...art in motion...

the first snowfall of the season is something i always feel unprepared for even in its delicious air of rebirth...
...i struggle with the fleeting enchantment of it
as inevitably it leads to trudging soak-footed through slush and severely impedes frolicing ability, i like it hot. wintersolstice child or not. given the advancements of global climate shift we've found ourselves somewhere in the grey area as true north inhabitants... summer was understated and slid in and out without much impact
( we really ought to mange our expectations all around but we are programmed to want for the ideal comfort..which happens to be so uniquely varied that it couldnt possibly exist anyway)
fall has become an extended and long reaching state of existence... things died in their time this year, on schedule, without fail the seasons turned...natures pattern held fast..but was subtle-d.
yet everything seemed to happen in an instant... and we are looking down the barrel of december. as i grabbed my fur-trimmed winter boots from the back of the closet tossing shit everywhere artinmotionmadnessstylee...to get at them...i battled briefly with the welded-shut broken zipper then bolted outside to get a hit of fresh-faced freedom...i looked up into that first brilliant snow filled ceiling. ( artful flakes melting the instant they landed on my skin....
a car pulled into the driveway, dude had a construction workers get up on...
he said " hello...what's are you up to?...
" frolicing in the first snowfall"
he smiled. ...rambled something to the effect of how nice it was
" id love for it to snow just once a year, and id be happy" i mumbled in my usual mannerism, oblivious as to whether anyone actually understands ( i take the stance to this mumbling situation as follows: that if i come across coherent, i was meant to be heard by you) but it was the next sentence that sent me on this whole snow-frolic tangent in the first place
" you all ready for christmas?" it was then that it struck me i no longer have any concept of christmas, the mass-consumerist, oversensationalized, overpackaged celebration of debauchedgluttony that it is. im no scrooge. i dig a good festivity. any opportunity to be in the moment, spreading the love and digging on the good vibes of life, im down. revel away. the holidays are filled with magic. but occasion ought not know any religion. nor notion of giving as an excess and want.
im happy to hook up a good playlist on the ipod dock, old school studio one reggae, some dave matthews and elvis. id even throw a few carols on there for the sake of cliche nostalgia, few glasses of wine, some random in-house chaos, and always mad/bad dancing. doesnt take much to harness the spirit of the season. there's just too much over-pronounced materialism to fully appreciate what it means to celebrate the 'holidays', ( in a very fundamental manner, not as related to a holiday based on religious-beliefs,
tradition is meaningful to people. so this particular holiday's held fast, even as we've forgotten its roots. ( or never learned them to begin with)
what's important is gratitude.
being mindful of the moments we are given, we have only them. only now. and tomorrow never knows. being more discerning with what we put our worth in is essential to progression of our happiness. and that's what it's all about, isnt it?
that feeling. that all permeating ultimate-want. happiness. always fleeting. the only way to beat that, is to be in that fleeting moment.
presence.
gratitude for each instance. random runs into the snow. the first bite of a big green apple. sunrise...sunset....trees alive in the wind. its all beautiful. every artful moment paints the spectacular story of our lives.
wisened peeps will not miss this.
you can look forward to something or you can look at something in the palm of your hand.
dont devalue the meaning of the holidays, this can be achieved by looking at each day as a holiday, which in turn is a perspective that will lend to letting go of being a product of the corporatemachine.
give because you want to. not because you expect it back ( by karmic means or otherwise.) and not because consumer-culture demands it.

after i answered him "im always ready" i took off frolic-bound running...dancing in the grass...then spinning around and around... and vertigocollapsing under the dreamingtree in the backyard. i looked up at softvortexsky and said a silent thankyou to the elements, it was raw&unadultaerrated happiness. praise for perspective and a well-sharp gratitude for life.
freedom is free and its found in the moment.

dont miss it.