I’ve been doing an online teacher training with Budokon. It’s an amazing physical practice and the reflection essays we’re required to write aren’t bad, either. In no particular order, I’m posting my assignments here. They definitely enter a space of transparency and vulnerability, so please be 1) forewarned and 2) respectful.
What or who can we really be, beyond this moment? The only existence beyond this moment is a story we tell ourselves. Beyond this moment lies a future full of projections of the past, including the media we’ve consumed which contributes to fear, and things going “wrong.” Beyond this moment also lies a past full of lessons, including those that we’ve learned from which magically became a part of who we are in this moment.
It’s the very last day of the lunar year, and a time for me to reflect. A lot has passed and I have grown tremendously in the past year.
Everyone taking advantage of the hysteria/panic/confusion to wrest more power from anyone else… why don’t I do it too?
Last night I was laying in bed pondering the times when I realized that there was a reality outside trying to get in. That reality was the real-ity, which made me realize that I’d been choosing to exist in a different one for the last… week? Two weeks?
Governments suck. For the most part it’s run by power hungry, ego-driven sociopaths. I get it. But we’re living in a certain world right now and we have to start where we’re at, which is why my anti-establishment friends get upset when I say I like Bernie Sanders.
A lot of my writing in recent years has come from innocent provocation in an e-mail, Reddit thread, or Telegram chat room. I write out a wall of text only to delete it, or un-send it, because of the context of the conversation. Here is one such segment.
I’m writing again. A return to who I once was, before I decided to try to be a social entpreneur-ing filmmaker and dedicated my creative energy elsewhere.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned,
(1/26) I’m suddenly so easily grateful…