rumi

a rumi poem from ‘the kite runner’

If we come to sleep

we are His drowsy ones

And if we come to wake

we are in His hands

 

If we come to weeping

we are His cloud full of raindrops

And if we come to laughing

we are His lightning in that moment

 

If we come to anger & battle

it is the reflection of His wrath

And if we come to peace & pardon

it is the reflection of His love

 
Who are we in this complicated world?

u see this sh%t?!

in my neighborhood and on my way to the library i see a yard…ahem, litered with old racist looking black figurines with white hats. the figures are dressed in suits, some are women, they have bigs eyes and mouths. and they are all looking toward the street. the facial features are exaggerated and there are about seven or eight of them…the first time i saw them…i snapped a few pics with my cell phone…and although i’d love to ask the owner what they mean, i’m not about to die for the cause…well, not like this anyway. i’d opt to ask why people do this…but i already feel i know.

signs and wonders

so, a week into my bohemian lifestyle. having lost my job to india…and not working. i feel utterly less jovial than i had imagined. i often think about the last time i lived this way…it was in between summers while i was a student in college…undergrad. i spent days eating odd combinations of foodial experimentations and eating a lot of pasta, recording music and writing. doing tons of laundry, going to the library a lot and hanging clothes out in the yard…my fam didn’t make me work. i made no money at all. but really expanded…somehow inside.

today however…money is my main motivation but i’m still bohemian…sorta…

i’ve narrowed down the place i want to go. it became really clear last week. the place that i think is for me fits all of my requirements…but there is also one more place…my own very delicate issue of which i have been reassured over and over again. sorry for the vague use of language. i have a fluid time schedule to see what all takes place how…and when. so, internally i’m aching to be gone off into the place i feel God has told me to fearlessly go and somehow inside that makes me feel free. freer. once i get my fam moved to our new house…the journey shall begin…for me…and they have added their blessings.

i’ve ran a tour de force of films. with the help of my friend stewart who attends my church and helps me in my movie selections at his second job. and with the help of one other special person in the life of heartbreak.

the movie that has affected me the most…is ‘no country for old men.’ it’s the kind of movie that makes everything amplified in my real life afterward. it makes me want to make movies in the worst kinda way. adapted from a novel, the literal transistion is so rich. the dialougue is perfect and so unconventional. there is a raw pleasurable beauty to a film that has no cell phones, barely even credit cards or ATMs. the actors, josh brolin, tommy lee jones, woody harrelson, javier bardem…all the supporting cast…superb. i was literally awakened and mesmerized by every bit of frame. totally impressed and magnetized by brolin, though. the old west vs. new (modern) world in this thrilling, suspense absorbed film about a maniacal killer is really something impressive. and the end…oh man!!!!!!!

movies i’ve seen also ‘phenomenon,’ ‘the kite runner,’ ‘gone baby gone,’ and eps of ‘weeds’ all i would suggest.

peace.