Little chickens wearing dove tails, trying to fit inwhen they fly they will fallno amount of practice will get a sky seeing chickenyou may cluck close to ground yet your praxis lay eggs and wake souls out of bed work with your strengthwith your landwith your grain wear your feathers in might, with pride P R A C T I C E : pieces to life’s parcelrepetition reliability redemption recognition; of selfrecognition; of other

We are bred to see potential, baked to fall in love with itThe world around us keeps our tastebuds aroused we ride moving buses, windows cracked, tongue out tasting almost everything, but never having a meal never descending for foot to find soil Your days end in bed, in states of vertigo, often dreadstimulation of potential in sheets of statictastes and sights and even potential traffic,so much OUT THERE! You start planning, scheming, thinking Lists of projects underway a project: beginning, middle, and endhopefully, finally - a meal - comforthopefully, finally - ground - relief Projects are beautiful marks of human ambition,they punctuate our world, shed light on our purposevessel our potential, Yet, Praxis are the sum of our values in kinetic actionno beginning, no middle, no end

My potential will grow as I practice:my values / my philosophy / my actions / my presence/ my mind’s interiors/ my heart’s accents / my foot print on the ground / my thumb print on your heart / my breath in this world kind, relentless, consistent practice . praxis

Some days the bus ride is long and drearythe trail is monotonous, sameness takes hold, the journey gets wearyno new sights to seeno new thrills to seeknot even people to meet no taste. no potential!The grace you will find is in your consistent practice of packing your lunch meal,day in - day out - day before, the predictable grace of praxis.

Praxis is not finite, it does not endin its corners are the many and multiple ways of human kindcreativity / iteration / discovery / expression / (re)invention / action / imagination / craft … Projects articulate the breadth of your visitand; your visit has depth only in practice, Eyes can glaze over you as a “failed project” and; yet you will never fail in practiceyou do not practice to make perfect you practice to learn pitfalls the pitfalls that become the nodes of your compass, the syllabus of your classroom magnetically directed, intuitively wired; electric blueYOU:polish your methodprimp your techniqueprime your toolshone your skills soften the edges on your thumbs and feet

Praxis let you show up projects help you show out one makes you visible to yourself, one makes you visible in the world one holds your pen inone throws your net out options, choices, decisions, and action: the fish of this sea pen and net, hold them well, make sure your compass is near keep an ear out for your calling’s bell

Fall in love with callous skin on palms and finger tips Crush, crush on potential. The potential in ether, in scent, and know; Know that olfactory satiation can get you sprung but never fed 

Almost always any crush is cured with proper acquaintance ( Alain De Button)

Love the practice of lifting, of bending, folding, the mundane dish washing, the helpful palms on hard nights. The practice of showing up in reliable, consistent color. It is not the rainbow, but certainly you wont be soaked in rain. 

so many waves in the bathtubdrain that water, wear your suittake to sea, practice ’Spede

Fodder

Finding this video edit of one of my favorite songs that held me through the first lock down was both extremely funny and endearing.

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