A different kind of dust

>>Feel free to go upstairs and start setting up in the studio. Dirty but because it's used a lot. :) Be up in a few.<<

Jordan Woods-Robinson sent me a text as i arrived at his condo in west Orlando. Julian Maha had contacted him, sprinkled his celebrity magic dust, and now Jordan was apart of the latest KultureCity autism acceptance campaign. i was there to film a 3 min interview and show Jordan being his creative self in his creative space.

Jordan came in a few min later, clean in his appearance, clear in his confident speech, but letting  the wildness flow into his studio. It was a workshop of 20th century artist tools. A large computer screen flanked by high-end speakers, a wrap around desk with a violin and metronome on one end, recording equip in the middle, and video shooting equip on the far end. Studio lights surrounded the back of the desk, and head-height cylinders for catching the room echo were playing a game of sardines in the corners. The room wasn't big. It was filled with stuff. But it wasn't a black hole. These things helped produce, and from that room flowed a new album, videos and photos, memorized lyrics and rehearsed lines. It was a place where the outpourings made it in front of thousands, no, millions of people.

Jordan used to have a podcast encouraging people to do what they love, pursue the thing they had always wanted to do. And his studio is a testimony that he isn't a hypocrite! He lives it, through the muck of practice and the fun of performance. He is creating, and it's pouring out to so many people. 

He played a song for me on his violin. It was beautiful. It was impressive. But as he played his, i saw the layers of dust under the strings right where the bow graced them. There was so much dust! How many times had he played that violin? How many hours were spent here making, re-making?

Getting your work out of your head is one thing. Getting it out of the studio is another. If you are doing that, it's OK to let your violin get dusty.

Tiny Plants

Unaware of much else,
Their little leaves,
Filled with chlorophyll
Fill us with joy.


a few photos from Brenda's garden, Bethi's momma.

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Flowers from a walk

It's not a magical journey. It's not a fantastical one. It's not boring, but it's not unreal. It's the opposite. It's real. Really really real, and I am on it with Beth, my love.

She is wonderful, a treasure, and we are trekking together. 

Yesterday we went on a 2 mile walk, explored a lake, snuck through a yard, and thought about crossing a bog. On final stretches of the walk, she picked these flowers, and we carried them back home. Colors of fall are already springing up. 

A generation beyond stuff

This last weekend Beth & I spent traveling with her sister Melissa around Houston, finishing our trip at my aunt and uncle's country house.

It is always a place filled with great conversations, and during a particularly good one my aunt Susie made the statement that she is seeing the generations after her living post-things, beyond stuff. They don't need stuff to make them feel successful or measure how they are achieving. The next generations are free from hoarding lots of things to make them feel secure or feel they have made it somehow.

I am a part of the beyond-stuff crowd, and I want to embrace it. It is delightful! It is liberating! It is wonderful not feeling you need to acquire things as a way to measure you're success. And I'm just now starting to figure it out.

The innovators have been working on this idea for the last handful of years, and now it's becoming more mainstream. The more people hold their things with open hands, the more true a sharing economy becomes. We are open to sharing our homes and our cars and our time in a way and on a scale the generations before us would have seen as foolish. We are able to share openly things which were held precious and private before. It's a radical shift. 

This morning I saw a principle that had eluded me before: everything we have, we are able to give away. It completes the circle. Obtain something, so you can then share it or give it away. Keeping our hands opens not only lets us receive, but also share.

As Beth & I are stepping into our future, houses and vehicles and domestic objects are all on the menu board. All the options look attractive, but we want an order we can share, a generous portion to share with our table.

Saying good-bye to Susie! (Hope to spend a week or 2 or 3 there someday.)

Saying good-bye to Susie! (Hope to spend a week or 2 or 3 there someday.)

Nathan & Stacey | BELOVED

TAMPA, FL \\ Under the flickering palm trees, we laughed in the grass and heat. The sea breeze wasn't enough to fight the sweat, but Nathan & Stacey kept close and that kept their smile. With enough time to play in the park and then catch the sunset, we created this Collection as a showcase of their playfulness and inspiring connection.

Nathan & Stacey, thank you for being up for the adventure, for flying across the Gulf to play, and for being so dang awesome.