left over from that bottle in New York? It seems like the right time to reflect. However, not too much – you might miss the little girl with the antlers slipping down the backside of the rainbow and how toward the secret entrance behind the waterfall.

Holmen, Wisconsin 12.25.11

Here! They’ve made you a pass – A magic “W” to get to the other side of the waterfall – You need to hold this up to the sunlight to really expose the message that lives inside. Perhaps it’s the filter for the rainbow – we can’t be sure. You did as we told and brought your copy of “Where the Sidewalk Ends” – Right? I hope so. From this room in Holmen, Wisconsin, the key to it all was created, by hand, for all of us. It’s a pass into that world, which is our world. There’s so much to see still, and you, ALL of YOU, right now, are flying through it. You’ve made it all possible. All of it.

Manilla, Philippines , 12.25.11

Through a window high atop the city of Manilla, a Christmas Tree looks out over the world and wonders if that sound it hears is the crashing of the waterfall or the hum of a motor. Truth is (if there is such thing as truth) that that the sounds are everything, all mashed up together. We’re all mashed-up together. If you sit and do nothing but listen, the distance between you and the sounds of the rest of the world is much less with each moment. We’re all that orchestra – playing off of the created notes of our own reality. That too is created, event the secrets behind the waterfall. Thing is, if you look long enough out this window in the Philippines, you can reach your feet to the ground and walk through…

Portugal, 12.25.11

..the cool, shadowed streets of this block in Portugal. There, you can decide if you’d like to sun your face on the right hand side, or lean against the lamppost that has held up kisses and first loves and last loves and triumphs and tragedy. That’s what lampposts do – Image the music composed from its illumination. There, on the other side of the street, a bus is ready to take you on the next adventure. Above, in a window, there might be a tree looking down or the last drop yet to fall from the faucet, all wondering what their place in all of this motion is. You can help to determine if you so desire. It’s all in your desires. Here, take these with you on your bus ride..

Licoln, UK 12.25.11

These cards have been touched by so many layers of skin, they now rest, mostly retired, in a box made exactly for them. In the background, you can feel the bent spines of the books that have been cracked open for adventure – some even stuffed into backpacks and back pockets – allowed to travel themselves while they take the reader to another world. None of it is fiction because you experience it. You can see the head of the king sticking out, wishing that he was wearing the antlers of the girl instead of the crown of royalty.

#sundaymorningstory 12.18.11

Manilla, Philippines 12.18.11

Outside, they are all gathering. A movement to make you believe that your ways of communication don’t matter at all. That your ability to connect with each other has little to do with what’s “important” – success. Accomplishment. Medals on the walls and big numbers in your bank account. It’s all what we exhaust ourselves for each day, until, you take a few weeks for vacation on some island they’ve carved out for you. Stay inside the gates though, you wouldn’t want to see that price that’s been paid. We must fight though. Beyond protest.

Bondi, Australia 12.18.11

We call on the ocean to understand freedom. It offers up the ability for humans to feel what it’s like to stand between two states of matter. Between two thoughts. Between ourselves and the rest of the universe – and in that space, we may just start to understand what is real.

Tahir Square, Egypt 12.18.11 (Note: this was not taken by the person who sent it in, but the person who sent it in has been in Egypt throughout)

Now then, when you attempt to look at things that you’ve been told don’t matter, and you still don’t back away, the forces with all the power will attempt to not only destroy you, but destroy the hope that may exist in others who are watching you on that shoreline. What is one to do when facing this fear? Connect.

Penhurst, Australia 12.18.11

Know that in other places of the world, youngsters, not all humans, are looking to take a breath in the air that’s left. In the space that we’ve thought to create. Well, not create, but realize what’s there. What’s in front of us. What we could possibly be holding close to our hearts. That slight touch of warmth in the coolness of confrontation. Knowing that there is something at home waiting for us.

Edmonton, Alberta 12.18.11

Humans are strange in the fact that they make, at some point, the houses and realities they truly want not in reality themselves, but in fantasy. Perhaps the hope here is that these perfect houses and trains will be devoured and seep into the blood streams of those who eat them and push everyone into action. Imagine a world where the goal is to create such things for shelter and necessity. Perhaps we’re evolving into this. Perhaps.

Winthrop Harbor, Illinois 12.18.11

The lights on the tree – now this is only if you turn the lights off in the house, can cast a shadow and show you how reflection really works. How illumination is designed. It’s never what’s inside of the packages that has humans running to rip them open, but rather, the fact that someone thought of them enough in the first place. It’s the art of recognition. We’re getting there. We’re learning. It’s all process.

Ashford, Kent 12.18.11

Well now, this is – I’m not sure. How words you write in one place can travel across the globe and exist under arches that were created so many hundreds of years ago – it just shows that they thoughts you have – the ideas you create, can influence others and become real. You just have to push. This is how myths and legends are born. How it all can spill from a pen and bleed into the minds of those who absorb you.

