First balance of 2015. a good example of how we CREATE our own reality is the passing of a calendar year. a simple change of a number, another division of the “wiggle”.
So many people reflect on the past year. Given the cultural significance of a calendar, tis difficult not to reflect. Some report a change in feeling simply due to an arbitrary number change. It’s good to remember that this change in feeling originates within, as much as with awareness of a number.
So now i wanna reflect a little bit. For the last few years I’ve always been left in awe of all the magic i’ve experienced over each year (2014 was no exception). looking back at a thorough record of daily creation inspires a feeling beyond words. Remembering each and every rock. It’s interesting because many people comment that my creations just keep getting “better and better”… which, in a sense, I feel as well. But I don’t think it is the creations themselves getting “better and better”. that’s silly to me. A subconsciously capitalist approach to ‘things’. linear. unsustainable.
for me, It is the passage of time, rhythm and change, like seasons, that creates the real poem. The FEELING OF NEW. Each zero-point a reflection of the premier moment.
I’m interested by the element of the mayan calendar that assigns a specific “aspect and intention” to each day of creation. My method involves throwing myself into the elements as much as possible, regardless of weather (only limitation being extreme wind or extreme subzer
o temperatures). By practicing in this way, I sometimes like to view each creation as reflecting some underlying pattern. a timestamped aspect and intention of the universe. This of course all operating on a subconscious plain of awareness.
In keeping track of calendar years, 2014 has been the best for me so far. I feel like this gravity glue experiment is really becoming something. I’m infinitely inspired that so many people are touched by my daily creation. This year I experienced some of my lowest points, almost giving up, almost looking for another dead end job, but i trusted my deep-down feeling and all my past experience and somehow pulled through to the point i’m at now, which I must say is a great place. I’m excited about the future. happy to be alive with the ability to do what i love, and with such a degree of romantic involvement. It’s all still an experiment. i have no formulas. I’m just a verb. sometimes i wonder when this will all inevitably collapse. Because it very well could. But then I also reach a deep knowing that it will be okay, and the universe won’t let me off that easily. Now I find myself booked up almost through next summer with various commissioned jobs AROUND THE WORLD. seems like all the hard work and unhindered dedication to a practice is beginning to balance out financially. no formula for that either. :P