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DIY Art Retreat

And back I go to my home planet...

I spent a few days on Facebook to do some business communiques and felt just as gross as ever from seeing all the things I saw.
I refuse to let that be my reality though...so off I go back to my home planet. The one good thing I found out while there was that the monks are in town and that is actually a perfect thing to put into my week.
I will not get political or make judgements but it feels an awful lot like Im surrounded by "addicts of a non drug variety". That being... political addicts whose whole lives are consumed with arguing their point with anyone within earshot 24/7. Their entire feed is nothing but praise and condemnations for this and that and somehow they have neglected all other parts of human interactions with friends and family.
Go have lunch with your friends people, discuss a funny movie you saw or your dogs latest antics. In short- give it a rest for a minute and connect with your soul again.
This post is about reconnecting.
I just decided over coffee today this would be a week of going deep. Not keeping tabs on the internet and not reporting back jack-shit to the world. No check ins, no "look what I can do!"...nada. A shhhhh kind of week of reconnecting without an audience.
A DIY art retreat where I dont go away (no $ for fancy vacations) but I go IN...and go deep.
(Painting I started and currently dislike but it will be a butt kicking for me and I will grow from it...)

Refine my practice in the studio, meditate, go see the monks and be reinvigorated and heck...Bob Dylan is even on my calendar...so music and soul fulfillment to cap it off.
In a world of cheap instant gratification and over indulgement of the ego via the .com portal...Im ready to jump off the BS train and just get REAL. Whenever I think back to my past conflicts and negative feels its all been delivered through this little cellphone and the internet.
I'll be back in a week (maybe) with the tales of my travels to Strawberry Fields...where nothing is real...and nothing to get hung about.
Enjoy life, laugh with loved ones, cook a new recipe, break those rusty chains and run free sweet ones! ✌


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