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Sent a note to the #GiftingRug Crew.
Expressed intention to meet tomorrow at 3 at the Park.
To start the process of our First “Art Kit.”
Inspired by Laurie’s story, a fellow dog owner, who worries about glass cutting their feet. She stepped up inspired to work on an art project. Though, humbly, she said she doesn’t have the “creative bone in her body.” (Good one!)
We’re going to take the bark out of Broken Glass by building a crew.
To participate, meet at the #GiftingRug near the un-sculpted trees at 3.
Bring brown paper bag and gloves. And extra supplies
I hear the voice of the outsider artist
Telling her story of gentrification
Tired of the bullying
The pushing out
We need a permanent space to express the transformation of Dolores
A place where we can gather at anytime of day or night to create and make or be there for someone who needs our presence
This Mission is to build our community. Then we’ll turn technology into replication. The magic kind that only humans can do.
They are the ones who live life experiencing through sensation
Being with scarcity, guarding intention
The resources lost were not those in commerce but are the true minerals and gems
This is expression in all humility
To be with what is and call it like I see
To be the one who is a vessel for those that strum
And answer their challenges all in the one
By granting permission for them just to be
The artist inside true story that’s me
This is is how it will start
Everyone together, doing their part
Gifting their resources whether knowledge of process or skill of craft
And provide a place for us to contributed directly to the good within our community and always be part
Of their story of transformation
Of the technology replication
To have our songs heard, and expressed in unison
But if not now and for us, all outsiders, one
Then when and why and for whom and how much
This process will be to reverse engineer the virus that taught us to hand someone elses expression to our children and let them consume
We need to let them be whatever they need to be
A space to imagine. Invent. And be free.
This is our mission. Our reason already won. By calling it out. And gathering as one.
We can do it together each person their part. Using their superpowers to transform the world they live in.
But it starts with a Rug a symbol in the park of where to gather
The temporary art handmade by the artisan
But rugs have always been the symbol that pulls communities together
To be artist is to be preent with what is
To see a problem and solve the challenge aesthetically
To simply state what is for others to hear
To inspire the builders and makers to lead
To assemble the crew, this crew blessed with gift of work
And participation through replication the storytellers part
This generation is not one of age or location
It is the song this place has been screaming since the natives left it
Leaving is hard
Especially from land you love
But when you can’t figure out how to keep it up, the Jones’ move on out
Our stand is together, space for all on the rug
The golden gift of sharing our gift will be won
The song of Dolores, her tune the outsider is being sung
By the community that lives here, that has watched its story unfold
That understands its magic, despite its simple call
And now they are coming, paid forward by consumptions trick of scarcity and guard
Buying up land, 15% over market rate
They don’t care because they don’t know the story of how it unfolds
They simply want its magic. It’s ability to let you just be.
To express who you are that is all we ever need.
To be the painter who can have the time to learn the process to finally be.
To create the mediums, of art, society
This is challenge of Good finally called
This is how we make a difference together, each one their part
The vandals broken car windows, repetition just bottled expression bubbling up
This is the energy our youth need to be motivated
To participate in the game by re-defining the rules we followed like sheep
How many windows a night must be broke?
As many as it took for the lesson to inspire the aesthetic needed to get to the root of the problem
That we are all tired of being pushed out
We are sick of feeling our own insides resourced for their gain
Just because they run the banks and make the rules that we never fought
This isn’t about pointing fingers, it’s only calling what is
So that we can band together as one beyond the scripted story
To meet outside of the box. In aesthetics hollowed grounds.
Channeling all those spirits within providing the Rug to be bound
Each community a story. And each artist will do their part.
To silence the bully by inspiring those that the bully respects
To touch the dreamers
The one who have experienced magic
And have the courage to share that vision in community
Instead of bottle it up, hidden under dining rooms table rug
But that is the story. At least that’s how I see it.
