lil rambling on a sunday…

i’m blogging again, so soon.  it’s how i love to write.  and the instant gratification of sharing is awesome.  i enjoy reading blogs too.  when i am done writing this, gonna check out my blog roll and catch up with everybody.  i want to paint hanuman.  this is gonna break me out of my painting dry spell.  i feel it.  perhaps i need to write a hanuman tale too, to call my muse back?  i don’t know.  but i know i need to paint him.  i keep walking by a canvas all ready to go.  avoiding.  why?  it feel like not wanting to put the effort forth.  though i know, that once i break through the wall, it’s the most fun, to paint.  the wall is the challenge.  those first two minutes of a new painting…when i need to let go of all control, and allow my hand to do what it’s gonna do.  i tell ya, no amount of labor can compare the the unique effort of letting go to let something out not in conscious control.  it doesn’t have to be an effort i suppose.  maybe this is my training?  just read an article about nike sponsoring the empowerment of girls in other countries, where their genitals are mutilated, they are told what to wear, hit, raped, pregnant by age ten, impoverished, and treated like service agents.  (feeling the blood boil as i type this.  anger anger anger).  nike using it’s corporate power to help stop this mistreatment feels like real movement.  interesting that nike is the greek goddess of victory. we are living a modern myth.  of course a part of me wonders what’s in it for nike, not trusting any corporation.  but i also believe good can infiltrate the system.  and it needs to.  whomever has the power in the nike corporation, might really care about the welfare of girls.  i hope so.  with every cell in my body, i scream, “please nike, be for real, help change the world.”  yoga wiped me out today, it was hard, and only devotion got me there.  i imagined myself to be hunaman throughout the entire practice.  body felt like iron.  hunaman moved me into every pose.  he’s with me.  how can a monkey jump over the ocean to end my suffering?  that’s a line from a kd song.  got my lapis on.  large blue moon over the heart like a sun.  sun coming through black curtains, in attempt to keep my place cool.  yesterday i soaked up the sun, sitting outside the cafe, reading “dune”.  intense to read that story while soaking up that star.  felt like history.  oh the braiding together of fiction and reality…myth and life…soul and body…until no boundaries exist…and the center is endless.  now…time to check on the rice…