Monday, February 22, 2010

What Inspires You?






















I've been pondering this question for some days now. It all started when I got an email from Point 8 Forum Pecha Kucha Charlotte. It was an invitation of sorts to submit to be a presenter. (If you're wondering what Pecha Kucha is check this out: http://www.pecha-kucha.org/)
Charlotte has been hosting Pecha Kucha for a year (I think!?) I've only had the pleasure of attending one of them. I was thrilled to see so many interesting and creative people that live in my city turn out and mingle. I wondered at the time what the possibility of me presenting would look like. I envisioned it in totality, but I didn't have any idea how long it would take me to accomplish it. I still don't know, but I'm ready to submit an entry.
So on to the reason for this post, which is the question, 'What inspires me?".
Today I saw one thing that has inspired me many times in the past. It's a duck crossing sign. For real, it's official. But, someone (who I can only image is brilliant) took the time to put a decal on it that makes it look like the duck is hula hooping!
Franz Ferdinand. http://www.franzferdinand.co.uk/ They inspire me, yes they do.
People who are willing to risk losing everything to be true to themselves inspire me.
Single Moms inspire me. I can't even imagine how hard that must be. Even though I'm divorced and technically 'single', my son's father is active in his life so that allows me time for myself. I'm talking about the Mom's who do it by themselves 100% of the time and still manage to stay sane, upright and moving forward. God Bless them.
Har Mar Superstar inspires me http://harmarsuperstar.com/
My son inspires me beyond measure.
Beautiful words inspire me, here is one of my favorite poems:
We Have Come to be Danced by Jewel Mathieson
We have come to be danced
Not the pretty dance Not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance
But the claw our way back into the belly Of the sacred, sensual animal dance
The unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance
The holding the precious moment in the palms Of our hands and feet dance.
We have come to be danced Not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance But the wring the sadness from our skin dance The blow the chip off our shoulder dance. The slap the apology from our posture dance.
We have come to be danced Not the monkey see, monkey do dance One two dance like you One two three, dance like me dance but the grave robber, tomb stalker Tearing scabs and scars open dance The rub the rhythm raw against our soul dance.
We have come to be danced Not the nice, invisible, self-conscious shuffle But the matted hair flying, voodoo mama Shaman shakin’ ancient bones dance The strip us from our casings, return our wings Sharpen our claws and tongues dance The shed dead cells and slip into The luminous skin of love dance.
We have come to be danced Not the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance But the meeting of the trinity, the body breath and beat dance The shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance The mother may I? Yes you may take 10 giant leaps dance The olly olly oxen free free free dance The everyone can come to our heaven dance.
We have come to be danced Where the kingdom’s collide In the cathedral of flesh To burn back into the light To unravel, to play, to fly, to pray To root in skin sanctuary We have come to be danced --WE HAVE COME.
-by Jewel Mathieson
All of the people who make the Opulent Temple at BRC possible, and the people who come there to be danced inspire me the most.
Long Live the Opulent Temple!
opulent temple - burning man 2007














































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