Me in Paris
illuminated.
My good friend Valerie Veatch is producing a feature length film about the multi-faceted Chris Crocker.
In this video he talks about bullying, specifically for sexual identity. I think this message needs to be brought to attention. Especially since the number of suicides I’ve read in the paper from kids as young as seven being bullied for being different.
The message is still and always will be, we are all of the same existence and our differences only add more color to the “rainbow”. Bullies, grow out of it.
(Source: thechriscrocker, via thechriscrocker)
Photo taken of the Harvest Moon yesterday by one of my original mentors for peace and liberated living,
Devon G. Pena.
He founded the Acequia Institute, a non-profit dedicated to collaborative research and education for resilience and social justice in acequia farming communities of the Upper Rio Grande bioregion. The Institute exists to protect and promote the acequia institution as one of the oldest forms of local democratic self-government and to nurture traditional forms of regenerative agriculture.
“Sin aqua, no hay vida”
Gracias a la luna, la Madre del agua.
It’s easy to be called an artist. I’m trying to come up with a new word. I’m not defined by a single word. I don’t want to be in the spiral of choosing one thing. It’s when I’m not busy choosing that I’m doing the best things in my life.
I absolutely honor and respect the plight of the rural weirdo. Hang in there, you’ll be dancing in the streets of New York in now time
We are a tree growing towards the sun. If one branch withers we all suffer. Humanity is this tree and we are the fruits of this growth.
A ballet like no other ever seen before, Amande Concerts presents The Big Ballet, an ensemble of 16 Corps de Ballet dancers, each weighing no less than 220 pounds and united in a common cause; not to lose a single pound.
From Russia’s Ural mountains, The Big Ballet formed in 1994 and set out to deliberately and, above all, confidently challenge accepted social standards in a world where the pursuit of slenderness and beauty seems obsessive. The dancers courageously and imposingly prove that grace, elegance, charisma and nimbleness is not the demesne of the “thin”, proudly presenting their voluptuous yet surprisingly sinuous and flexible figures.
(via alchemy)
I used to be 17. I used to be 6. I used to be 12.
At one time I was 15 years old.
Now I am all ages. I am light reflected through a container, pretending not to be God.
But the truth is known, even if sometimes it is foggy and we choose to turn away from it.
Remember your source, remember behind your names and false identities.
Only light remains.
Love,
amy
Shout out to my muse sister lover dance partner Amy J. on this beautiful day of her birth! The world is so much dreamier with her in it, follow her at Jasperjenks.com