Texas 12.18.11

Here, look at this man, sitting on ledge in Texas. He too was only a story for a few minutes in some writer’s head and now he exists in the minds of children in so many places in the world who believe he comes into their house and leaves them treasures waiting to be devoured. It is myth turned real. Parents playing games so that they too might return to the simple times of reaching for something unwrapped.

Sun Prairie, Wisconsin 12.18.11

Of course, the elements themselves have their own way of gift wrapping. There are no store bought purchases here. Nothing to be returned. Only decomposed and recycled through the onset of time. Us too. We are subject to what happens on the outside of our gingerbread houses. It’s fine to know that we’re not in control of everything. We don’t want to be. Don’t wish to be. Just to be part of it is all we need to realize. We’re not separate at all.

Portugal 12.18.11

The curtains do just enough to keep the light from flooding the room, but our instincts are to turn towards it. To let it soak into our skin. To watch the snow that exists in Wisconsin from a window in Portugal. How is that possible? Well, you are doing it right at this very minute. We are doing it now, together – how does it feel to be part of such a miracle? This, my friends, this portal, was created by humans from the matter that existed inside the earth. All of this technology is just matter mixed with energy. Incredible how we harness it. Humans.

Brisbane, Australia 12.18.11

Now then, there is the little matter called “escape” that humans have discovered as well. Taken what grows from the ground and managed to create a little party. Well, that’s fine. Here in Brisbane, there appears to be more than enough to pass around to each of us participating in the #sundaymorningstory – It’s been a tough one this week. Grab one and sit on the edge of the ocean and enjoy what you’ve created. Perhaps the other humans will take notice.

Madison, Wisconsin 12.18.11

You’ve had your bear, now it’s time to keep wrapping. There are many who need to understand this story around the world. Many windows with shaded light that need to be glanced out at. Many police who have gone the wrong way that need to be convinced. They can’t digest this story uncut. Quickly, wrap it up and package it into fiction or movie or play or puppet show so that they can feel it. Happening. It is happening.

Holmen, Wisconsin 12.18.11

The simple pleasure of a warm foot and a set of understanding hands to rub you just in the right place may be all that’s keeping the world from not dropping bombs on each other. At least it might be a start.

Melbourne, Australia 12.18.11

Here. It’s only half of what we all posses. Take a look now, wherever you are, into the eye of the person next to you. Believe that it can be traveled through and understood. All of the tenderness and love and devotion and fear that exists in all of us is access hear. There is no cure for it all, only understanding. That’s what we’re after here. The knowledge that we’re not alone in any of it. The life is existing for the masses. Take a piece. Grab a beer. Sit on the edge of the ocean with your lambs and presents and believe it can be as you wish.

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#Sundaymorningstory 12.4.11

Melbourne, Australia 12.4.11

We’ve watched together so many times before – it’s incredible that we’re still so amazed. That saltwater is seeping into our skin again – penetration. Shadows are gathering as well to make sure you’re not alone – they want to jump in and swim to the other side of the world, but there’s no way of knowing what side of the world we’re actually on. Perhaps there are no sides, just empty hands waiting to clasp into each other. The fish below the water, for once, are upset at having fins – wanting for just a moment to know what it feels like to hold hands. Remember your first love and that moment when their skin touch yours?

Holmen, Wisconsin 12.4.11

The water on this side of the world doesn’t have those fish swimming around in it’s belly. There is no tickle when matter is frozen in such a way. Everything exists beneath the surface and in front of the mesh of a screen door that won’t feel a welcomed breeze for months. It’s amazing how the wind is looked at during these month. People once waited for it to come and disturb – now there are as many blockades as possible. Still, there is a fireplace somewhere with a blanket that may not be big enough to cover it all. Those hands from Australia can still clasp here.

Manilla 12.4.11

Thing is, that light, has the unique ability to bend regardless of what we do to stop in. Framed in the background, these two lovers can look out over the world and understand that no matter how far they travel, they’ll never develop fins or the ability to survive being frozen, so they fall into each other and watch as different countries take turns translating their love story. Her, in front of the frame, are the pages attempting to do just that. Have you decided to stop and read their words or, perhaps, create your own. You just might be doing both. Here’s the recipe.

Madison, Wisconsin 11.4.11

Ah, on these little cards, it’s been handed down for generations. You won’t find it on a web page or in a Holiday Promo Cookbook on the TV – no. These exist on index cards with little roosters on the side to give it the true flavor. See how delicate the hand that is holding its gold is. This can never be purchased. The handwriting itself is so magnificent. Print. There was touch involved with it all as well – a direct connection between the tool and the person using it. Incredible as it is, there is always room to appreciate how it all gets done. Those individual components. Imagine the hand from Melbourne reaching into the kitchen in Madison to make it all happen. You have it down now.

