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Disappearing for Invigoration – Postcard #78 via video

Disappearing, invisibility, loneliness, depression, anxiety, being lost, trying to not be found, trying to find white space to invigorate… Sometimes these weave together, other times (perhaps) each remain exclusive.

Gord Downie, Jack Kerouac, Charles Bukowski and me all try to figure out the nuance in different ways atop Turkish street music, trains from Kerala and Moncton, and various ephemeral music snippets.

Note: Also available in audio-only via all normal podcast channels and elsewhere in this library.

Disappearing for Invigoration – Postcard #78

Disappearing for Invigoration – Postcard #78
Disappearing for Invigoration – Postcard #78

Disappearing, invisibility, loneliness, depression, anxiety, being lost, trying to not be found, trying to find white space to invigorate… Sometimes these weave together, other times (perhaps) each remain exclusive.

Gord Downie, Jack Kerouac, Charles Bukowski and me all try to figure out the nuance in different ways atop Turkish street music, trains from Kerala and Moncton, and various ephemeral music snippets.

Prepare to vanish with: Disappearing for Invigoration – Postcard #78 (23MB, 16:25, 192k mp3, stereo)

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Onward, upward (poem from Deb.)

My dear counsellor – who helped me so very much when “the wheels fell off” with sickness, death, career disruption, and finding new self with advice about letting go and floating – is travelling, writing, meditating, learning, giving… all over.

She wrote this gift and sent to me.

Martha's Vineyard (by Deb)
Martha’s Vineyard (by Deb)

Onward, upward 

Let the fresh air
float away distractions, unnecessary cares.
That tendency to carry sorrows
of others, in your heart, in your bones,
need burden your spirit no more.
No sense heaving that lore.
Your best
was,
and is,
all you need deploy.
And gift
that inner critic
a swift kick,
off the gentle path,
irregardless of where it lands.
Nature’s recycling
will reliably,
re-craft it into her hummocky soup.
She handles erosion, far better than you.
Let your sweat
effuse
forgiveness, toward you, from you.
This life, these acts
weren’t meant to be perfect, wise, exact.
You’ve learnt vast
lessons
from
endless folks of your past.
Expend unwisely no more!
Instead, embody your
fortitude,
as we redwoods majestically do,
Your bod grants you a naturalness,
this
style of presence
– to exude.
Venture now,
liberated of unwarranted strife,
boldly stride,
up nature’s steps of life,
allowing
supportive connection,
when you need or like,
or when it’s most wise.
You sweet soul,
Onward, upward, lithely glide
up, up to luxuriate in the sun’s inviting light.
Retreat mediation room poetry
Multiversity 1440
Scripted by DebJoan Hall-B
March 15, 2018

Post’d: Bring it all together with a cappuccino + desk full of stationery

Tip 3 for beating the blues: cappuccino and a desk full of stationery and postcards, Sending treats to friends and strangers hoping it will transmit a virtual hug, via Airmail.

Today’s batch includes Latvia, Singapore, Olympia, Logan, Mexico and who knows where else… Oh and also Provo, Norman (place not person), Coquitlam, Kelowna…

How are you feeling? Do you need a treat? If so, fill out the “postal club” form.

Sending treats into world

Postcard artifacts for therapy from bed whilst in fibro crash mode. Sick of illness ~ duh, however enjoy sending treats into world to perk up others. .
Message me address and maybe you’ll get a treat #slow

Another batch of dispatches…

Another batch of dispatches underway. Handwriting still lousy but sentiments still true. Also must commend self of exceptional quality & variety in stationary (nice one daveo, thank dave) – this is my #therapy on quest for #reinvention & #reincarnation .

Post’d: 32 Postal dispatches (Karapatiya)

32 postal dispatches heading out into disparate directions today. Each featuring a somewhat unique missive, likely sorta illegible, inky stamped, and holiday-message-free.

Made with affection and admiration for kind humans.
Fondly, daveo

 

Transmitting dispatches to the future past

Transmitting dispatches to the future past

Just doing some scrapbooking…

Just doing some scrapbooking. Makes up for memory loss and helps with coordination skillz. Also, art.

 

 

Goodnight 2014. See you 2015

Good night world. Goodbye 2014. See you tomorrow 2015.

PS Scribbled up 10+ pages about generativity, gratitude, the present. Another time.