reBIRTH

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Commandeering the blog reigns here, to send another message of rebirth. (Didn't we do this last year?) Rebirth, rejuvenation, invigorate, stay hydrated. It seems I have a cycle, dear readers, to suffocate in June. But alas, what can you do? I did, I read a self-help book. (It made me feel less crazy - bonus.)

In lieu of falling prey to any more inspirational gurus, I call to you - it's summer! Don't fight your urges! This season do two, if not three, or all of the following: (Enter your own list here, or feel free (!) to follow along with my list below.)

Learn how to do something you didn't know how to do before, but pretended that you did.

Finish that project that you keep telling yourself is almost done, but it's not.

Get. in. the. car. and drive. No, really.

Eat better.

Skip the sunburn, buy the sunscreen.

Get the play station, or the smart phone, or the net book, or whatever piece of technology that you've wanted but have continually talked yourself out of for the last year.

Walk the dog.

Keep your eyes open.

Turn off the TV - it will all be there come winter.

Call your friends, they miss you.

And when you're done with all that, read more (look at the pictures!) about Julius Gerhardt, mastermind of the wildly freeing outfit above, HERE.
PPS. Still working on that mad-unvieling, but you know how these things go...it's taking longer than expected...await with bated breath....

DEFY Monday: Summer Refresh

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Okay, so summer has been here for a bit. We've done the thing. Sweat the sweat, drank the drink, got out of town a bit, with more getting-out-of-town to get got.

I don't know if you've heard about the East Coast heat wave, or maybe these are just the good old dog-days, but my anticipation of summer has turned into some dirt-encrusted heat exhaustion.

I need a new pair of cut-offs.

So I am taking inspiration from our temperate climate July fly the cicada, in an overnight transformation molting extravaganza make-over this guy goes from tree dweller to flying the skies. Brand-new and free, a breath of fresh air in the bogged down days and nights of heavy humidity.

A ruler straight nod to the coming fall? I am not saying get serious yet, this cicada bug does not - known in a classic Mexican mariachi song, romantically, as the one that sings until death.

I am just saying - take a shower!

I am going home to put my slip-ons in the washing machine and to shorn myself a new pair of jean shorts.

Learn more about cicadas, here.

And for more transformational art, check out Cicada Magazine, with works like the one below from Sam Bosma.

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How's that for sporadic? Oh you get the picture, now get out there and DEFY Monday.