Winthrop Harbor, Illinois 12.4.11

Snapped for that moment when friends gather and feel not their age, but how locked in time they are – lucky enough to be able to sit and reflect on how much has been lived, and how much life is about to unfold in front of them. So much energy that the camera doesn’t sit still enough to get a clear shot. The story hear is the hand on the shutter button – shaking at the momentum that’s been passed from the Midwest out across the Atlantic and back – through old recipes and new journey’s – There is nothing about nostalgia that should keep us locked in the past.

Tokyo, Japan 12.4.11

Here, we can all gather under the tree for a bit and play the game called catching leaves. They’ve been preparing for this moment for months now. Nobody was watching after they bloomed, but now, just before the fall, they are at their most beautiful. Amazing how we notice beauty during these times. Soon, the sky will be unblocked, and we’ll notice an object more by it’s absence then by its presence. Can you name people you feel like that about. I’m sure you have that ability – their inside your heart – can’t be seen with the eyes. They haven’t fallen from you. No.

Hartland, Wisconsin 12.4.11

There may be, some say at least, a need to stock up. With human needed items. With what’s left in those cupboards and inside those shelves. Each of these items – and I think it’s important to go into your own cupboards and look at what you have – but each of these items were selected by you by either a purpose or an impulse. That’s how were all living. That’s how reason is created. We do it all – in our actions. There is a story behind those water bottles in the bottom right hand corner, just as there is for the vitamin up top. There are there because of need. So are we. So are we.

#SundayMorningstory 11.27.11

Cooroy, Queensland 11.27

For awhile now, there has been talk of getting to the root of all of this. Back in Kansas City, my pops and I would spend hours talking about things. Had no need to reach into my pocket and pull out a phone to check emails or see who commented on what I was doing. Wanted to know about someone? You’d find out when you saw them. Could focus in on more than just this leaf and bug. The lines inside – all paths, are seen over good talks and long looks. People aren’t taking long looks anymore and they’re missing the story. Pops, I’m gonna do what I can to bring it back.

Wintrhop Harbor, Illinois 11.27.11

Every year, we’re fooled a bit by tradition. Into the closet we go to untangle lights and discover old pieces of cloth that are used for this one purpose. Thing is, I get fooled as well and don’t seem to mind. Remember when he gave me my first set of magic markets and told me that I could create a world if I really wanted to. Wanted to pretty bad. In those closed bedroom windows around the world, I wonder if there are still scissors cutting up and out images to be used and repurposed? It’s very human you know to do so. If you think about it. Perhaps this season and these memories allow people to think.

Manilla, Philippines 11.27.11

Here now, we’ve all been in this moment. Cheek against the back of the should holding on to the present. See now, we’re not talking about what’s going to be under the tree. Talking about the moment. You exist in the moment of life. Can you get back to this? Impossible. However, there is still that chance of breath. Of walking meditation. Of simple imprints on time. There is no need to speed up the connections we have with each other. It can all take place at the Kitchen Table.

Ashford UK 11.27.11

Put down your phone and watch these ingredients become a whole. My pops, when he’d come home from work, would sit at this same table and watch as I made him his grilled cheese. All of it coming together in real time. No recipes. No breaks to check pixelated number that vibrated on to tell me someone else mentioned me. The only “Like” we had was the smiles of the first bite. Try it. We can connect through these tastes at the kitchen table.

Madison, Wisconsin 11.27.11

Can hear the tree talking here. Jealous of the decorations that were given to others of it’s kind, but at the same time, pleased to exist in it’s natural state for just a bit more. Smell. Inhale. Your senses might understand what it’s saying. Myself, I’m now lost in looking with my mother for her favorite ornaments that all have a story to them. “Do you remember when we got this? You must have been 10 years old. You asked me if we could take it apart. Why did you always want to take things apart?”

Sydney, Australia 11.27.11

World flipped. Other Side. Even the Bricks are bursting with sunlight. Little red man in the box is telling everyone to stand still, but on the camera that stole the moment is listened. Posters are peeling in the background. Once, they were the work of not only the one who designed, but the one who put them up. Might have been the same. Remember putting up Hello My Name is Stickers in the tunnels of late night San Francisco. Guess everyone wants to make their mark on this crazy planet. Maybe we’re just trying to create our own memories or reflect on those that might be fading.

Portugal 11.27.11

Now then, there are those, and I wasn’t one of them if you really need to know – but there are those who need to get to the bottom of what IS with logic. With studies. With the proper arrangement of thoughts and matter. Wish I would have been that organized from the start. There wouldn’t have been the struggles and conflict that came out of that whole mess with the Zines, but I guess, well, even your mistakes are important. Still, studying out of a book and have a definite answer gives us all some degree of pleasure. Might have to look into that.

