Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Defend Your Day & Be Like Water

The wind is roaring outside.
The sky is a grey and foggy mess.
The thick green trees on the mountain are swaying in one unified motion. 
Soft rain from Caribbean Hurricanes.
I'm sitting sideways in my chair in the corner of the upstairs loft..   watching drops cling to the window. 
Sipping a cup of Columbian coffee from my favorite mug -  the one with waves etched into it. 

There is this metaphor I have been contemplating this morning..  one of the deep secrets to alchemy -  "be like water" that I love and recite to myself.   Maybe its the rain that has it solidly on my mind.    The foundation of Taoism /  Possibly.  The idea of being malleable, open, fluid - ever moving and evolving.   Taking the shape of our path.      I believe this so intimately,  I believe it is a necessary pursuit, if we intend to be at peace, generous and in-destructible.   Being like water...  is to live a day that is open to change, open to a new purpose.. open towards a deeper version of goodness that perhaps we never imagined and maybe never saw coming.     Its the obedience to a higher understanding that supersedes our "idea" of how a day is supposed to go.  "Be like water" is a call to be limitless and continually re-routed - never so set on course that we break or shatter upon obstacles.   Its loosening our grasp on purpose..  allowing a day to go sideways and still be grounded in perfection.      Its a damn powerful way to live.

I am also considering another idea,  "defending our day".  The thought of acknowledging and pursuing a specific purpose  - with a relentless and incorruptible sturdiness.    I think this is also such a powerful way to live.   To have vision, to survey our morning and to feel an overwhelming intention and personal conviction towards creation..   that is so deep and beautiful.   To write a book, to build treehouses, to construct music, to love on a deeper level.     I am realizing that men with purpose and a vision for themselves (which they reflect onto their world), are of utmost importance.   And rare.  Men who fight and struggle to attain the realization of their inner spark and electric dreams...  these are the men who shape the destiny of reality. 
I find that its often the slightest, most unimpressive obstacles that move us aside from our intention..   the daily efforts of living and breathing sometimes steal our sovereignty away.   It is not the shattering crush of a single problem that keeps us from firmly, supremely achieving our purpose..  but rather the small and soft edges of a day that quietly and excusably exhausts our time and sharpness.    Our tolerance for "purposeless" - for the trivial -  its our persistent accommodation for gentle distraction that erodes our magic.       We could spend lifetimes repairing and navigating the ordinariness that exists day-to-day.    I believe often men are devoured by the common life... they forget their trueness.    We must defend our purpose..   we must defend the integrity of our day.   We must not lose our ferocity among life's clutter.    

Water moves around obstacles, and accepts an alternative path towards goodness.  
But we must also remember ourselves.. our intention.  we should not surrender our purpose for the sake of normalcy.    


thoughts. 



Andrew Tipton


Monday, October 2, 2017

Always

Do not disintegrate among the rough stumble of ordinary men,
Remain honorable,
Live with dignity and presence,
Respect life
Respect intelligence and the inner drive,
Obey your sovereignty.  
Love.







Andrew Tipton



Disordinary Beautiful







Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Lessons From The Mountains



Heather held my hand,  walking beside me on the trail back to our campsite.  Her warm fingers traced the inside of my palm..  gently grasping.    The stars were gleaming over our heads, the blackness beyond them infinite and deep.     We paused in the darkness, both staring up into the sky.  Our quiet breathes leaving trails of vapor.  The Rocky Mountains soaring up behind us.   Our backpacks motionless hanging from our shoulders.   We stood together, alone.   The world and everything within its reaches was somewhere else..  somewhere distant and far away.   In this instant it was just us.   Our animal.   Love... or something beyond love.    There are times when the description of what's happening isn't enough really... when it doesn't describe what is actually there.    I realize that I want this..    I want the definitions and limitations of my heart to disintegrate.  I want the idea of love to disintegrate..   leaving space for what's possible.   In the absence of definition and description... everything is waiting for us.    Un-named, unreconciled, and bewilderingly vast.     I want to know life on this level.    A life with intent.. yet lacking a script.  

  I feel the soft fingertips of my lover clasped in my hands - and I smile in the blackness.     





Andrew Tipton






     

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Argentina on Motorcycles

Journal thoughts -  revelations on discomfort, definition and a malleable identity.  

  I am planning a motorcycle trip through Argentina.  I want to find an old motorcycle in Buenos Aries, and ride it down through the valleys of Patagonia.   Traverse the outer reaches of South American civilization, mountains and obscurity.    Taking a small backpack, a sturdy camera, and leather journal.     A trip that is not refined or rooted in certainty..   driven simply by the clarity of the heart.  Open-ended.     I don't want to rely on comfort, I don't want to rely on safety.    I want to be pressed into a different shape.   I want to expose new identities of myself  - sheering back the definition and the idea of me.   Not a new version of myself..  but a larger version.  
I believe that experiences that cause us to be uncertain..  that challenge us,  that are neither easy nor inviting..   these are the sort of adventures we should be participating in.     Every time I encounter a adventure that is beyond my scope and my comfort level...  I move into an identity that I did not previously comprehend or know.   I am larger.    My mind, my heart and my self take up more space.  

