What’s Yours is Everybody’s

Moving, along with death and divorce, is one of the three biggest stressers on the human spirit.  According to my sister, anyway.  Having experienced all three in a very personal way I can attest to that and say that moving, though last on my list, is still in the top 3.  It wasn’t my own move that got me thinking about this but that of a friend of mine.

I find it a little ironic that the freest spirit can be the hardest to move while an unmoving fortress-of-a-person can fit all their belongings in the trunk of a car.  The weight of the suitcase has no  relation to the agility she who carries it.  I asked the question the other day that Brad Pitt once asked me, Ed Norton actually, from the role of Tyler Durden…something about me owning my things or them owning me.  It occurred to me last night both is true.  Sitting in the Alps while the things I’ve collected and cherished the last 32 years gather dust on Cape Cod, Manhattan, New Jersey and here at home I couldn’t make an inventory of what I own even if I tried and yet I decided on many occasions that these were the things that I needed to keep.  These were the things that I could not live without…and yet I live…without…and all is fine.

I don’t know if its true of everybody but the more I let go of, the more I gain.  We have an infinite capacity to hold onto love and beauty in our hearts and minds but the same is not true of our cellars and storage spaces and attics.  It’s like the notion of letting love go so that it can return on its own terms – a similar effect is true for stuff.  Making art, hanging art, giving it away produces more space and, as a result, more art.  Same goes for love.

if the whole world’s singing your songs
And all of your paintings have been hung
Just remember what was yours is everyone’s from now on

My legs are bruised from schlepping LP’s up 6 flights and with each trip I thought of what, in my own life, I can let go of.  I’m happy to report that, although I am spread out, I don’t have much left in the way of things.  This weekend I will try to lighten my load a little by selling off some photos at pmk which will free me up to frame and shoot some more.  Letting go opens up so many options to begin again its a wonder more people don’t purge more often.

It’s 2 am and the Chianti has gone to my head and I think I’m rambling.  Ive been a whirlpool of contemplation lately in my dire effort to restore balance and fight my new, workacholic tendencies and the process of seeking myself again has me muddled like a Milk and Honey mojito.  Hopefully a springy weekend filled with talking, hanging, picture making and (hopefully) some beer drinking and sun-soaking will un-muddle me enough to stop rambling yet leave me minty, limey and refreshing like the alcoholic snowcone that I miss and love.

Here’s a tune for you (and me) to enjoy whilst you check some pix from our mostly failed but totally fun twilight photo shoot in Pil.  My toes got cold prematurely so we bailed before we were done but it was rad while it lasted…

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Luca Flies

Wanna see some more pix from our woodsy fun?  Click here for the whole album.