Kent, UK 11.27.11

Then again, there are those that exist on the underground for a reason. The light might expose not only themselves, but all the other eyes looking on them. Vampires come in many forms. You’d think they’d be happy under the world like this, but the stones that make up their lair – well, those squares might be struggling to stay together. They are, after all, only individuals put in place by geometry to create a whole. Little pieces cut up to create a final product. I’m after that as well. With all of your pictures, I’m after that. Looking for answers in this textbook of a planet.

Holmen, Wisconsin 11.27.11

Yes. That’s right. Bring up the roots so we can see what’s happening beneath. Forget sometimes that art can make such things as this possible. Recreation of reality is part of humanity. No getting around that. Now then, when you look at those trees in your living room, perhaps there is more to see than the top where you put your favorite start. Perhaps you should be looking at the bottom and think about the roots. Then at the kids gathered around the base of it on the big morning. Are they the very roots of your family starting to show above ground. It all exists. All of it.

Barrie, Ontario 11.27.11

And then, of course, movement is discovered. You, the parent, turn to the spectator. Snapping pictures you’ll show when they bring their kids to your house and sit under the tree. It’s all played out. The hockey rink is so cool you can bundle up and drink that coffee from the concession stand that, although it’s been sitting there for a bit, still provides what you need to keep your eyes open. Remember my parents working so much that they needed that little extra to keep their eyes open to. Do waste the work your eyelids are doing with looks at screens created to distract you. After all, there are games to watch.

 

#Sundaymorningstory 11.20.11

Manila, Philippines 11.20.00

“I’m holding it all together,” said the orange shoe laces that fit so well through the holes of the Nikes. “Thing is, I’ve got fingerprints all over me. Those ones who created me. Who stuffed me into my package, I can’t seem to remove them.”

“Don’t think too much about your past,” replied the floor, doing its best to keep from caving in. “If I were to think about the history that’s walked over me, I’d never concentrate on what’s happening at this moment. I’m holding time. You should think about what you’re holding.”

Halifax, Nova Scotia 11.20.11

“Right. So, ya see – all ya adults out there running around thinking that you’re actually moving somewhere. That ya actually have some control over your reality. It makes no difference what’s inside the box. The “Thing” is really just taking up the space. It’s the space that’s important. Right? Look – see how I fill it? I’m going to the moon. Please, take my hand and I’ll show you. You can even tickle the little foot in the corner.”

Madison, Wisconsin 11.20.11

“it’s toughest for us because, well, we’ve been made so amazing. Humans can’t wait to take us apart, but really, we’re giving them the secret to life right here. If they’d just resist for a moment – resist the need to get at the jelly on the inside and suck the frosting on the outside, and just concentrate on the circle, there might be a chance to pause and understand. Haven’t seen it yet though. They all just come to the window and wish to rip us apart. Might be our fault though for tasting as good as we do.”

Ashford, Kent 11.20.11

“You’ve spoken out of line, you have! You need to come after me – it’s only proper! Now then, we all share this circle here, and it’s underneath what everyone is looking at. Right? We shall see if they recognize the plate at all in their viewings. Again, it’s the holder of the very thing itself and not the thing that often times has the message for everyone to see. Holding these veggies makes it a difficult sell to the children.”

Burlington, Ontario 11.20.11

“All of you with your packages! Here now, come look at what’s going on here. No no! Don’t come closer. Step back. What’s holding me? Not just the ground, understand, but the entire planet. Who’s going to compare their circle to such a piece of Geometry as that? You can’t! There is no piece of advertising that’s going to convey what naturally seeps into your mind. My colors were produced in the one factory that shall never close its doors.”

Winthrop Harbor, Illinois 11.20.11

“So many eyes on my pages. I was once out there as well, nameless in the soil. Then, though painful, I was taken away and marched through machines and turned into something immortal. The words on my page. Ocean. You all read it and think of something different. The time you were with your first lover and you touched that piece of skin that mixed with the salt air and you both sighed in each others arms, taking in the sounds of the birds and waves smashing into each other.”

Sydney, Australia 11.20.11

“I was so lucky. An architect found her soul at the beach and decided to recreate me in its image. For infinity, I allow those in the city to hear the sounds of water rising and recycling itself. Humans, they can’t help but turn around. Mostly they are made up of me, but pay attention only to their skin. Slowly, I might be able to remind them of what exists beneath. Everything beneath is what we really are.”

 

Hoboken, New Jersey 11.20.11

“For me, I’m very confused. See, the folks I see watching me, are looking inside of my glass and circuitry to find themselves. They are praying they see themselves through my projections, but it’s only when I am turned off that their true reflections are ever revealed. The rest of the time, they’re lost in their search. Just like the pastries I saw earlier, it’s what people don’t do that reveals who they are. Perhaps nobody is looking for that. That’s why they can’t find it.”

