Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Rebound is important. For example, basketball can’t exist otherwise. Catch an errant shot in your hands and start driving to the other coast. No rebound, no road trip. For those who romanticize the road, understand that it gets harder than a map.

How does one rebound from a gathering storm of loss? Loss is relative. So many of us have been subjected to injustice beyond comprehension. I know this. My heart is under duress now, that’s all. I should have seen it coming, but few of us pretend to understand loss. I just wish it would just space itself out a little more evenly.

Rebound is important. I have no control over the cosmos, no matter how they stack. Today I told mom I love her and grasped her hand and then talked politics with dad, and with respect, and he listened. He’s fighting his own struggle like me, and we need to be strong and reach a little deeper, and it’s never been much different than that. What more could I ask for in a day? Last Tuesday where I live, they broke in and cleaned out most of my remaining possessions. It hurts like hell now, that’s all.

How does one rebound from loss? You don’t. You go on. Maybe you don’t pretend to have as many things lying about for people to steal. I still have some of my old cassettes lying about, the ones they spared. I could start to rebuild an empire based on them, and that's enough for now.

The inevitability of loss is by necessity the means to make room for the new. Loss doesn't respond to sorrow as we do... it is unable to do that. If loss was affected by sorrow it would hesitate, at best, to do so. But then it wouldn't be loss.

But being human, I feel the sorrow you are experiencing from my own like experiences. View your sorrow as a fond remembrance of what once was and that will live long in your own memory.

loss can hurt in the bones like a perpetual toothache that can't be repaired by modern medicine.....my sister's daughter was murdered in 1995 and I never knew how much it hurt until the other night when I had a dream so vivid that I sprung up in bed, I had just dreamed that my daughter had died, and I felt her pain for just a brief second.....
I am touched by the raw emotion of this piece and the questions it poses....trying to ascertain meaning sometimes is fruitless and the truth is we must channel the loss into something that makes us feel comfortable....helping a friend, volunteering in our community, creating art and giving it away.....something.....keep moving my friend,
cause the next great thing is not in your apartment, it's out there in the world somewhere.....

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I was at a loss for words, I had the image of the ocean and I could not get past that to the words until I read mtmynd's Sunday Stream. Sea of Tranquility.

You write like Kierkegaard.

If that is too high brow let me put it this way.

You write like Ted Williams hit.

Two main things I'm sensing from this hard stretch of road-- reinvention of myself, my creation and music and ongoing absorption of knowledge and art, the tree will branch out again from where it was hacked-- and the general idea of giving back. Maybe it starts with all of that music taken from me and spread to the four winds. Just some impressions.

Thanks mt, saw, and truck. Appreciate the kind words very much.

last tuesday was the tenth anniversary of my mother´s death. A similar sunny bright day, but ten years after-before... ten years... wow...! it was a calm day this year, but it continues feeling oddly-catalist-different than the rest of the days.

I still have some of my old cassettes lying about, the ones they spared. I could start to rebuild an empire based on them, and that's enough for now. that made me smile. Sure, it is!

take care & keep in touch!

it stings and hammers. it's a winding road. this reading is what it is about. as much as writing it.

I am experiencing something similiar. but quite the opposite.
A friend of mine is dying, at his own will. if he keeps up his lifestyle, there is nothing anyone can do. like now. i am experiencing a living loss.

he never showed up for practice this sunday. no one has seen him for 3 days.
his brother commited suicide 4 months ago.

just a feeling.
a strange loss.

mr nazzy...this is me, giving you a hug. things are tough sometimes. but we get through somehow.

watch this movie: "elizabethtown". yeah, it's a little commercial, but it's also about a guy who hits rock bottom and then finds his balance again.

you'll get through this. i promise.