FOR THE LOVE OF MOTION

Monday, July 22, 2013

San Francisco

I began to see their faces today.. for the first time, not a blur anymore, but individual chins and eye brows, nose rings and downward gazes.    I began to tell them apart, for the first time to understand that behind each face lies infinity.   A mind, a dream, a tangle, a restlessness, a hope,
I discovered that humanity is not one place or just an idea that we speak about eloquently.. it is the single voice of a San Francisco Mozart playing for passersby on Height Ashbury. and the crescendo of his mandolin as he desperately looks into my eyes.  Change. Please.
Humanity is the Mexican mother pushing her child through Dolores Park in a broken stroller..   Humanity is the hands of gay men squeezed tightly in exclamation of their intention.   It is the captain in fisherman's wharf, the steel in his handshake and the creases along his eyes from staring into the ocean's reflections.    I see them..   The young and the tattered, the peaceful and the misguided, the lovers hitching rides in each other's tattooed shoulders,  the first-time brave-ones, the culprits and the aspiring revolutionaries.    I see the tourists, the naturists, the poets writing their lives away in the meadows of Golden Gate Park.   Each one. Humanity.
Humanity is the song of a small, tousled-haired girl, whose eyes and passing smile break my heart and remind me of someone I adore in Maui.
Maybe to become purpose, you first have to see what you are fighting for.   Who are you fighting for.    These are my faces, these are the looks on my own face.   This is my humanity, this is me.
I see you. You are me.  Humanity.   We are each other now.

Andrew Tipton

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

/the skies that watch over us

(Carol Roy)

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

In The Company of Gods

Today started with the sound of rain and then a sensation of awakening clarity.   Neither pursued or imagined.. an overwhelming sense of becoming and intuitive inflection.

As I lay awake in my tent surrounded in thoughts of purpose, I let myself drift through nearly seven different mental states of being.    From excitement to rage, from sensual pleasure to philanthropic visionary..   these consuming moods swept through my body, each one fully embodying my thoughts and my physical presence.    These were more than simply emotions..    I watched myself take on entirely different shapes..   each mood was full of its own blessings and its own obstacles.    I realized that the selves that I was experiencing were all part of me; each one serving my life's purpose.    No individual part of my self can adequately create the vision I hold for my future or the future of enlightenment..   it is not until I allow myself to unleash and embrace each individual mood, that I am able to take my mind and body to the level I ultimately desire.

There are characters of this self..   this man, this person..  every version, every character is essential and unique. The boundaries and abilities for each character are vast and contribute to my greatness in very personal ways.   To become unified in consciousness is to allow each character to play their role..   to abandon the thought of maintaining a single presence at all times.   This means that although my belief of life / my purpose may be aligned on every level... my physical and mental ability to manipulate the present reality is open for interpretation.
We are gods.
   Each manifestation of our self is merely one shade of our consciousness.. a unique and intricate ability, from which we may achieve all of life's purpose.

Andrew Tipton

This Island has a River

Andrew Tipton

/Wilderness Song

"Bitter pain is in store for me, but I shall bear it. Beauty beyond all power to convey shall be mine . . . Death may await me . . . Not through cynicism and ennui will I be easy prey. And regardless if all that may befall, let me not be found to lack an understanding of the inscrutable humor of it all."

- Everett Ruess

Monday, June 3, 2013

Good Earth Woman

There is so much knowledge just waiting for us to ask.. This month I met purposefully strong and beautiful female farmers who have blessed me with wisdom and shown me their methods in the sustainable growing of fruits and vegetables. It is easy to forget the sacredness of ourselves, and to forget to honor the source of our health.. our foods. Spending time tilling soil, building shelters, admiring these roots and leaves, I have discovered that the wellness of my body is ultimately grounded in my respect for each meal.. where it came from, and acknowledging its purpose for granting me life.