I feel like I can run 10 miles
And then eat a cake, straight out of the singing bowl of Rage
Mind spouting obscenities
How did it come to this?
Why am I shooting off the mouth like a loose canon
spiraling through the atmosphere?
Where’s grace, goddamnit?
It’s about not being listened to
It’s about not being taken into account
It’s about blame
Doing it wrong
Get off –
FADE IN: woman and man.
She: I was in a Uber car, well, really Lyft but you get what I mean. Jamal, my driver, asked me what I do. I said nothing. No really, I said, “Nothing,” all nonchalant and shit. He took a second to understand, much like me, really, I mean who says that?
I said nothing. Ugh. What kind of despicable human, am I?
A week later, I’m at this yoga retreat and someone asked me again. I was just about to answer Nothing, when I stopped myself and took a gulp of my piping hot apple cider, burning my mouth. And I pretended I didn’t hear him, or maybe I pretended to react like I was still thinking about what we just talked about. I looked stupid, is all. Well, if I’m not sure what your intentions are, I’m going to blow you off.
I know damn well who I am. Why is it hard to say it, “Who me? Oh, sure, I’m an artist.” Or, “What do I do? I do greatness. I am greatness.”
Mohammed Ali would say “I’m the greatest,” so why can’t I?
1. I believe in Evolution, the process of upleveling.
2. I love to laugh and see, by first account, how humor unites us.
3. Yoga / meditation / a healthy lifestyle are my jams.
4. If it’s not a “Hell Yes!” I’m not doing it.
5. I want to cry when I start to sing.
6. I believe empathy is the secret sauce to healing and change.
7. Curiosity and Beginner’s Mind are the most frequented tools in my tool box.
8. “I Have Time” is my new religion.
9. My father’s death taught me how fleeting this life is.
10. Love is Love is Love is Love is Love.
I’m thinking on the humdrum of it all…
There’s a song that blew my socks off a few years ago; where suddenly the world contracted into a small butterball in my hand.
The stark realization that we’re all connected, in some way or another.
The song is Everybody’s Free to Wear Sunscreen.
A music video by Baz Luhrmann, one of my all-time filmmaker heroes.
The lyrics are taken from a famous essay — written by Mary Schmich, my yoga teacher and a columnist for the Chicago Tribune.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind
the kind that blindsides you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
FADE IN: two at lunch.
She: It’s like the texture of smoke.
She: You can see smoke even though it’s translucent.
She: That’s how it felt. It’s there but not.
He: Dark but translucent.
She: Uh-huh. I guess that’s progress, right?
He: I would say. It was way worse before…
She: I know… I still feel the darkness, though.
He: I’m sure that doesn’t go away. I mean, not right away.
She: It can get scary.
He: So, why don’t you call me?
She: I wanted to but for some reason, I couldn’t.
She: Weird how that happens; we’re mute but screaming for help.
He: I get it.
FADE IN: friends over tea.
A: She said my chakras are outta whack.
B: All of them?
A: No, the one’s that count.
B: They all count.
A: The fuckin’ crown chakra and my third eye. My third eye, man! That’s the whole enchilada right there.
B: How bad?
A: Well, the crown is half closed and the third eye is completely shut.
A: Let me repeat myself: it’s fuckin’ shut.
B: Wow. That doesn’t sound like you.
A: You’re telling me! How the fuck do I open it?
B: Wait. Do you believe in that stuff?
A: Well, if you tell someone they’re shitty at something, it gets them going. Especially when you’re talking about the third eye business.
B: But what does that mean to you?
A: Fuckin’. I don’t know. Like God sits there or some shit. It’s serious business. God, I had a feeling, you know.
B: Come on.
A: I’m not fuckin’ playing. I had a feeling, it’s like I new it all along.
B: Okay, so what else did she say?
A: She told me to do this: [raising arms and speaking to the sky] “I SEE.”
A: [Laughing] Daily. Do it with me. [Arms stretched] “I SEE.”
B raises her arms.
A/B: I SEE.