I believe we are constantly either assigning ourselves a singular new identity,  or defending the identity that we have built for ourselves.    I see very few people who are clear and confident being "identity-less"  -   not to say that they do not know themselves..   but in the way that they have not grafted themselves into a specific identity.    

 I believe It is the routine of our self-driven identity that chokes us out.  
It is the obedience to our own monument that restricts our "becoming".
We are whatever we've decided that we are.   We fit the role,  we obey the context of that description.
And that description often leaves no room for another identity.  


When we uphold our own identity..   we no longer have to be uncomfortable,  we no longer are pressed and molded by ideas or struggles that we perceive as needless or contrary to our identity.    When we say, "here I am" -  "this is my identity"..  we take ourselves out of the vast, wild, bewilderment of becoming great.    We stop learning and start "describing" ourselves in regards to who we believe we should be.
But I believe these struggles... the ones that have no context in the description of our self,    those are the ones that will benefit us the most.      

Continual relearning...  undermining that response to cling and become a thing... an idea..  a particular persona.    Someone we can affirm - someone that our external world can affirm.   


Take adventures to places that frighten your identity.  
  Literally, metaphorically, emotionally.    
Do it.   








Andrew Tipton





The Clarity of Motion



Travel and adventure dissolves the habit of a scripted vision for life
When you are awake,  in awe, uncomfortable, challenged..  the plot and direction of your story becomes stretched, unthreaded, and permeable.    You realize that every destination, every town, every mountain, has its own identity - and we become those identities if we stay.

I believe that remaining in one place,  no matter our intentions or desire for greatness...  begins to erode our clarity and objective reflection.   Motion is essential for determining, re-examining, and reclaiming our purpose.  

Motion gives us an impressive and vast perspective..  our choices, our conclusions..   they are not refined or fixed on the open road...  you have a sense that all is near and all is fathomable.     
Motion is the author of perpetual conviction.  
It is the compass of the soul. 






























Andrew Tipton

Monday, August 7, 2017

A Physical Kiss is Nothing Without It.

Let yourself feel the world that is already consuming you.
There is no escape from this existence.  This is the way, this is the full experience - do no be afraid of what is offered - the universe conspired to offer this to you, it created the emotion, it created affection and the feeling of sovereignty.
Why would you be afraid of this?   Why would you fear the endless open, bad-assness of this?
We are born with a cock... with a thrust.. with an eruption..  with the urge to take over to dominate / decimate the people around us, and we are often so timid of this urge.
Why?    Why do we fear our abilities?   We are made of the most glorious elements - human elements.    There is animal - and there is human.  transcendence - I realized today, that there is a complete lack of concern for the ordinary skills of men.  Seriously!   Women are neither impressed nor intrigued by the ordinary rules of maintenance or creation.   They feel this way, because they know!   They know... Heather knows...  that there is so much greatness buried inside, and ordinary actions do not drive her.  They do not bring her alive.    They will not suffice.
Women, the female vision and experience should be a compass for our actions, a reference for the quality of our behavior.   We should not be proud of ordinary actions, we should not offer ordinary action for love!!!    Ordinary action is worthless in love.    The feminine heart seeks, "awe" to be held in a state of bewilderment and revelation.    What a way to see the world!   What a quality to expect from your lover!    
We must persist.   Call attention to the deep and magical abilities that abide beneath our surface.  Be relentless.     Do what needs to be done...  do the chores and duties of manhood..  conquer the ordinary and straightforward..   but do not linger there.   Do not offer ordinary accomplishments to women...  do not offer ordinariness to love!     Love expects more, love requires more to be fulfilled!!
And do not fear!   Do not be afraid of reaching out beyond these ordinary things...  into the depths of what you can be.   There is greatness there.   Listen to me... its there... inexhaustible and fierce.
Do not fear.
act, be unpredictable, brave and consuming.  
Obey your sovereignty.
Let yourself feel the world that is already consuming you.   Inhale it.. without courtesy or pleasantry.. and exhale the same.
I say again,
Obey your sovereignty.





Andrew Tipton


Sunday, July 23, 2017

Don't Be Afraid to Be Wrong

Don't be afraid to be wrong.
Don't be afraid to concede to a greater truth and be humbled...  and then grow, evolve, and overtake the limitations of your previous self.    And repeat this process again and again.   Always letting your grasp of truth and understanding remain loose and unclenched.
   Do not be threatened by knowledge..  do not be threatened by a thought or a voice that undermines your practice or challenges your way of life.
Listen.  Totally listen.  With a clear and open mind.
Being wrong isn't about you.   It isn't an affront to your identity or your intelligence.
Don't defend impoverished beliefs.
Sovereignty is learned and is never completed.




Andrew Tipton







Remember Why You Came











Andrew Tipton

Friday, June 30, 2017

revelations of companionship

Love is the method for understanding our muchness.
Avenues of ourselves cannot be approached except in the company and companionship of love.




Andrew Tipton

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Words with Friends

Friendships are the subtle authors of our character and our self-belief.    






Andrew Tipton



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