hallelujah anyways no. 498

Im grateful for the violent experience of art … like collaging and having to choose what side to use. I love being stabbed in the heart with this kind of choice this kind of inevitable everyday death that makes me better and better at every kind of dying. I love saying death. I am grateful to feel death intimately and so thankful to be misunderstood about that. I am grateful for deep deep deep questioning of myself as a lightning rod … a willing target for the strikes of electric current … and the way it forces you to find your YeS.

I’m grateful for my gratitude practice … the way it reminds me to notice all the sweet little things in my day … yUMMY lunch super cool creative kind encouraging friends didn’t run out of gas blow a tire or have to do the radiator tube reconnection thing — miracles on miracles on miracles , you know?! …. and I’m especially grateful for real deep full spectrum gratitude and the way it kinks me right up pretzeled In the intensity of the axiom “having us evidence of wanting” pushing myself to extend towards all aspects of personal experiencing. I’m grateful to love is to attend and to attend is to extend towards and I love how all of those words sound together as they wrap me in their throttle as my mind works overtime trying to figure it out. I’m grateful eventually we just get back to breathing.

I’m grateful the other night all these guys — the scat cats you’ll see next — a perfect stack of odd beloveds — got together down the street from me to jam practice boogie bongo bingo figure out the flow for tonight’s…