A World Without Categories...Art Is Why I Get Up in the Morning...You?

An S.O.S.: Calling Upon All Angels

Joy Matters*

*Passion & Compassion*

Seek out, seek in...always seeking, always on a journey to bridge the world within with the world around.

Knowing that so many are hurting and alone when there is no need.

If we could just pause long enough to turn the tide.

We are a force of nature because we are nature.

Even when the oil runs dry, the sun will still fuel us. All the panic takes us further away from our natural state, our connection to the creative force, and to the brilliant power of simply being alive. 

Enjoy the ocean if you can and work toward it.

I aim to use my time to add to the creative rather than destructive forces vying for the Earth's resources.

I have found over a million Earth angels on the same mission: to create sustainable beauty out of life.

Let this be a prelude and not the exception.

I honor the lights of this great city as a power point for change, as the center of art, and as a vine of near-ripe revolutionaries.

Artists, women, good people of the Earth rising: rise some more. 

*Revolution begins with personal evolution...

Bless & Be Blessed*

Saturday, August 16, 2008

the first time i turned on the TV in over a year...

*being roped up by the tube - escaping virtual enslavement- concept my own- images by Allison Kramer.

wow - first of all, let me say: fuck.

i do not have enough time to write as much as i would like to about the last three hours. in fact, i could write volumes on every 30 seconds and what affect it is having on life on earth.

quick observations:

1. DRUGS (prescription or otherwise): should not run at all...let alone in every other commercial - prescriptions, cosmetics, food, and sex - manufactured everything- everything polished and air brushed to the point that many of the commercials use virtual people - these have cartoon cyborg 'sluts' selling raisins - fucking raisins - little shriveled up dried out grapes, which yes are a good source of fiber but so high in sugar. and this cyber chick suggests that maybe eating these grapes will land you a roll in Hollywood or at least a porn - the line is thin enough these days that it barely matters...

And the birth control ads - get rid of the 'curse' using this Christan propaganda. whatever happened to the red tent? what every happened to the sacredness of being a woman? of having the power to create life? to bleed and to nourish the earth? this sacred blood that sheds from my womb - giving me time to rest - to feel all of my emotions - to exercise away cramps- to breathe through it - to learn to love being a woman - to learn to love being an animal - it is the full moon - i will dance all night. i love bleeding during the full moon. it is the most powerful way for me to feel my connection to mother earth. These ads were literally telling women to "beat' mother nature - to trick her - to fill our bodies with artificial hormones that can kill. and then while you are at it why don't you have your chest cut open and fill your beautiful natural breasts with some oversized balls of poison? go on cut yourself wide open - no one minds the blood dripping from your breasts. then put lots of chemicals onto your hair that seep into your brain. then go out and get laid - do it. do it fast - make a splash. everybody wants to be seen - this is voyeurs bullshit. the more polished on the outside - often the less polished on the inside. i want to shine from within.

use, be sexy, healthy, sassy, and fun. but fuck all the beauty bullshit just to be some whore on display - just to be another blow-up doll. fuck that - celebrity/reality/America's worst strongest load of shit yet. and more than half the world is dying.

mean while real love is being lost and found.
mean while there are ways - so many ways - for you to be happy without any pills
mean while we can wake-up and tell them to fuck off
mean while we should be reclaiming our bodies and our sanity.

I will not put anything into my body that has chemicals added to it - or onto my body - same thing because the skin breathes.

I will not buy things that are not fair trade and organic. I will not have 50 pairs of shoes and a million and one little bits and pieces cluttering up my life.

I will not use paper that is not recycled.

Ah but all of these good things cost extra - I realize. and right now I AM ACTUALLY HOMELESS - roaming- trying to find the right ways to build this personal revolution without slipping into the thousands of temptations that stand in my path - some of them more tempting that others...but the vices are everywhere. It is near impossible to find integrity in these times...any sense of loyalty and understanding - loyalty beyond sex and money.

Understand that we have a value that is much greater.

much much greater and more beautiful than anything glowing off that screen - I promise.


I did not even make it past observation number one about the world's favorite little pacifier.

Now I must stop this and find some honorable ways to make the money I need to make room for a voice without sponsorship - a voice that is my own. Right and wrong do not exist - just ideas - and I am driven to share mine.

Happy Saturday Morning. I was in bed at midnight on a Friday in New York City - pretty good - not a single drink. I barely drink anymore. feels better. then I wake-up naturally with the sun only to see the nightmare created by these glowing little monsters that seem to be invited into almost every home - so crazy to me.


//not that some movies/docs/media is not also wonderful, great, and enlightening- but unless you have a willpower of steel and refuse to even flutter past all the junk in between, I suggest throw the life sucker out the window. Or better yet, have it disposed of properly. these things are full of lead and poison that is going to be killing the earth and life on earth for even longer than your eyes can stay glued.

Monday, August 11, 2008

she has won my heart, mind, and soul

this fierce and beautiful woman found me sad and shaking in a back alley. she has brought me back to life and given me hope in the good of people, the realness, that purity I was searching for in a world of so much glitter...but all that glitters is not gold...I have found through trial and error. but this woman, this creator, has brought me back to a place of hope. it feels nice to believe in someone so deeply.

love is possible.
realness still exists.

there is hope for us all
to shine.

to breath deep, to make the commitment to take it deep, and then deeper, to really plant and sow, honor and understand.

I feel so lucky to be growing the garden of life with this wonder, this shining star*

thank you,
thank you,
a million times.

bless and be blessed.


celebrating the life of a snow-queen-punk-angel who has all of my heart*

*she has an aliveness that I celebrate, a beauty that heals, an openness that leaves me in awe. She is soft and as individualistic as a snow flake yet as sharp as a sword. She has my heart open and my armor down. I celebrate her being alive and the privilege of being part of her life.

happy birthday ms. queen bee. happy birthday wonderful goddess. let the magic spin within you until it lifts us out of here like a big harvest moon, orange and warm.

the world is ours to play in. ours to love in. ours to care about and incite revolution for. ours to disappear from into the open waves. sail away with me. let us search out the paradise within.

like always and like never before.

i will meet you under the mango tree.

all my love.