FOR THE LOVE OF MOTION: October 2017

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