We start in our community, our home and be part of the solution
Motivation is not what anything other than purpose
To stand up for those who can’t
To express what they need to have said
This is the time
We have stated the vision
Community art projects in public spaces indeed the only mission
And we start in Dolores, that is the first piece
Its story of transformation, rapidly feeds
We’re doing this now together, unified only in our objective
To be proud of our home
To know that we did our part
Today we were alive
And tomorrow we’ll start
The hard work of building. The courage required. The need an enigma trapped in the mystery
This is our culture
To see. Listen. And make.
We are San Franciscans. A culture expression of transformation
That it is okay to transform
To be one with all
That your story is special, that you can be you
We magically transform through learnings inspired by the artistans within
The community projects will replicate authentic culture
Even finding their way to you and your heart
For this is all just happening because enough people have called it
And our listening is tuned to the voices of those geniuses on the rug
A rug is a metaphor. The community decides each monthly project. But a theme to unify us all will inspire collective intention.
And summon those geniuses who are sleeping in our spaces.
To storytell through the narrative of life as written as author
A good use of resources. Sommatic expression of gratitude. Perhaps even motivated for some by an interest in increasing value of space
But America was an idea, manipulated through replication, forefathers intention now lost
The poet of Sierra who expressed her tune in the park, was the clarion call to get to work and don’t stop
She expressed that this place called America is the place where the magic stopped.
That it was sunk to the ocean, seemingly lost
Her story of sadness, the one needed
To unify the cacophony of genius within these walls
The part of the story where we felt it was true
To fix this mess by realizing that the problem is the replication. The replication of fear that we don’t have enough.
That our collection of ficticious wealth replaces truly valuable
That our idea of space for imagination is a world scripted by others
Our heads in to their games, believing the part
Aldous Huxley I feel you, running through the veins, you want to take over and ride reins
But Garcia’s Hunter and Kerouac’s Cassidy stand near. With the one in the hat, Larry Harvey sitting near. The jazz which inspired the beat which is the story of their son.
This is about empowering you with the rug to create your culture
A framework for purpose, motivation clear
A public piece of art, created by the community for the community
To do the most important work
To replicate the culture which started in Dolores Park
They will call us the names, so we’ll gather in public spaces
Look for the rug in the park. Show leadership. Start organizing.
You can be the one that was part of the solution.
To turn the wheels on collective expression
To let stories be told
That inspire the genius
That speaks the truth
Which motivates the crew
If this then that a melody for the ages
A viral technology spreading through recognition of the Rug as the platform for collective art
So head to your park, bring the artisan rug and offer the seat to the genius who needs to be seen
She is the outsider, the one scared by the bully
It is Sierra. She is the one. This was the space where she quietly sung.
And listened we did. Despite lovely, shared distractions. Because it was then we could listen with feeling, somatic expression
And spirits of those that sat in this space
Deployed safely in The Nest, all together one crowd
The freaks and the weirdos. The fatties and gays. The dog owners and families. The dudes needing to lay. Down on a bed, their belly full through community but spirit restless in a fear motivated by a world of scarcity
Write the book of your life.
Get up right now. Ask your neighbor if they have a rug made by hand that you two could take to the park and start the artisan collective. The Good League using Gifts of Aesthetic to solve the challenges caused by mindless replication
You too have experienced this touch.
I’m merely writing what is running through me. What I have tapped by being open to what is. And a loss of paranoia of the world of scarcity when my superpowers are useful
Go outside. Talk to your neighbor. Ask about the Rug. Tell them the story of how creation of rugs in many “cultures” are experiential storytelling technology to bring us back together. The real deal.
The lesson first learned through visually processing the process of making honey by nature to understand how man too could play a part
This isn’t the end. The beginning is now.
It starts with your expression to answer the how.
Sierra’s the one with genius channeled expressing.
Her voice somatically felt and expressed in a safe zone of love. A place familiar to those aesthetic who see that the rug made by hand will empower us to lead.
