Plug plug charge. Hmm. Where is the on button on this walkman? (I’m having a retro ‘80s moment). Ever since the guards at work upgraded their stereo, in which we could blast back to the time before smartphones internet and all the digital b.s. , yes I said it. I’ve been in an unplugged mode. I’m calling it a new spiritual practice for a digital age. Go ahead, I double dog dare you. Can you last a minute or more with out a digital fix???? That’s one side of the coin, often coated with judgments’ easily oozed from my mouth about “virtual” friends of “kids” now a days and how utterly clueless they are about being real.
Here is the newsflash. I’m the idiot.
It’s amazing to have lived long enough to know there was a time before now. Don’t get me wrong, I know these exact moments in which we are breathing are the good old days. AND, some means of conducting life were actually good in the ‘80s. Like our healthy way of dealing with the bullshit of life was loud doses of obnoxious rock and roll. We weren’t nice, we didn’t poo poo meaness or sugar coat the reality of idiots getting more rights than the innocent. If someone was innocent and getting trampled, we yelled or fought about it if we were of a mind to protect the innocent person or situation.
On the flip side, we never loved nourished and supported each other at an open mic. My hat is off to the youth in Flagstaff Arizona. Last Thursday I witnessed a room full of young people, with acoustic guitars, guts, creativity, guts, and voices, guts, share their hearts, and being cheered no matter what the talent level was exhibited.
I admit it. I’m not that far from the old fart category, to some yes, to me not yet, but I’m very willing to embrace this if I get to wipe off my shit shelf of judging the next generation when I get the honor and privilege of witnessing them opening in public supporting each other. I have a finely tuned nose for drugs, alcohol and general stupidity, my b.s. meter sprung a leak from inactivity.
And my amazement indicator broke the upper end of it’s scale. There is a segment of the young adults on this planet who can unplug long enough to be creative, and support each other. Wow, hello world, HOPE.
We are going to be ok. Please don’t focus on the dark crap in or out of your life. Please seek the rays of hope wherever, however, they show up and embrace them.
Oh, and p.s. I even got up on stage with my band and we played a song. WHAT A RUSH!!!!! Do you need a new drug or healthy distraction between your ears. Go to an alcohol free open mic, like the one at Sundara Tea House in Flagstaff Arizona on Thursday nights, and share your creativity.
So yes, I’ve been exploring the quiet reality of unplugged life while plugging into a music(my band now has an album for sale(another big joy bomb blasting in my current reality), soon to be on itunes, I’ll send a link as soon as it’s available.
Anyway…
Please be who you really are…
Because It helps me see who I really am..
When we are real together, guess what???
Better chance of not feeling or acting crazy, and maybe even making healthier choices.
Peace,
George
