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Hooray! wild is the heart is now available through amazon and estores! I’m excited to share my story and my adventure with all of you. Don’t be shy buy it and find out what’s in store for your self.
After my first book of poetry came out, I remember how excited I felt. It was a whole new world for me. The world was full of possibilities and I was ready to seek them all out. I loved that book and nurtured it through the process of doing promotions, book fairs, poetry readings, radio and T.V. appearances.
Then came a period of not writing. Something that was very foreign to me. I had spent all my time in promoting my book that for a while nothing new was coming to me. I had come to a full stop in my creative process. This was, of course, annoying, irritating, and frustrating. I didn’t want to force write because my attitude toward writing is that it should come naturally in the moment. That feels more authentic to me. To capture a moment on pen and paper. To free the thoughts swirling around and expose it to the light.
Wild is the Heart, was born from an adventure I had in rediscovering life again through traveling. After a few years spent in the midst of some grand changes in my life and new expectations that binded me to a mundane form of living, I realized that I had to wake up and do it quick before the moment passed me by. And so I spent some time going within to find a way out, and I did and this book gives a glimpse of the life that entered back into me.
I am happy to announce that my book titled “wild is the heart” will be available on amazon October 23!
It seems to me, sometimes, that life and I have been long time friends even family. We know each other. I am comfortable with life and life is comfortable with me. Then there are times where it seems like life approaches me at some bar a total stranger trying to get my attention. In which case, life and I have to start from the beginning re-introducing ourselves trying to get to know each other. Complete strangers in an unfamiliar night. Trembling in each others thoughts to find the space where trust can take root once again.
Life changes all the time. One comes as one is leaving.
The only time I have ever known life as my dearest friend and companion was during my younger years. We roamed together day and night. I had full trust and that made us inseparable. But as I grew, too much came in between us. Either, life or I or we both pushed each other out. Maybe growing up and leaning more towards my thoughts becoming a singular being instead of an omni presence I lost the beauty of imagination and creation.
Now, we have to find each other again. From the early morning haze that settles upon us to the deepest black of night, we must chase down our monsters to make clear to each other who we are. We must rescue each other because we are each other’s first love. The best thing that ever happened to me…Life.
Sitting by a big window. It’s so transparent. I can see though it into the world of trees and bushes existing neatly next to the pieces of my face. The tea steams hot with the scent of mint and the comfort I feel from its presence is enough to bring me back to myself.
A couple walks into my coffee house world. They barely say any words to each other. He orders the drinks, she goes to the bathroom, comes out, then he goes. Her phone rings. She picks up and talks. He comes out, gets the coffee’s. She’s still on the phone. He motions to her with his head to leave. She gets up gets her coffee and he opens the door for her and they walk out.
A group walks in all dressed similar. Their leather jackets read, “Bikers for Christ”. What type of drink do the Bikers for Christ like? Do they go for the hard core straight shot of espresso or something more like a vanilla soy mochachino. This must be the happening spot. They take their time and catch up on their day. A very nice bunch.
There are two women sitting to the right of me having a conversation about party line. I’m not sure what a party line is. They don’t look like the party type of girls. They are both dressed very conservative, but then again I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.
To the left of me there is an awkward conversation between two people sitting across the table from each other. I think it might be their first time meeting for a date. She laughs with hesitance a bit loud a bit uncomfortable. He sits and his eyes wander to all corners of the cafe. She looks at her phone and to the guys of the Bikers for Christ crew. She references to them several times making the guy even more uncomfortable. He’s wearing a blue metro uniform with his name on it. He must work for the metro. She plays with her hair and talks too loud.
I am sitting alone in a coffee shop in unfamiliar surroundings. I haven’t been alone in a long while. Just me and my head. Something is in the air. I’ve been feeling it for the past few days now. Something is here or near. Things are once again unfolding like a blanket of stars spilling over this world. There are love songs playing in here, and I am sitting alone, drinking tea, just being. I’m sitting alone. This feels really comfortable in some way. I am comfortable in sitting right here, being alone, listening to love songs, to coffee being brewed, to peoples voices appearing and disappearing with the swing of a door.
Everyone’s world colliding temporarily.
She said:
Are you riding on the back of a shooting star and clinging to the harmony of the galaxies afar?
Are you wandering in the streets of your hearts desire and spinning in the vast ocean of the blue-eyed butterfly?
I am plagued with remembering back on the days where the sun-kissed our souls and lifted us up with its rays…days where the wind spoke to us of its misty corners…I miss feeling like i was a feather…nothing on my shoulders or my back to carry…just an open mind and some music to dance by…some stars to sing by and a river to fly by…
I can feel it! I feel a tremendous change coming! I can feel myself on the verge of walking on water! a miraculous life is on its way.
He said:
A vast world full of hope, I traveled far, I traveled long…i waited for the answers but none arrived…I looked inside my own heart and saw everything i love and hate, i looked into your heart and only saw love perfectly absent of hate. the pain will come before bliss and then we will see who has stuck by their word and who has fled in fear…but please do not cast your shadow upon those who have feared. We all were scared…remember?
I awoke to a cloudless sky, to a red rooftop that reminded me of the far east, to my tea steaming warm against my face, to thoughts of hope to memories of the past.
I awoke to a day.
But I have not let go of all the yesterdays. It has remained in the crevices of my wrinkled hands.
I. I am. That feels strange, to actually recognize my self. To recognize the “I” before the world. To make “I” visible and the world…the world invisible.
There is nothing. It’s rough, it’s dirty, it’s even creepy.
You want to know what type of life can exist out here in these harsh conditions.
And then, there he is. Leonard.
A fully awake spiritual being dedicated to love.
He is one of those extraordinary people in this world that make you smile for no reason. He is magical. Leonard has been living off of the land for over twenty years. He is now 78 years old and shows no signs of slowing down or being 78 for that matter.
Skin darkened from the desert sun. But his eyes burn with blue birds and his soul shames the light from the sun.
Wait, let me back up a little and tell you the backstory of Leonard Knight.
He ended up in the middle of no mans’ land by accident. Driving from Vermont to California his truck broke down in the desert and he broke down crying. He wasn’t always sold on love. He asked God for help fifteen times and just like that he awoke. That’s how this one man journey of salvation began. At first Leonard was only going to stay for a few hours and built a little monument to thank God for the love he had received in that dark moment. And of course there was a much grander plan for him. That’s how Leonard began what is now Salvation Mountain. There are pieces, like a tree he built from huge truck tires and sticks he found laying around that took him ten years to do. He smiles telling the story because at the top of the tree he painted seventeen blue birds in twenty minutes and that’s what he became famous for. Leonard and his blue birds.
His soul is free. He has a purpose. He is such a happy man.
Leonard is so beautiful. He sparkles. He has childlike playful excitement about what he has created. And let me tell you what an astonishing achievement he has single-handedly imagined and brought to reality all for the sake of love. Yes, Love! He has built a mountain from adobe, hay, paint, sticks, and tires.
He has a great motto, I love it, I think the entire world should adapt it “God loves us first…so keep it SIMPLE”
Yes! Thank you Leonard!
Keep it simple. Of course.
As I leave his illuminated world of color and love behind, I can’t help but wonder about all the Leonards of this world existing quietly and building patiently. I leave and face the road and face my reality with the hope that I too can dream up my own awakening.
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