Creativity is the mental capacity to generate novel and useful ideas. It’s this really alluring thing just on its own, isn’t it? Even if you don’t understand what it means or how it works, the notion that anyone, anywhere, can generate unique ideas from seemingly nowhere is a real type of magic that you can see and touch and be a part of.
Don’t read this because it’s gay and it’ll make you gay but.
I give this certain training on a pretty regular basis and in the training, the participants go around the room and talk about the best leaders they’ve worked with. Usually I talk about my current supervisor, who is great.
When I gave it yesterday, on a whim I started talking about Nat. How positive and encouraging and insightful and inspiring her influence has been for me and for us. And I got choked up and had to cut my turn short but. I’m so lucky I know her!! I’m so proud and happy to live in the house Nat built!!!!
I started slacklining in college, Boston—little did I know that an excuse for skipping class would soon become my obsession, my passion, my catalyst for travel, my … my little wiggly rope thing. The slackline.
I dropped out of college early to pursue travel out west and rock climbing. But when I moved to Moab, a veritable mecca for the sport of highlining, my relationship with the one-inch nylon became much richer and exploratory. I was surrounded by some truly talented individuals. I watched them float gently over giant canyons, inspired to stand myself one day upon these thin strands of courage suspended high in the sky, above my doubts and anxieties.
With constant practice, and I mean constant, I slowly developed my sense of balance in this strange world far above the ground, which I could not float above before. To feel one’s breath and steps, movement through the universe—suspended in space, airy emptiness all around, one with the webbing, its movements stretching with one’s mind, breath and body—this is the highline. Before I knew it, this feeling had captured my attention in a very profound way.
After many, many, many, many attempts, you may be able to walk a highline. It’s hard to say what is so different about doing it with a leash, but it is quite different and there are many things to be learned from this practice. Patience, perseverance, timing, in the moment-ness, all things can be realized in a fleeting dream of a moment as one’s spirit passes through realms of understanding by means of rhythmic movement across a slackline high above the ground. This is just one reason why I love highlining and slacklining: there is an obvious connection between the “slacklife” and living a life in a philosophical way.
whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse , or songs that get you into the writing mood , pick 10 SONGS you find give you the urge , the drive , or the creativity to write for your muse , then tag your favorite peeps to get an insight on their musical inspirational feels.
i. foo fighters - hero there goes my hero, watch him as he goes. there goes my hero, he’s ordinary. // the foo fighters is an aesthetic i’ve pinned to my portrayal of jim since the start. the main two being those listed here, but especially this one. jim kirk is an ordinary man from some podunk town in the midwest with a legend attached to his name. he’s an ordinary individual doing extraordinary things.
ii. foo fighters - everlong if everything could ever feel this way forever. if anything could ever be this good again. the only thing i’ve gotta ask of you, you gotta promise not to stop when i say ‘when’. // jim lives in the moment. he always has. there’s no point in living in the past or being anxious about the future. he’s always sort of just lived on the edge - on whims. and he’s an adrenaline seeker! he knows his own limits, but he likes to push them to see how far he can fly without burning himself out.
iii. deftones - minerva such a strange numb. it could bring back peace to the earth. so god bless you all for the song you saved us, oh. for the hearts you break, every time you moan. // honestly, i think this is somewhat private / intimate, considering the lyrics. or that’s what i think of when i listen. peace, earth, sexual identity. gratefulness.
iv. the snake the cross the crown - fields of ius
‘but everything is so beautiful and nothing hurts’, i tell myself, but i am so alone and so scared and so anger less. but i must carry on, towards his rise, in hands through the waves. and oh so fragile hands, so there, oh, just like my own. // i think this reflects a sort of permanent struggle he’s frequently met throughout his life. from younger years to older. he is alone. he lowkey fears dying alone. any anger within him is ultimately assuaged by existentialist thoughts or views. what’s done is done, so, he must carry on. his hands are still fragile - he even develops a slight tremor in his left post-beyond.
