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The Importance of Changing Perspectives

Raise your hand in front of you, palm outwards, and look at it. Take a moment to take it in, and see its shape, see what it is. Now turn it over and look at your palm. Once you’ve taken that in, spin it around. Look at it from close, far, up or down; move your fingers around. What you have just done is exactly what you did when you were first born and were exploring the world. This is the first thing you did; your own hands and feet were the first subjects in your life of discovery. This is the innate wisdom of the child. We spin our hands around to get multiple takes on them because simply looking at your extended hand without seeing the palm or where the skin bends in the joints it is difficult to know what it is, and what it is for. Sure this might sound silly now, but that is because you know what hands are. When you were born you had no idea, and this is how you started the exploration of hands, most likely followed by experiments with smell and taste. (more…)

Talking World War III Blues

** Hey all, I turned this school paper half into a blog post, and I thought I’d share it. Enjoy!

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He appeared, a little bit out of nowhere. My eyes opened in a start behind my sunglasses as Bob Dylan’s guitar and harmonica suddenly began to play on my shuffled music. I was on a crowded bus, and before me stood a young man. He was tall. His long brown hair was cleared from his grey eyes, and fell onto the brown jacket he wore over his checkered patterned dress shirt. He looked nonchalantly studious, or studiously laid back, I couldn’t tell which. He seemed a bit clumsy, and a bit goofy. The coincidental combination of this odd looking man, and of the corny up beat Bob Dylan guitar and harmonica made me chuckle. Not meanly, but the song just seemed to fit his personality perfectly. (more…)