The Bracelet Slinger Blog

  • Mind Cartography

    Writing gives me a waypoint to navigate from in a world without a map...I feel when I write it down, and organize my thoughts, it creates a map in my brain that’s easier to make my way through life. It’s easier to distinguish which paths are mine, which ones were made by someone else and for someone else, or sometimes, create ones that haven’t yet been built. The path of honesty...
  • Journey of the Sun

    The sun travels to the other side of the world, nourishing all the life and wonders of the Earth. The sun...the most wise, humble, and steady traveler...sharing its gifts with everyone and everything without discrimination, need for attention, or payment of any sort. Traveling across all the skies of the Earth...
  • A Desert Mind is a Sea of Thoughts

    The desert is a different sort of wilderness. There’s not much standing between the mind and the earth. Distractions are limited. So much of its beauty depends on the mind. Its dry and inhospitable land can also be a sea of thoughts and a place of healing. The land is the canvas, the mind is the brush, and...
  • The Art of Losing Control

    Control is a shell.  Armor.  It is not what is flowing inside and not what is flowing outside.  It is a wall between the two.

    We let go of our control the safer we feel within our environment and within ourselves.  The two work together as a balance...when we feel safe on the inside...we feel safer to venture out...
  • Art and Adventure

    I believe art and adventure light up the same part of the brain - the part that handles discomfort, being out of control, and where everything else yields to curiosity.

    So much of art is about getting comfortable in the unknown and being open to the unplanned - getting messy and exploring...
  • The Art Effect

    Powerful art digs deep into the dirt, into the dark cold ground and connects with the roots of others. It is not just about the beauty that blooms on the surface...it’s about the depths that went into making it that nobody can see...that they can only feel. When you take away the unseen making that goes into a piece of art...the raw emotions and flailing human spirit...
  • Life around the Sun

    I am most fulfilled when my life revolves around the sun. It provides me with a daily schedule, energy, warmth, a migration path, and complete awe. Out here, it’s much easier to be guided by and tuned into the sun...without walls, ceilings, and distractions blocking the view of the sky...other than the small space of the van that mostly pushes me to be outside of it rather than pulling me to stay in. Spending so much time directly under the sky, everything...
  • Re-defining Wild

    In the past week, I’ve passed through Slab City and unleashed some pint up teenage angst that’s been buried for a while. It felt good to tap into it again, and I think a part of me will always have that rebellious teenage spirit, but ultimately felt it was not the direction I wanted to focus on, and after three nights had enough of the reckless wild energy from humans rebelling against the system and craved the natural wild of the wilderness. I jumped straight onto my favorite backcountry trail in...
  • Joshua Tree

    My last night in Slab, I woke up around 2a and had this panic to leave. All of a sudden I felt like I was in a bubble, and I wanted out. I waited for morning, did my morning routine, and made a dash for it. As soon as I made it out of the town of Niland, I felt the rush that comes from escaping. I want to be lawless, societyless, liberated, humble, simple, and out of the system. But Slab is a system...
  • Slab Life

    Some of us just want to live. Some of us just want to live. Some of us want to be out of control. Feel every emotion, be off balance, and be human. Human. All human. Down to the very last scream till our voices have run out.
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    If all goes to shit I can always move to Slab City.
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    The noise of society is replaced by a styrofoam cup scraping...
  • Living is Art

    Life is wild.  This one life we have, this blank slate, why would we want to paint it like the person’s standing next to us?  Why would we want to draw what other people tell us?  A blank canvas is for our own selves to explore, practice, experiment, express, stretch, fumble, do over, get our hands in and forget that there is anybody watching.  I suppose...
  • A Lesson by the Sun

    In tune with the sun, I feel most energized and most rested, and life makes most sense. It teaches me resilience with its steady movement, how to balance between light and dark, encourages me to travel, and reminds me of the value of fire. There’s no need to get ahead or have a feeling of being behind when I follow the sun. If a storm comes, I rest while it rests...