I was a model yesterday for a photo art piece that my friend Melinda is making (see selfie above). It was a blast. Thanks for letting me play muse Melinda! You know, I used to hate stepping in front of the camera but life seems to be changing that for me. That's a good thing. When she shares the final piece, I'll share it with you as well.
I'm currently completely obsessed with this author Christopher Ryan's ideas about human sexuality, relationships, our evolutionary psychology and all the questions this brings up. He has an amazing podcast called Tangentially Speaking. My favorite ones are called The Shrimp Parade (includes Joe Rogan and Duncan Trussell). They are vulgar and smart and I can't get enough of them. The other one I love that is blowing my mind is #69 with Daniel Vitalis. It's all about re-wilding the human species. It's fascinating, and for the record, if my hip needs replacing when I'm 90 just stay the fuck away. Daniel's commentary on the "zombification" of humans just stopped me in my tracks and what he has to say about the idea of "safe sex" is illuminating. Listen to the podcast, you'll see what I mean.
Through Christopher Ryan's site, I found this film about the movie She and the questions it poses about love in the modern age. It touches a nerve for me at the moment (for personal reasons that I'm not yet ready to write about). It beautiful, go watch it.
My mission for next week is to get PRINTS MADE (using Social Print) of my digital photos, specifically my Instagram shots. Then I am going to populate my Project Life album and share that with you. I really want to talk to you guys about the power of tangible albums and prints so that's coming as well.
And lastly, My friend Jen sent me this poem knowing the archery reference would be appreciated. Love it.
Your children are not your children
They are sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward not tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are set forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and he bends you with his might that his arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies,
so he loves the bow that is stable.
Today, for many of us, is the true start of summer, the kids are home now. This is a good and a bad thing for me. I welcome sleeping later and slowing down but I hate the feelings I get around keeping them busy when it's boiling hot outside and not playing video games all day (ugh, such a drag). Routines go out the window and life gets messier for us. Here's wishing us all luck with that struggle.
Happy weekend and happy first days of summer friends!