Tokyo, Japan 11.20.11

“I have a few converts. You know, those who just enjoy sitting on a windowsill and viewing the world. There are a few times a week when someone passing by, usually someone very young or extremely old, bothers to look up from their path and notices me. I can read their minds – Why can’t I be like that? That looks like an amazing life. One day, that’ll be me. I was once like that. I wished hard enough and, then, when I came back this time, I got a sunny spot in the window. It goes like that.”

Texas 11.20.11

“For me, it’s the journey of thought. Campfires used to be enough to create what I produce, but there is this thing humans have called REFINEMENT. They can’t help themselves.”

“Shhh. Stop making such a big deal of it. One of them is about to grab ME and put me up to their lips. Up and down each morning. The rest of the day I just sit, but when the sun moves, I move as well. I dance with these humans and watch their eyes widen and hearts beat. I’m part of their bloodstream. Your invention has given me such life.”

Holman, Wisconsin 11.20.11

“My name is the word IDEAL. I understand the coffee maker above me. Humans are looking for that IDEAL moment for their entire lives. Perhaps in books. On the TV. Movies. Even in others. It’s amazing to me that they have to look for it, because, I think at least, that the IDEAL can only exist in what IS. It’s always the IDEAL moment of change. For movement. You just have to seize it. When you understand that it exists in the now, the possibility presents itself.”

“Stop talking,” said the golden hands. “The humans can’t listen and read at the same time.”

Lincoln, UK 11.20.11

“What do you mean no IDEAL?” said the Royal Flush. “How can you say you can’t go and look for it. This hand of cards just didn’t come to the human by merely waiting for it. They played for it. Waited for the right moment, then jumped at the opportunity. That’s how you do it. You, Golden Hands from above, come and hold me and see if you have any patience whatsoever. Waiting indeed! Go and get it!”

Brisabane, Australia 11.20.11

“Ah. See now. They do understand. Some of them are even creating signposts so the others will follow. Amazing how there is a foot inside this picture, fully grown. I wonder if it’s the same as the little tickler we saw earlier in the right hand corner of the kid with the box in their head. My guess it that all the feet in the world have the same needs and desires. It’s the path they walk that determines the outcome of their stories.”

 

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#sundaymorningstory 11.13.11

Sheffield, England 11.13.11

Over in Sheffield, we’ve turn off the machines for a minute in a an attempt to understand the liquid moving through us. Under what appears to be a think layer of material – skin, we’ve decided that paper is enough to wrap ourselves in this Sunday Morning. We rediscover the sense of texture – of holding production. Our fingernails can be a bit off from the 22 dollar combination mani/pedi. See in the background, the kids with their arms around each other. They’ve been created and are about to be passed around the world. Zines spark off the newest of the #sundaymorningstory – You too should be creating such portals.

Tulsa, Oklahoma 11.13.11

This guy here (Not talking about the humans) has laid down so that he could be created into a different form. All of nature offers themselves up to be part of what is possible. You’re behind your monitor now – never even asking why you don’t have a window. Through those walls, on the other side, exists all of the materials you need to create. We want you two. These youngsters have freed themselves of video games and eye numbing control of computers and discovered that freedom exists with the sound of a fall leaf under the step of a shoes. The water that’s gathered just under the fallen tree has softened the ground just enough, that, if you dig, you’d discover the world beneath. So much exists underground.

Los Angeles, California 11.13.11

We take that softened ground and dive through to Los Angeles, where we’re trapped a bit inside from the Palm trees remaining ever-still in the distance. The handles at the bottom of the window frame are screaming out for us to pull them open – we need air to keep it all going. You’ll have to concentrate to see the entire scene of rooftops, mountains and trees struggling to mirror their friends around the rest of the world who are turning their proper color. To break from reality, a reading device that has caused debate amongst our Zine creators and Digital Progression crowd, lays ready for us to pick up. It would be silly to disregard this technology because it lacks the same texture. Go, reach for it, you might be transported…

Tokyo, Japan 11.13.11

…to Tokyo. Yes, you believed in the unreal for just a moment and you’ve managed to jump through muddy swamps and now through reading devices to make the lines and borders that those in power once drew matter not one bit. You’re believing now. Those first few zines we saw in Sheffield have been an amazing guide book. Don’t wait for others to illuminate a path for you. Walk by the moon on the cover of this book – regardless of if it’s digital, and find the underground. It’s possible. The switch from analog to digital has occurred – but that doesn’t mean that you can’t keep up with both. See, the fact that something exists in the mainstream only means that there is a new creation of an underground. How magnificent.

