Sunday, June 18, 2017

I want to love you in my own language

Love is its most effectual, romantic and convivial..  if it is born from our own self.

This year of discovering love, discovering my ability to inhale and exhale affection..   I have discovered that our ability to create powerful, uncommon, and extraordinary love is tethered to our willingness to love as our truest selves.     What makes love function at its most elevated state is not a formula or a standard...  it is simply letting ourselves be ourselves in a relationship.   
Its the undiluted spirit and conviction of a person that we first fall in love with!    I think that we do not have to become safe and whitewashed in relationships.. that strips away our incredible, unique gift.     So many people are bleached out and unrecognizable from their original versions.  Trying to behave as someone in love,  and forgetting just to be in love.  
When we try to speak a language in relationships that is not our own.   Its like creating a song on an instrument that we do not know how to play.   When we are not ourselves, love is not real.    The person opposite from us is not receiving our true version..  and deeply, subconsciously, they feel it.    And we feel it.     
Love, at it most righteous and bewildering, is driven by us utterly living and loving in our own language -  being thrilled with the poetry and rarity of our own story - letting that 'deep truth' of ourselves ripple outwards.    



Andrew Tipton  

 

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

The Firefly Lessons

Loosen Up.  Bro.
At peace, remain
Entangled in the gift of the day, night,

wherever. 

Fireflies are the mellow ones, the quiet sovereignty they possess. 
I sat in the thick certainty of night and watched them.  
Ambiance. Mystery. Gentleness. Warmth. 
Blanket of neon affection.
Some revelation engulfed me, some deep understanding of my own tightness.. 
my brutal seeking and pursuit of ambitious things
with a fixed and immovable gaze. 
Complexity and intention has a way of corrupting the softness and wonder of us. 
Sometimes the world has to burn
for us to rediscover our essential brightness.  Our glow.
Sometimes I have to wrap up my creature,
my warm animal
around itself,
show it undisturbed and legitimate love.
and Loosen Up. Be at peace.
Forget the world's order of things. 
Uphold only the deepest and most honest of my very own agreements.
Listen, smile, release. 
Staying close - among the enchanted rise and fall of my chest breaths.
My night is bright,
my night is open and a 'spark'  - a wild grin
fills the corners of my eyes. 




Andrew Tipton



Sunday, June 4, 2017

Redwood Wilderness















May we be fearless beings.  

Nothing I can imagine tonight is attainable without a consummate fearless nature.  

May we be fearless beings.  







Andrew Tipton

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Life without Love is Meaningless









Falling hard.

For the coast.

& the girl of my dreams. 






Andrew Tipton

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

The Uncharted Course








What we have before us spreading out among our imaginations..  is uncharted, fathomless and nearly upon us!  May we pursue a life that challenges us, brings us clarity and revelation -  may we be pilgrims seeking alchemy for ourselves and our surroundings.





Andrew Tipton



The West Coast - Notes

Cabin -

Spent last night tucked away in a small redwood cabin near the vineyards of Sonoma County, CA.    The cabin clings to the edge of a valley with an overlook,  surrounded by forest and towering evergreens.   I am sitting outside, a warm cup of coffee next to me - calm, rejuvenated, soaking up the gentle vibes of the cool morning.   I am so consumed with thoughts about my own tree houses, with my own stake in the West Coast.    The ability to create here astounds me; the beauty and the depth unlocks some very wholesome and eager version of my heart.  Mythical, magical, the land has a complexity and sovereignty to it.  The redwoods, the rugged coast, the swell of the mountains, the combination mirrors my own experience of self so well.  I feel intimately connected here, I feel the room to spread wide every fiber of myself.    Whatever I have inside, whatever I can envision and articulate.  All of those things are possible here.   Some of us are built to handle so much  -  we are made of much.    I feel the "incompleteness" that haunts us at times is simply the inability of our surroundings (our culture)  to see itself with the same eagerness, alchemy, and unencumbered insight.    The West Coast, is where I was born to thrive.  




Andrew Tipton