In youth, most people believe they will never live to reach (GASP…30!!) and sadly many don’t. In fact the age of 27 has become the gold standard of legendary deaths in rock & roll history books. Somewhere many a musician who overdosed alone somewhere tragically has also had the word “idol” placed next to many of their names. While so many other incredibly gifted players (some that have been performing 27 years at least, go unnoticed.)
There is even a “27 club” it’s been dubbed. Featuring the likes of Janis Amy, Kurt, Jimi etc. I’m not sure why anyone would want to join it (since they are members mostly by drug overdose) but every time a new “member” is in, people say things like “Oh tonight there will be one hell of a jam session in heaven.”
.. It leaves me perplexed on many levels. 27. The number of years Nelson Mandela spent imprisoned prepared to die for a belief in human equality. He went in angry. By his own admittance. Came out the other side a more mature version of himself. Full of life. A renewed spirit, forgiveness in his heart. Beloved. Unbroken. Life is full of choices. We all make good and bad ones. I’ve made plenty of both. Maybe hindsight and age gives me an edge maybe luck. Maybe I don’t mind my rock idols on the mature side.. Idk. But if given a choice of the club I would become a member of no matter the sacrifice.. I choose “Mandela’s 27”.
I’m exiting the large X-Ray machine at the airport security line (that quite frankly should multitask as a complete MRI and health physical and kill two birds as they say but that’s a whole other Oprah..) I pop out quick like a fox since I move fast at airports and I’m focused on coffee I am stopped by the arm of the female TSA agent perched right outside the scanner.
Me: ( thinking I must’ve bumped into her ).. “Oh, excuse me I’m so sorry!”
TSA lady: ” Just going to put your boob on my hand huh?.. I see how it’s going to be.”
Me: “Happy Thanksgiving!”
TSA lady: (chuckling) “Now that was funny!”
A film I’ve narrated..
Today I received this email from the independent film makers that I worked with a while back narrating a project for them called Mother: caring for 7 billion. Some people have asked how they can see it or hear me (other than my radio work).
Here is the info below, (the film is only about 1 hour and 9 min long) ~tw
It seems like yesterday when we first screened Mother to a sold out crowd at the Boulder International Festival and received a standing ovation! What a great ride! Since 2011 Mother has been viewed by potentially millions of viewers as it is being broadcast in over 10 countries around the world. In the U.S. Mother has been purchased by many schools and universities and it is about to be signed at LINK TV. In an effort to get the film seen by many more people in the U.S on platforms such as Netflix, Hulu and itunes, we are streaming Mother for free on Youtube for a limited time to build awareness and an audience in the U.S. We started the free streaming on October 11th for International Day of the Girl and it really took off about a week ago when the website Top Documentary Films embedded Mother on their website at http://topdocumentaryfilms.com/mother-caring-for-7-billion/
In only a few days the number of views doubled to 20,000 and is steadily increasing.
Please share this free streaming with your network of friends, family and colleagues.
Requested by Anon ~ Aerial Silks
These are some of the poses I’m working on .. .. Well and drops.. Big drops I’ve always loved. I’m an adrenaline junkie. It’s one of my vices. Like caffeine 😉
It is a tragic mix-up when the United States spends $500,000 for every enemy soldier killed, and only $53 annually on the victims of poverty
Martin Luther King, Jr.
A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born
Antoine De Saint-Exupery
People will always be tempted to wipe their feet on anything with ‘welcome’ written on it
Never take a person’s dignity: it is worth everything to them, and nothing to you
The present moment is a powerful deity
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love