Monday, January 21, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
What is Life?
A friend of mine posted this on his myspace bulletin and I just loved reading it! It really speaks to the heart and soul! I had to share it with you all.
There is a Secret World
Concealed Within this One.
The lives we lead, and the lives we wish we led.
This world, the so-called “real world,” is just a front. Pull back the curtain and you’ll see the libraries are all filled with runaways writing novels, the highways are humming with escapees and sympathizers, all the receptionists and sensible mothers are straining at the leash for a chance to show how alive they still are. . . and all that talk of practicality and responsibility is just threats and bluffing to keep us from reaching out our hands to find that heaven lies in reach before us.
You can taste it in the shock and roar of a first, unexpected kiss, or in the blood in your mouth that instant after an accident when you realize you’re still alive. It blows in the wind you feel on the rooftops of a really reckless night of adventure. You hear it in the magic of your favorite songs, how they lift and transport you in ways that no science or psychology could ever account for. It might be you’ve seen evidence of it scratched into bathroom walls in a code without a key, or you’ve been able to make out a pale reflection of it in the movies they make to keep us entertained. It’s in between the words when we speak of our desires and aspirations, still lurking somewhere beneath the limitations of being “practical” and “realistic.”
When poets and radicals stay up until sunrise, wracking their brains for the perfect sequence of words or deeds to fill hearts (or cities) with fire, they’re trying to find a hidden entrance to it. When children escape out the window to go wandering late at night, or freedom fighters search for a weakness in government fortifications, they’re trying to sneak into it—for they know better than us where the doors are hidden. When teenagers vandalize a billboard to provoke all-night chases with the police, or anarchists interrupt an orderly demonstration to smash the windows of a corporate chain store, they’re trying to storm its gates.
When you’re making love and you discover a new sensation or region of your lover’s body, and the two of you feel like explorers discovering a new part of the world on a par with a desert oasis or the coast of an unknown continent, as if you are the first ones to reach the north pole or the moon, you are charting its frontiers.
It’s not a safer place than this one—on the contrary, it is the sensation of danger there that brings us back to life: the feeling that for once, for one moment that seems to eclipse the past and future, there is something real at stake.
Maybe you stumbled into it by accident, once, amazed at what you found. The old world splintered behind and inside you, and no physician or metaphysician could put it back together again. Everything before became trivial, irrelevant, ridiculous as the horizons suddenly telescoped out around you and undreamt-of new paths offered themselves. And perhaps you swore that you would never return, that you would live out the rest of your life electrified by that urgency, in the thrill of discovery and transformation—but return you did.
Common sense dictates that this world can only be experienced temporarily, that it is just the shock of transition, and no more; but the myths we share around our fires tell a different story: we hear of women and men who stayed there for weeks, years, who never returned, who lived and died there as heroes. We know, because we feel it in that atavistic chamber of our hearts that holds the memory of freedom from a time before time, that this secret world is near, waiting for us. You can see it in the flash in our eyes, in the abandon of our dances and love affairs, in the protest or party that gets out of hand.
You’re not the only one trying to find it. We’re out here, too . . . some of us are even waiting there for you. And you should know that anything you’ve ever done or considered doing to get there is not crazy, but beautiful, noble, necessary.
Revolution is simply the idea we could enter that secret world and never return; or, better, that we could burn away this one, to reveal the one beneath entirely.
There is a Secret World
Concealed Within this One.
The lives we lead, and the lives we wish we led.
This world, the so-called “real world,” is just a front. Pull back the curtain and you’ll see the libraries are all filled with runaways writing novels, the highways are humming with escapees and sympathizers, all the receptionists and sensible mothers are straining at the leash for a chance to show how alive they still are. . . and all that talk of practicality and responsibility is just threats and bluffing to keep us from reaching out our hands to find that heaven lies in reach before us.