Baton Rouge, Lousiana 11.13.11

Ah, a kitchen door has swung open in Louisiana. Before you even digest, take a moment to enjoy the taste of the powdered sugar on your tongue. We’ve been jumping from country to country, and you must be hungry. Each bite will nourish you with energy to move forward, but before you do, now that you have time, have you considered the history of each meal you eat? The preparation. The taste. The spices? There was an origin of all of it, and this bite you’re taking right now, is an extension of that time line. You’ve become part of the story itself. Everything is like that – history. Meaning. Now that we can pause, you might allow yourself the moments to contemplate such things.

Ashford, UK 11.13.11

Holding up the footballers (you didn’t think I’d call them soccer players did ya?) are thousands of blades of grass, all working together to support the game. In unity, we can do amazing things. Listen closely, behind the cheers and shouting for teams, you can hear the struggle of the grass to maintain its position. Each week, the groundskeeper drives by and chops off their heads in unison, but they pay it no mind. Onward with growth and purpose. Remember, each element has its own purpose, even the humans who are standing on the chopped off heads of individuals.

Texas 11.13.11

Over in Texas, we can have another look at purpose. Must be exhausting watching all of these humans run around looking for theirs, when this fine fellow just sits on the just warmed floor to keep up with his dream world. Wonder what exists inside that subconscious? Here, look inside: The mumbles of those walking on two legs. They speak into these little black boxes and move their fingers quickly in attempts to communicate. Here, lay down next to these magnificent creature. It’s fine. When’s the last time you napped? This is natural warmth. Natural love. Nature.

San Francisco, California 11.13.11

“What? You want me to lay down with that thing? Why, I lay only with the sun when it comes through this big shape right here. It’s moved earlier in recent weeks, but I don’t mind.” See the lines on the blanket – you may have been looking at the cat, but the lines are stretched out and create a pattern. These you have to look at. Even on the curtains a pattern exists. There isn’t time on a normal day to enjoy such things, but today is anything but normal. We’re talking with cats and dogs – not a thing wrong with that.

Brisbane, Australia 11.13.11

Mirroring the cat in San Francisco, this ‘Roo has decided to look at the camera we keep sharing across the world. Though it’s in possession of so many hands, we’re looking through the same eye. Makes it seem silly to hold anything so close. Thing is here, that if were on our normal pace of the day, we might miss this guy and blend him into the trees in the background. Nature created him like that because it knew we move too quickly to stop. Now that we have, how can we continue with our old pace. Are you writing all of this down? Will you share this journey you’re taking with others who have not learned the secrets?

United Kingdom 11.13.11

It’s strange that humans, if they need to feel something, the have this incredible need to build it in stone in order to fully embrace it. It all exists in nature as well. Guess we all need different portals to reach our understanding. That’s cool. We all travel in our own ways. However, if you take a chance an move towards the windows towards the back, you may find yourself going through a tunnel of colors that will spit you out in…

Melbourne, Australia 11.13.11

..front of a wall done to show how it’s all manifested. Ah, humans, you have that redemption in you. You’ve moved from the screen and now can transform what was once a plain wall into a magnificent creation that changes the day of those who walk by. Graffiti, if done correctly, if the ultimate reality changer. It defies city planners and creates that underground community of artists and communicators that can’t be taught or discovered anywhere but on the streets. Look – check closely and don’t just stroll by – the layers on the dress. Each bead on the arm. Each press of the cap of the spray can. The world became brighter.

Holmen, Wisconsin

From the wall in Australia, the colors melt onto a flying eagle that melts with the glass in Holmen, Wisconsin. The trees outside, not wanting to be left out, switch up colors to complete the scene. There is a rhythm to the world now – we’re creating it. All. From that first zine you decided to pick up because you were tired of the normal forms of media – because you took that chance, the world is changing for you. For us. We’re all contributing. This scene is now static. A combination of what is real in nature and what humans create to replicate it. Finally, we’re getting towards an understanding. A reflection.

Halifax, Nova Scotia 11.13.11

Reflections. From Wisconsin to Nova Scotia, the trees are speaking to one another. You made this happen simply by recognizing that it’s possible. Though, even before you recognized, it was all happening. See the perfection on the left of the screen – the human created line with the bits of nature that have taken their turn and are now waiting for transformation. That transformation might even create commerce for one of the humans. The scene is repeated on the cement of the cities we’ve visited in this #sundaymorningstory, as well as the woods that have help creatures we’ve clapped for. What a show!

Manila, Philippines 11.13.11

Over in Manila, they’re working on this blending of the colors that exists in nature with ourselves. The Tattoo parlors are in the business now of capturing and distributing light, instead of injecting ink. A grand debate takes place on what lasts longer. The rainbow is speaking with the skin and the transcripts of their conversation sound so much like a Charlie Parker saxophone. Put on your record players and you’ll know what we’re talking about. Make no mistake the voice you’re hearing is us.

