"All you need is Love"

“All you need is Love.”

It couldn’t be more simple. Yet, it is complicated as hell.

Actually, one could argue that “hell” actually *is* the layers of confusion, ego, and fear that impede the nature flow of Love that is in us.

But our Love essence becomes buried beneath layers and layers as we grow up.

We are socialized from our first breaths.
We are marketed to, not long after.

By the time we are adults, we have no idea who we are.

We know the other type of cola is for old geezers.
We know that the other political party are a bunch of morons.
We know that the people we are fighting are godless terrorists.

We chase carrots without even knowing if we like the taste.

And we know that, in this dog-eat-dog world, too often it comes down to us vs. them.

But none of this has anything to do with who we are. These are stories that we attach to ourselves.
We are simply adopting roles – parent, Libertarian, Muslim, poor – and then act accordingly.

But when we strip away our stories.
When we let go of our labels and expectations.
When we peel away the socialization –
We find we are all very much alike.
We all want to love more and fear less.

We are all expressions of Love.

When we can reach this awareness of similarity and oneness, we can begin to feel love towards all.
Your smile makes me smile.
Your joy is my joy.

THAT is Love.

“All you need is Love”

“All you need is Love.”

It couldn’t be more simple. Yet, it is complicated as hell.

Actually, one could argue that “hell” actually *is* the layers of confusion, ego, and fear that impede the nature flow of Love that is in us.

But our Love essence becomes buried beneath layers and layers as we grow up.

We are socialized from our first breaths.
We are marketed to, not long after.

By the time we are adults, we have no idea who we are.

We know the other type of cola is for old geezers.
We know that the other political party are a bunch of morons.
We know that the people we are fighting are godless terrorists.

We chase carrots without even knowing if we like the taste.

And we know that, in this dog-eat-dog world, too often it comes down to us vs. them.

But none of this has anything to do with who we are. These are stories that we attach to ourselves.
We are simply adopting roles – parent, Libertarian, Muslim, poor – and then act accordingly.

But when we strip away our stories.
When we let go of our labels and expectations.
When we peel away the socialization –
We find we are all very much alike.
We all want to love more and fear less.

We are all expressions of Love.

When we can reach this awareness of similarity and oneness, we can begin to feel love towards all.
Your smile makes me smile.
Your joy is my joy.

THAT is Love.

Celebrating Family 2

I spent WAY more time at my parent’s today than I intended. I knew this “switch” to a Mac was stressful to them, and I wanted to minimize their obstacles. So when my mom asked if I could stay until my dad came home, I said, of course!
I even waited for dad to get home from work so I could show him

He got home late, and then wanted to eat something before looking at the computer.

I had a moment of frustration while talking with my dad over dinner. I had the thought, “I planned on being home 2 hours ago! Grrr!”

Then snapped out of it and thought, “Wait a minute…this is awesome! I’m totally having a great time with my dad. This is the good stuff. Relax.”

So I joyfully spent all night setting up and showing my parents their new computer.

I didn’t leave there until after 11.
It was a wonderful day.

Celebrating Family

6 years ago, I moved into a new place with my brother and his fiancee.

It was a nicer place and we all benefited from sharing the rent.

But there was a benefit infinitely more valuable: I got to know Jen.

Jen is my amazing sister-in-law.

So for the year leading up to their wedding, we all lived together.

And I got to experience the glowing soul that had won my brother’s heart.

Friday they celebrated their 5 year anniversary.

Tomorrow we are celebrating the 1 year birthday of their second child.
carter, jen

I feel so privileged to experience the ripples of their love.

Happy Anniversary, Jim & Jen!

Happy Birthday, Carter!

(And Happy Adventure Day, Caleb.)

Dedicated to Burning Man

A friend said she admired my dedication to Burning Man.

And while flattering, it sounded odd when i read it. I don’t feel like I do anything Burning Man-related out of a sense of dedication.
It is less of a choice.

It pulls me like a magnet.

It occurred to me today, that perhaps sharing Burning Man’s lessons is my, dare I say it, “calling?”

My Grandpa would talk about feeling the call to serve Christ when he was college-aged.
Maybe that is why he was so supportive of my relationship to Burning Man. He knew what I was feeling. He saw that my calling was the same as his – adapted to a new day.

The parables are simply about dust storms instead of red seas.

I am halcyon.playapostle.com.

Burning Man INSPIRED

Video from this year, “Exodus to Revelations:”

I came home from Burning Man with a vision.

A Pink Heart in the desert.

It is the evolution of several ideas I have explored over the years.

“Exstaslovakia”
“HugNation”
“The Pink Lounge”
“The Pink Ride.”

Enhanced by 1000 ideas from the amazing people who cross my path.

Grandpa Caleb.
Danger Ranger.
Edwerd.
You.

And then rolled up into an actual physical space, as well as a space of intention.

A space of Love.
Check out a visual brainstorm of the Pink Heart