You can taste it in the shock and roar of a first, unexpected kiss, or in the blood in your mouth that instant after an accident when you realize you’re still alive. It blows in the wind you feel on the rooftops of a really reckless night of adventure. You hear it in the magic of your favorite songs, how they lift and transport you in ways that no science or psychology could ever account for. It might be you’ve seen evidence of it scratched into bathroom walls in a code without a key, or you’ve been able to make out a pale reflection of it in the movies they make to keep us entertained. It’s in between the words when we speak of our desires and aspirations, still lurking somewhere beneath the limitations of being “practical” and “realistic.”
When poets and radicals stay up until sunrise, wracking their brains for the perfect sequence of words or deeds to fill hearts (or cities) with fire, they’re trying to find a hidden entrance to it. When children escape out the window to go wandering late at night, or freedom fighters search for a weakness in government fortifications, they’re trying to sneak into it—for they know better than us where the doors are hidden. When teenagers vandalize a billboard to provoke all-night chases with the police, or anarchists interrupt an orderly demonstration to smash the windows of a corporate chain store, they’re trying to storm its gates.
When you’re making love and you discover a new sensation or region of your lover’s body, and the two of you feel like explorers discovering a new part of the world on a par with a desert oasis or the coast of an unknown continent, as if you are the first ones to reach the north pole or the moon, you are charting its frontiers.
It’s not a safer place than this one—on the contrary, it is the sensation of danger there that brings us back to life: the feeling that for once, for one moment that seems to eclipse the past and future, there is something real at stake.
Maybe you stumbled into it by accident, once, amazed at what you found. The old world splintered behind and inside you, and no physician or metaphysician could put it back together again. Everything before became trivial, irrelevant, ridiculous as the horizons suddenly telescoped out around you and undreamt-of new paths offered themselves. And perhaps you swore that you would never return, that you would live out the rest of your life electrified by that urgency, in the thrill of discovery and transformation—but return you did.
Common sense dictates that this world can only be experienced temporarily, that it is just the shock of transition, and no more; but the myths we share around our fires tell a different story: we hear of women and men who stayed there for weeks, years, who never returned, who lived and died there as heroes. We know, because we feel it in that atavistic chamber of our hearts that holds the memory of freedom from a time before time, that this secret world is near, waiting for us. You can see it in the flash in our eyes, in the abandon of our dances and love affairs, in the protest or party that gets out of hand.
You’re not the only one trying to find it. We’re out here, too . . . some of us are even waiting there for you. And you should know that anything you’ve ever done or considered doing to get there is not crazy, but beautiful, noble, necessary.
Revolution is simply the idea we could enter that secret world and never return; or, better, that we could burn away this one, to reveal the one beneath entirely.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Ooooo Ohhhhhh Auhhh!
Who doesn't brighten up when you see a nice display of fireworks! Ever since I moved to Jacksonville three years ago I wasn't so sure if I had made the right choice. I am a big time city girl, I love to be around a lot of people, I love to watch people, I get a kick of all the different cultures, faces, types and how they interact with others that are different from themselves! I am a sucker for city lights, beautifully structured buildings and many cars whizzing on by.
So when we moved here, a city that shuts down at 6:00pm, I thought I made the biggest mistake of my life. But then you meet people that will forever change your life. People that show you what true friendship is. People that you wouldn't have met if you were not here.
There is much this city has to offer, it just takes time and effort to unravel some of her gems. And at moments like watching fireworks and going under the Main Street bridge at night, fills my heart with joy and an innocent child-like heart that can't help but keep smiling. Thank you Jacksonville!
Enjoy.
Monday, January 14, 2008
My Computer Crashed!
It happened again...my Mac computer crashed. For all you Mac users out there, if you are envious of all those who bought the latest OSX software...The Leopard, envy no more!!! Ever since I installed it, I have been bombarded with problems after problems using Leopard. Finally, my computer couldn't take it anymore and just crashed. After talking for over 10 hours with the wonderful Apple people, we are still experiencing some - hmmm - what should I call it - "sorry for your inconvenience" problems. So far we have completely reinstalled the program but have "lost" all my info in the process - YIKES! It has taken over 12 hours to retrieve all my info, only I still can't see it. So tomorrow is the day where they will guide me through on how to get all my info back on the computer. Phew! Breathe Darice, breathe (lol).