Winthrop Harbor, Illinois 11.13.11

“Wait. Me. Print! Remember us, please, before you start blending all over the place. Remember that our pages turn and when you turn them you feel the fingerprints of all that have turned before. It’s a connection on the pages that exists. Even the words printing on the page – they belong not just to the writer – The printer – The Person that works the machine – The Driver that Delivers the books – The kid working to unload the books in the back of the store – The person who rings you up. That all exists as well. There is a place for all us. Remember that. We don’t need to only exist above ground.”

Madison, Wisconsin 11.13.11

Here now, take a look at how it all works underground. They’ve been kind enough in Madison to let you into their backyard to see how it all works. Everything inside the bag is what’s happening underground. That’s the root. The essence. You don’t need to reach into the soil and pull it up. It’s enough to know it exists. The Root. The being. The source. We’re looking to get to that, but never have time to stop when it’s in front of us. Perhaps because it’s below us.

“I’m right here, you’re standing on me!”

Romney Marsh, Kent 11.13.11

Sun: “I hope you don’t mind that I rest for a bit. Following this crowd around the planet has been exhausting, but it’s worth it. I’ve started off the day with only heat and gas, and now I have millions of eyes to look through. You’ve created that. All of you. Hope you enjoyed the illumination. It’s what I do to contribute. There are no cameras where I exist. Have you found your purpose yet?”

North Carolina 11.13.11

Now then. We’re here, next to the boy. All lined up and ready to take you on to the next destination. Down here. The cars – yes, you can climb in. You can travel to any place you desire. It’s possible. All of it. To do so, you need to feel what the boy is feeling. You need to forget the countless hours you’ve spent being programmed to act a certain way. There is no reason to act. No reason to be anything other than exists under your skin. That’s what the underground is. Thing about that is, well, eventually, we’re going to bloom. That’s gonna happen. Hope you’ve got your roots strong enough. Just taking this journey has assured you of that.

Licnoln, UK 11.13.11

After all, the message we all want to here is pretty simple, yet we fail to give it out. We’ve come back again to the paper. The sketched out word. Uniqueness. The drawing, though it’s message has been said throughout the world, has never been written exactly like that. Each stroke of the pen is different. It’s what we’ve been getting at on this journey. We exist in each line. In the fibers of the paper. In the space between the spirals on this side. In the pages that have been written before we even looked. Now turn.

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#sundaymorningstory 11.6.11

Winthrop Harbor, Illinois 11.6.11

Eyes locked looking for hidden words. Crayons are ready to withstand the heat of search. It’s here that we truly understand. Can you crawl behind her eyes and see as you once did? Here, it’s okay to do so. Never be afraid of regression – we’re meant to understand this way. Our reflections truly look like this. We just need to move towards it. Now, on these early days of Fall, there are moments to sit at the table and submerge into what’s hidden. Finding out what’s real through original search. Before they controlled how you looked for information.

Halifax, Nova Scotia 11.6.11

Fade back and we’ve jumped locations, but the basic rules for structure still apply. Geometry is universal. For humans anyhow. Check the man-made objects. Can they really be said to have a place on this planet? The trees don’t follow the same rules. In nature, it’s randomness – that’s what we throw our picnic blankets down under and open a bottle of wine during these cool afternoons. We’re escaping what we’ve created – always looking run from it – but something is forcing us to build even more. We’re conditioned that way. Perhaps we might do better in tree houses.

San Pablo, California 11.6.11

Inside the window we’ve jumped again, out to Cali, where lure of precious metals drew what was to become a population out west. On your walls. Look now, the adult you, and how you decorate. What’s the difference between now and when you put up what you felt. Expression. It was there. We need it back. That freedom to create as you wish. As you know to be true. The bedroom doors are opening up on this #sundaymorningstory – the world is showing you what you can be. How you can still exist inside of your created Geometry.

Billings, Montana 11.6.11

Here. Come! The trees out in Montana are offering their temporary souls in hope that you can understand how construction truly works. How change, though while it may cause some loss, brings about a new kind of weight. Feel as if you were the bark on the branch, now supporting a community of thousands that are working together to bring your eyes – our eyes, this magnificent first blanket of the season. Why, on the other side of the world, they couldn’t imagine such a thing. Children sitting at their tables (YEs, they do word searches in Australia as well) must use their imaginations to experience such wonder. Now, through #sundarmorningstory, we…

Brisbane, Australia 11.6.11

…Well now, we expected to see someone sitting at a table, but that’s just how humans think I suppose. Why not two animals, separated by a gate, on display to enjoy the sunshine and perhaps be dreaming about the Montana Snow? It’s not impossible. It’s happening right now. Even as you take your sips of coffee or jump from website to website in search of stimulation, their is motion enough happening in the world to tap into.

