Window Seats

Ive sat in the window seat of so many planes, and so many trains, one place will never feel like home again/
And I miss my grandpa, one day ill call and he wont answer, and they say times moving faster/
Ive sat there on the edge of the ocean, and looked out to the open, and realized there that beauty was an emotion/
Even after I, have done it a hundreds of times, I still have no idea how to say goodbye/
I have began taking the scenic way more, then I ever have before, because whats saving time if during that time you feel much older/
When my moment comes, and instead I run, its telling you long before age you decide if your old or young/
Roadtrips through the country side, that could of been my life, the only difference was how someone rolled the dice/
And sometimes everything went right, and it made my night, and those put together are what make a life/

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Melbourne *Old travel writing from 2013*

Cleaning out the closet of my old writing. Enjoy something I wrote about Melbourne awhile ago when I was traveling there…Excited for other new adventures ahead!

Melbourne

The Romance of The Most Livable City

People go to Hollywood to become movie stars, to Wall Street to become stock brokers, so now the question is what do people go to Melbourne for? This city which struts its little title worthy of a standing ovation – The most livable city, is still a mystery to many. No city is so well rounded, yet, its hard to predict it could at the same time become the centre of the wheel. Its not what Melbourne people do that’s so enticing, but more-so how they make a daily life so captivating and memorable. These small aspects compile to build the wonder that is Melbourne. The saying goes ‘you don’t know what you got till its gone’, yet it can just as well be ‘you don’t know what you got till you worked for it’. Melbourne has not always been the number one city, it became it.

Tour da food empire begins here. I recollect hearing that to understand people of this city one must know ‘the code’. People are either on their way to eating, just leaving from eating, or eating right now. A culture revolving around dining. You will find the rare breed foods you swore you could only find in timbuktu, you will find those everyday staple meals but made to be unforgettable, you will find creme de la cafes with neer celebrity appeal and magnetism, its all here. Follow the alcove back alleys or dreary warehouse entrances, and you will be blown away that these ‘thriller’ like entrance ways hold the key to some of the best examples of Australian hospitality. ‘After Open’ has some of the most delicious muffins and ‘After Hours’ has locals bars with unheard of beer recipes you have never knew existed. Deciding what to eat, how to eat it, and where, makes Melbourne more cluttered with options then sometimes necessary. In some parts, you can’t even decide on the restaurants by food quality anymore, since so many have upped their standards to compete with the likes of everyone else. Its a very satisfying feeling to simply just eat based on appetite and rarely on quality. Seriously, if I didn’t know any better, I would have figured the “Eat” of Elizabeths Gilberts “Eat, Pray Love”, was surely here and not ‘Eat-ily’.

A partner in crime does exist, and his name is sports. You will loose count of how many arenas there are in Melbourne, but it sure feels like more then actual sports leagues. This brings a sense of tranquility knowing at any time of year you set foot here you can consider sports an unseasonal affair. The great advantage of having this variety of different leagues and games means so many different people from different teams ride on the same train to the same parts of the city. Fans of completely unconnected sports, wearing different coloured jerseys and logos, riding the train all together is like the Great Barrier Reef of Melbourne.

Spellbinding describes this cities art perfectly. The entourage includes the city walls, the buildings, the civil structures, the clothes, the museums, the side streets. Its viral. No surprise, after all, this city decor is built by hungry artists, who due to high minimum wage or just the demand for shows and concerts, can afford plenty of tattoos, will buy organic, and even travels. Its a full time job trying to keep up with new bands and concerts, and the truth sets in that we can only see so many shows a week, and the more good acts that exists, the more they will conflict with your tight schedule. What an unforeseen fiasco. One of the biggest aspects of the art scene here is the graffiti culture. In most areas of Canada, graffiti is practically inexistent. Infact, the last time I drew and showed it to people was probably finger-painting in art class. To witness so many little aspects of a city combined together make such an artistic ambiance and brings countless intoxicating enjoyment. Even the spontaneities of people are there. Maybe you’ll see a party tonight somehow taking place on the corner of the main intersection, perhaps you’ll see corporate dad sitting next to comeup artists on the tram, or fine dining mixed with elegant dancing taking place in buildings which are pealing away and deteriorating. An array of anomalies taking place. Leave 15 minutes early and still arrive 15 minutes late would be a proper rule to galavant by.  Even the store signs are handmade, the menus hand written, and the decor hand me downs. Above all else, Melbourne’s has one bizarre craze and that is its obsession with milk crates. These can be found in peoples gardens, at house parties, outside plenty of pubs, and most surprisingly, the best rated cafes may have milk crates for seats and tables. What a contradiction since in other parts of the world, this would be seen as completely unpresentable. Thats Melbourne, walking the fine line between being rough around the edges, but also, being at the edge of innovation and originality.

The motherland of multiculturalism is here. If you take a trip to Rome, you experience Italy, but, if you come to Melbourne, you really feel you experience everywhere. The talk of the town will be of a Latin festival this week, then the anticipation awaits for mexican wrestling the following week, meanwhile your still finding time to attend your salsa classes. Maybe its Greek easter, which has traffic at a standstill and you can feel the emotion in the air. Also in the air is the sound of never ending yelling, a weather like forecast for cigarette smoke, and that trailing scent of barbeque souvlaki and homemade balaclava. French Film Festivals, a thousand miles away from France. This vast landscape of traditions and ethnicities, all being enjoyed by the everyday Melbourne people. What a new world way to experience a quality first hands education on cultures. We all remember the conventional way of travel. We would go to Amsterdam to see graffiti, travel all the way to London to see Victorian architecture, and having to stand in the heart of Florence to find streets of nothing else other then Italian restaurants. This no longer exists. The Romance of Melbourne, this is it. If the livable city assessments say anything, its that this is what the world wants – everything in one. Melbourne’s done just that, and better then any city to date. Why do you come to Melbourne? You come to here to experience the new world.