So for those of you that have emailed me and have not heard back from me, this is why! I greatly apologize for this "we apologize for the inconvenience this has caused you" speech, but hopefully after another 10 hours of being transferred, then being transferred again, then being hung up on by "mistake", then calling back and waiting on hold for 10 minutes for the next available representative, then talking to someone from India that I can't understand because of their accent, I can check my emails and get back to everyone. And if you're waiting for your photos, I swear I will be glued to the computer to get them to you as I have lost 4 days of work due to this "apple is doing everything they can to work out the glitches with the program, we apologize but I will connect you to another representative to take care of this problem." Yeah yeah!
Oh, I soooooo can't wait to go through this again tomorrow!!!!!!! You have no idea how excited I am, I am truly hoping for a record breaker here - maybe I will be transferred at least 6x before I reach someone that has a clue as to what to do...or that I can understand. You think? Anyone want to throw in some bets to see how many times I will be transferred before I reach the "right" person?
If you're not laughing by now, LAUGH! God only knows I need to laugh!!!!
Thursday, January 03, 2008
The Present Moment Cafe
The Present Moment Cafe is an all vegan raw food restaurant located in St. Augustine, FL.
We had the ultimate joy in this next photo shoot! Not only did I get to capture some of my favorite people, but also my favorite food!! I was one lucky girl at this session. After photographing the Present Moment's famous all raw food dishes for their website and marketing materials, we got to EAT all the dishes too. Now those are some nice french benefits...or should I say "raw" benefits (ha).
Yvette, an amazing woman, friend, spirit and owner of the restaurant and adjacent organic market, is one of those people that when we get to meet will forever change your life. She is one of the most generous and beautifully hearted people I know. I am so fortunate to know her.
Check out The Present Moment Cafe, soon they will update their photos (yay!). All the food dishes you see here are 100% raw. There is no dairy, meat or cooking going on here. So healthy and so yummy! You must check out the restaurant.
To view the photos in larger format, just click on the image.
The Present Moment Market (offers organic produce, raw dishes to go, raw treats, books, vintage clothes & jewelry, environmentally safe cleaning products, young thai coconuts, raw drinks, and much more!)
My son found a cool mask. I told you they've got some pretty cool stuff here!
Can't leave without stocking up on raw foods and some books!
This is Yvette! Isn't she fun!!
Nate, Yvette's son. He's a guff ball (lol). Nate also works at the PMC.
We had the ultimate joy in this next photo shoot! Not only did I get to capture some of my favorite people, but also my favorite food!! I was one lucky girl at this session. After photographing the Present Moment's famous all raw food dishes for their website and marketing materials, we got to EAT all the dishes too. Now those are some nice french benefits...or should I say "raw" benefits (ha).
Yvette, an amazing woman, friend, spirit and owner of the restaurant and adjacent organic market, is one of those people that when we get to meet will forever change your life. She is one of the most generous and beautifully hearted people I know. I am so fortunate to know her.
Check out The Present Moment Cafe, soon they will update their photos (yay!). All the food dishes you see here are 100% raw. There is no dairy, meat or cooking going on here. So healthy and so yummy! You must check out the restaurant.
To view the photos in larger format, just click on the image.
The Present Moment Market (offers organic produce, raw dishes to go, raw treats, books, vintage clothes & jewelry, environmentally safe cleaning products, young thai coconuts, raw drinks, and much more!)
My son found a cool mask. I told you they've got some pretty cool stuff here!
Can't leave without stocking up on raw foods and some books!
This is Yvette! Isn't she fun!!
Nate, Yvette's son. He's a guff ball (lol). Nate also works at the PMC.
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