To provide the space for the genius to participate
Community centers, in every public space, the global goal
These words are the Gift empowered by those bullied artists who still know what needs to be done
Judge Less. Do More.
The Gift meant given.
Be the Gift you were Given.
It’s time to live a life by your part.
This is real work. Not judging or lounging. No spectators present.
This is not a movement. It is the process of building.
Inspiration channeled in messages collected in the invention of the Gifting Bag at the #GiftingRug, a first step of self-expression.
To encourage the other artist is to recognize her spirit within. All organically produced, signs of the analog experience of truth.
“Believe in yourself.”
“Tell your friend that you love and appreciate them. Share love for more love.”
“You are awesome!”
“You can change the world with the choices you make.”
“Today is just one day. Or is it the only day?”
“Do the dance move you rock at home in public.”
“You are perfect, whole and complete. Everything is all good.”
“Things are good but people are amazing. Love. Share. Be.”
“Yes, just yes. Don’t doubt.”
“Hug the next 3 people you see.”
“You are worthy.”
The spring has been sprung by the story of Sierra
The embodiment of true love. Nurtured by authentic love by both mothers.
And finally given a beautiful space to simply be.
To ask the tough questions of us.
To keep us honest.
To inspire us as community to have children. To stop resource guarding. To recognize and call out the silly game of scarcity which generates bullys.
This passion is your passion. It is your community.
Express it however you are touched. Focus on your block.
We all have our superpowers and gifts. Find first the one with the artisan rug.
Hang on. #GiftingRug now. The work ahead. The community delight. The energy now. Oh, the energy now.
Hang on. They know now the truth that a moment ago wasn’t present. And now everything feels like we are the change inception.
Hold on. All the time now. Feeling it spread from person to person because that is how the story now tells it. Through conversation and touch, somatic expression.
Hold on. We can’t feel the courage love provides through technology. But it springs from each known neighbor and radically welcome the other.
Hold on. Be realistic, and know the work ahead. A principled foundation built by those that channeled this same inspiration. Our task to grab another rung and pull all of us up.
Hold on. It will be fun. And probably over too fast. Abundance virally.
Stand up. Together. The team.
Stand as the core that stepped forward today to do the work of building the stage for expression. Be proud to have empowered others to Build. Replicate. Lead.
Stand as gift for community. Be the one you are now. Seek out those feeling outside. Make space. Be the most welcoming crowd.
“Repeat after me. Build. Replicate. Lead.” Whispered to me tonight on a walk through Dolores with Jackson on lead. Through the sacred spot where the spark for the analog, primitive flame became a story worth telling.
We are the ones banished from the mundane. Awake from the somatic sorrow. Alive in love. Build. Replicate. Lead.
Payment is the expression gifted unconditional. Received in whole. Though returned in the oceans bounty of love. Build. Replicate. Lead.
Together its people will sit around flames of digitals remains. Looking down at their children. Realizing their missed presence and business to blame. Build. Replicate. Lead.
Like ‘59 this artist is present but with a craft for the brevity in the now. Armed to lead the community to provide space for courage. Enough to write the plan to outsmart them by re-writing the script. Build. Replicate. Lead.
To express our gift and be in the community that is present. This is our ritual, purpose inception.
Build. Replicate. Lead.
Since the idea for #GiftingRug generated this past Saturday, our small band of neighbors who live near Dolores Park have come together three times to have dinner and work on the project.
The input has developed fast, authentic community. A space where we can be vulnerable and safe. Momentum. Friendship. Fun.
Last night, after our final dinner before the event, we made a Story Now podcast to express what #GiftingRug means to each of us.
Community members participating include Chef Wally, Tim, Ali, Gabe, Emi, Cat, Everett, Irene, and Duleesha. Their experience of the #GiftingRug is the Story Now.
This story took place after an amazing meal gifted by Chef Wally Bomgaars at The Nest. Thanks Wally! Thanks Gabe and Ali for helping me clean up.
Something special is happening. Can you feel it?