“Once you come from behind the gate, we’ll see who wins.”

“It’s not a matter of victory.”

“What’s this all about then?”

“Patience.”

Ashford, UK 11.6.11

“Don’t worry about waiting for the cat brother! Inside, the humans will pet and feed you. They buy you little toys and allow for all types of nonsense they’d never allow a human to do. Your ears – Do your ears like this and for sure you’ll get a grand scratch! Make sure you do the eyes as well. They can walk by without kissing you. It’s their need to love. They can’t seem to do it with each other, but with us, it’s a shower each day. Try it!”

Malaysia 11.6.11

It’s not that the humans forgot how to show love, it’s that they don’t listen to the ones who know how. These kids in Malaysia saw the word search girl in Illinois and decided to go out in front of their geometric creations and send the goodness out to the universe. It should be washing over you now, but you’ll need to look to the clouds to truly feel it. Go on, after you’re done with this journey, don’t pay attention to you phone when you have your next free minute. Search the sky and discover the voices that are reaching through you.

Malta 11.6.11

Here. They’ve prepped a plane for all of us in Malta. Don’t worry if there’s room for all or not. We’ll fit. It’s made for us to fit. Creation. Think of the conversations you’ll have. Imagine it. You have no idea who’s sitting next to you. No idea where you’re going. No ideas at all because they’ve yet to be formed. That’s how we’re living on this journey. We started at that one table in Illinois. I remember sitting at that table with my pops having Grilled Cheese Sandwiches. What do you remember about the kitchen table? Worlds have been launched from there.

Canton California 11.6.11

A woman from Canton California takes out her recipe book and shows how to make a roast. The folks from Malaysia talk how they don’t eat meat at all. Locations start to argue and dialogue. Arguments. Friction. The plane is off, regardless of the disagreements. That’s fine. We can engage in such debates. Perhaps we just need to separate the meet from the Potatoes and carrots to make everyone pleases. Solutions can arise from conflicts. On this journey they can.

Ashford UK, 11.6.11

“What a beautiful handle.”

“Must be a very expensive drawer.”

“Not a drawer. That’s a coffin.”

“Still a drawer.’

“Still.”

“Very Still.”

Melbourne, Australia 11.6.11

Here, the sculptors went to the rooftops of that apartment building in Halifax and tried to blend the Geometry of humans with the random patterns in nature. We are starting to understand the reflections. It’s inside of our flesh. Veins. Vessels. Travel. Roads. Movement. Growth. Everything we create already exists inside of us. Why must we build it? Is it not enough to understand that it is simply there?

Manilla, Philippines 11.6.11

Jump again. Cross oceans. The blinds being down here are looking at the tree it once was. Dream catchers rest on branches. Will we allow ourselves to slow down enough and get caught so we can truly sleep. Perhaps in that lack of movement we’ll gain that understanding we’re searching for. Lack of movement might end up causing the greatest amount of construction yet.

Madison, Wisconsin 11.6.11

Yes. That’s it! See, you can create life outside of the labs of the pharmaceutical companies. It’s possible. Thousands of sees are laying inside of packages right now. At this very moment. While you’re sitting in front of computers, you could be out dropping them into soil. Think of the potential energy out there waiting for you to discover it. Discover it! Think of the journey you’ve taken just now. How many windows have you looked into? How many borders have been erased by your willingness to engage?

Brooklyn, NY 11.6.11

Of course, humans, we are humans inside of these costumes, yes? We love to melt into other creatures. It may in fact be our destiny to try on other skins and see through their pulled up shades. It’s possible to exist how you feel is right. Here, sit down next to this man-bunny and have your morning cup of coffee with him. He’s reading about you right now on the device you helped to create with your demand for it. You did, you know. You created all of it.

Doe River, Alabama 11.6.11

You’ve done it! Tossed away the insides of your own creations and found the path. No need to walk down or through it. It’s moving all around you. Constantly. Motion. Gravity. You don’t need to help it along. Just feel it – fully. Don’t be shy about shouting out incomprehensible moments. This is true communication. Love. Passion. Freedom. You won’t get that behind your desks. Thank you Alabama. Promise you I’ll dip my feet in one day. Thanks for allowing for the toe.

Toronto, Canada 11.6.11

Amazing journey. Honored to have been with all of you on it. Your eyes helped to make it real. Believe all that you have seen. The world is now that much more open to you. You’ve seen places to feel and live inside of it. Now, let’s sit in this field for a minute and watch it spin as it has since before there were such measurements as years. Just the motion itself is all we need to understand how we move. Back at that table, the search for words still goes on. What are you searching for?

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I’m taking over #sundaymorningstory

Hell with it. The voice behind it all was mine anyway. Why should @herzwords have all the glory.

Time to show the world who’s behind the words.

This week, @sarahstriker takes it all back.

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