v. elton john - rocket man it’s lonely out in space, on such a timeless flight. // this one’s pretty self explanatory. it’s a classic. not only for main verse, but also for modern verses. this is one that i can imagine jim kirk singing to, or humming to himself. it’s definitely a fave.
vi. the national - bloodbuzz ohio stand up straight at the foot of your love, i lift my shirt up. lay my head on the hood of your car, i’ll take it too far. i never thought about love when I thought about home. i never thought about everybody i know. // this is a little sexually ambiguous, but i feel it reflects a conflict within jim. from iowa - bed to different bed or what have you - to the academy, not as promiscuous - to beyond, not at all the same kid he was once. so i associate this more with his time in iowa and sort of feeling his way around blindfolded. trying this and that, searching for something that seems unobtainable or frightening, aka the notion of real love.
vii. wild nothing - only heather dressed in the moonlight and paler than bone, she has got something that i’ve never known. i couldn’t explain it, i won’t even try. she is so lovely, she makes me feel high. misunderstood yet she’s good i can tell. though everyone tells me i’m under her spell. i’ll never leave her, they don’t know our deal. // this can honestly be applied to the moon itself and his undying fascination for the earth’s satellite. perhaps when he was a kid, he’d picked out a favourite spot in the high grass and daydream for hours in the evening. or gaze up from, his window at night. or perhaps this can be applied to a female that once skewered his heart who he associated with the moon and its hypnotizing allure.
viii. lou reed - perfect day just a perfect day. problems all left alone. weekenders on our own, it’s such fun. just a perfect day, you made me forget myself. i thought i was someone else, someone good. you’re going to reap just what you sow. // going out. cutting it up with a few good friends. probably mccoy or spock. scotty. uhura. sulu. chekov. but just being with someone who makes you feel like your time is worthwhile and that they hold you high regard is enough to enough to chase personal demons away. he needs that from time to time. just someone to laugh with. make memories that’re actually worth keeping.
ix. mewithoutyou - messes of men the propeller’s spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves, as there’s mistakes i’ve made no rowing could outrun. with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass, i’d never want someone so crass as to want someone like me . i still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel. i drank a thimble full of fire and i’m not ever coming back. // self - explanatory , again. there are mistakes. numerous mistakes he’s made. harming himself. unintentionally harming others with his flaky emotions in his younger years. his own self - inflicted detachment that stems from unresolved abandonment issues. it isn’t always pretty and spotless. his glass has been abused , neglected , run dry and without any filler of real worth. sulking , again , is useless. amends will be made accordingly and if they confront him , otherwise to live in the past is another useless excuse to procrastinate today.
x. sun airway - put the days away
trying not to die is so taxing, you take a breath just to let it out again. waking up is an exercise in trust, that you’re gonna find something to hold close. trying to move on is so taxing, just stacking up all those failures and accidents. we’ve thrown our weight on a mountain of mistakes, i’ve watched in the dark and counted them all. // he’s experienced every one of these thoughts and more. sometimes more frequently than he’d like to admit , but given the rank he carries , he has to weigh mistakes. he has to reflect at times , especially when considering improvements and what changes he should make so that he can become a better leader. a better friend. a better lover.
whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse, or songs that get you into the writing mood, pick 10 songs
you find give you the urge, the drive, or the creativity to write for
your muse, then tag your favourite peeps to get an insight on their
musical inspirational feels
001. The Wolf - Fever Ray 002. Crazy = Genius - Panic! At The Disco 003. A Dangerous Mind - Within Temptation 004. Thoughtless - KORN 005. Raised By Wolves - Falling in Reverse 006. The Hunted (Apocalypse version) - Snow Ghosts 007. Fury Oh Fury - Nico Vega 008. Killer - The Hoosiers 009. A Demons Fate - Within Temptation 010. Pendulum - Pearl Jam