Henry Rollins' Message to Us All

I found this video via UpWorthy. I love this site. I follow them on Facebook and it's always a joy to see them in my feed. With all the negative things that are being spewed on the news, it's nice to see things covered that are uplifting. It's awesome to see the good that people are doing in the world.

Mr. Rollins is someone whom I've watched and admired for quite a few years, now. Seeing him perform his spoken word pieces is amazing. In this video, he addresses "young Americans," but I think everyone can take something away from this video, to follow one's dreams single-mindedly.

Check this man out. My husband and I adore him. (I also have a signed poster from him that a friend in Colorado obtained for me. It's him congratulating me on my nuptials and it was a wedding gift. I consider it one of my coolest possessions.)

Without me gushing over this man further, I give you "Letter to a Young American: Part 1."

If you like interesting talks, also check out the site Ted. You won't be disappointed. In fact, I'll probably be linking some of my favorite videos from there to this blog, in the future.

Sometimes we all need a little encouragement or someone to hold the torch for us as we walk our path. Today, I send you illumination.

Be well, babies. And, remember that we're all visionaries. We just have to figure out where we excel.

Visionary Friends: Article

One of my Visionary Friends has been featured in the Indianapolis Star newspaper for his art. I can't express enough how proud I am of him. Expressing himself creatively has really changed his life and it seems as if he's "come alive."

Read the article here!

Again, three cheers for Andrew and I hope that you'll keep creating and inspiring others to do the same.

Remember, babies, we're all visionaries. We just have to figure out where we excel!

Driving Onward with Visionary Vehicles

My entire life, I've driven Cadillacs. My first car was a Coupe DeVille named Cherlindrea.

 Cherlindrea

Later, I had a strawberry red Seville named Joan. I got voted 2nd place in the "Best Car" catagory, my senior year of high school.
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Joan, the Seville, and I

The last Cadillac of mine was Janet, an black STS.

Janet

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Skydiving Samadhi: Episode 1

 Samadhi (def) --a non-dualistic state of consciousness in which the consciousness of the experiencing subject becomes one with the experienced object i n which the mind becomes still, one-pointed or concentrated while the person remains conscious. In Buddhism, it can also refer to an abiding in which mind becomes very still but does not merge with the object of attention, and is thus able to observe and gain insight into the changing flow of experience.  Wikipedia

In the summer of my 20th year, my parents took me down to the Richmond Boogie, the second largest skydiving event in the world. My father has always enjoyed planes and air shows, so I had been taken to a number of them in my youth.

All afternoon, we sat in lawn chairs and watched people fall from the sky. Starting way up high, you could hardly see the plane, let alone the people as they began their dives. Slowly, a dark dot would come into focus, no bigger than a bug. "There!" My father would tap my shoulder and point up into the blue. The dark dot got bigger and, soon, a brilliantly colored blossom of parachute would unfurl. The diver slowly and gracefully floated down towards us, landing as a full-sized human on the air field.

Skydiving Samadhi: Episode 2

Finally, it came my group's turn to dive. Divers were loaded in the plane. We sat in a long line, legs outstretched, almost in each others' laps. I was in my Senior Masters' lap. The plane, to me, looked like the plane in Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom that carried Dr. Jones to India. I could almost hear the chickens squawking over the engines.

There was a wave of excitement that swept over everyone as the plane began to taxi to the runway. I calmed my nerves, looked out the window and prayed. "Great Spirit, I'm going to fly, today. Please take me in your hand and bring me safely back to Earth." This prayer would continue until my moment of truth.

Skydiving Samadhi: Episode 3

Back to Episode 2


At first, I wasn't sure I was out of the plane. The first couple of seconds of free-fall stretched into what felt like minutes of nothing but blackness and the feeling of wind on my face. I had no awareness of falling, no concept that I was strapped to another human being. It was nothing but tranquil being. Then, I opened my eyes.