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Creative Writing and High Quality Cacao = This

Im one with the cacao spirit. It doesn’t want to stay put. Its patient. It understands the context and can be adaptable. It doesn’t NEED to move. A Ferrari can be parked, just not for too long.

Tell me cacao, do you want me to go through this pattern? Panicing, confusion? Or is solving it not a literal act, but a change of words. Trusting you IS the change. The change is trust, because it feels right, not because an algebra formula proves it. We must embody the proof, then it will multiply to the paper, the food, the place. Trust. Embrace this variety. This uniqueness. This spirit of change. OF renewal, of spiraling cleansing and waterfall removing. The crystalline angelic fall. The glitter of time slowing, gravity releasing. Freedom. Effortless nothing. It’s a wonderful moment. When time stops. When life takes a deep breath. Everything is in this state of being. When you crystalize, everything does. Including the most distant force of all, the thing furthest, most unbelievable. Your mind. Its not IN this plane. A million light years is closer. Like death, that person is now further then the edge of the cosmos. Can we understand that. Can we map that? Measure? Its like measuring where a thought comes from? Maybe the same place YOU come from? From the deepest place on earth. The sky to nothingness. Allow yourself to get lost in wonder, in imagining that. Cacao comes from there too. But why? But how? Does the potato? The berry? The bread? When the threshold between product and spirit cross? When does a physical experience become a spiritual one?
What is important to humans today? Celebritys, cafes, places? We are no worse, or better, but different. Jerusalem is here, The Sahara is here. The ocean is here, on the land, in my bedroom, in the coffee shop. To prove is not necessary, but to believe, and see the invisible, to invent the impossible, dream the unimaginable. This volcano of spirit, was, has, been awaiting eruption. If its darkest before dawn, it will be born from THIS struggle. Today global warming, over population, are all words, details, the uncredited mothers of a spiritual renewal. Desperation is imagination. Remember that. Confusion and solution are inseperable. The day is hidden in the womb of the night. And we can see the world in videos. The shores, the forests. In those fields of flowers, are the photographs, memories, of mother earth. She too IS purging, on a spiritual quest. To ask what is important. What is necessary. What is she willing to loose to survive. She gains from humans, and that is a misunderstood concept. She invented technology. Its HER creation. At the expense of many…At the creative expression of possibility. Of randomness and lottery. When we retract our responsibility to a higher force, a larger vision, its not about us, any of us, or the animals. We may live longer then the creatures going extinct, but flooding drownds everything eventually. The tallest may drown last, but if the water are high enough…
Tornadoes, windstorms, floods, meteors, all existed before humans, and our existence is birthed from this reality. Dinosaurs are fascinating, but were also at their most targeted when they were at their most abundant. How does one protect against A.I.? All of the fears we project on our future? There is a flood, rising, but rising slow enough to seduce us that it wont rise high enough, fast enough, or even at all…There is one survival technique to embrace. Non-resistance. In its essence. A beautiful acceptance that we arnt inventing these times, we aren’t creating A.I., global warming, all of our global problems. Spirit is. Spirit is on a psychedelic. On a path. Spirit itself, is on a pilgrimage. And we are walking beside her. Like it or not, we are walking with her. Are we the mother by our babys side? Or are we the baby, enduring the sideeffect of a mother going through her journey. We are too young to help. The lesson is have no fear and no regret. No loss. All is planned, all is worshipped by spirit. Chosen by spirit. Birthed and exactly how spirit chose it to be. Relieve yourself of the suffering you inflict on yourself. That is the lesson. There is no circumstance to far to justify self harm, no reason so valid to forget self-love. In that understanding we are born. We are brought to spirit. That sobering is the drunk. That discovery is the new horizon. Spirit is a larger world then the material world. Larger than lifetimes, than distance, and our imagination. Every thought of the world fits into a ball in your hand. The cell phone is that manifestation. It is just a manifestation of that. Our addiction is not wrong, not distracting, or cutting us off from one another. It’s a new drug, expressing one quality. Embrace that. The cell phone IS the global warming, the pandemic we fear. Its already on its journey. There is no fear of that. Nostalgia is fine. But the housing crisis is an embracing of nomadic life. The once settled culture is now nomadic. Change is good. Unaffordability is good. It spurs movement. It opens up the rest of the world to you. It is not a bout repeating the last generations security. Their lives had a billion different factors. And the sooner we live our lives, our generation, as oppose to our lives based on the old ways, the better. The buses wont come on time, the apps wont work, needing the job, staying in the house, indecision rising, animal welfare falling. The pain of us needing things better. Orcas disappearing, tribes displaced, locals having no housing, that’s just as big a problem. But accept a force is controlling the play. And that’s scary. What stops us from not quiting our jobs, feeling trapped and panicing? These fears, how do we soothe ourselves? What would cacao recommend? Its not sure either. Cacao shares your fear. You too walk in this world. You too are in the same boat. Looking for an ember of rational. Wanting to leave your body, your circumstance, can happen through dance, trance, patience, And theres no free lunch. A walk in the park reminds you to be courageous. It asks for that in exchange. The 2 for 1 inspires you to give. Nature provides nothing for free. We cant hand shake the masters hand.

 

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