A beginning...

It all begins with one little book, - the Bible.
Okay, no. I am just kidding. But it does begin with a story.
It's the tale of a gorilla desperately seeking pupil, -
an avid student to share the biggest myth of all with.
"Guess what?" the giant ape asks, as she sits in a pretzel-like posture behind thick, metal bars.
"On planet earth, and in the course of evolution, human beings caused no more of a stir that that of a jelly fish."
"That's right," her honey brown eyes sparkle,
"you aren't special."
"And, not only are you not special, but your way is not the way.
There is no one right way."
"Did you hear that?"
"THERE IS NO ONE RIGHT WAY."
The grown adult sits there, on the other side of the enclosed cell, perplexed and with a crease in his forehead.
With four fingertips, he scratches his head.

So, what happens when the notion you were raised on, when the narrative you've heard since birth, is proven to be exactly that, - a story? A simple tale? A fabrication to maintain reality as you and I both know it?
What happens when you begin questioning every aspect of that story? When you know, deep down inside your guts, when your cells tell you, that something isn't right. When your body fights, tooth and nail, against performing the same repetitive sequences, day in and day out. Yet the story remains, unchanged.

"I get up, the sun rises. I go to work, the sun sets. I go to bed,the pattern continues. And I do it again tomorrow because I have to pay for the shelter over my head, and for the food in my belly." The primacy of money and materials has become godly. Force ensues, and a people succumb to believing that there is only one right way.

Ask yourself, "is this the right way?"
Close your eyes. Take a few breaths. In through the nose, out through the nose. In through the nose, - feel your belly rise and your chest expand. Out through your nose, - feel your ribcage drop and your belly contract. Sense how your weight is sitting over your pelvis and how your shoulders are hanging above your ribcage. Feel what your body tells you.

"What does your body tell you?"


"Welcome home."


You have landed.


Now, let me introduce to my friend, - embodiment.

A 21st Century Post-Human and Embodiment

Hallelujah!
The light has finally clicked on.
For years, this blog was mainly a place
where I would inundate virtual reality
with my post/post-modern meanderings.
"As an artist in this information age,
how do I maintain my connection to the ground
below my feet even as I venture deeper and deeper
into cyber space?"
was the question that my existentialist self
kept consistently pondering. Eschewing it in
prose, in personal narrative, in film, and in
dance. Now, finally, a concept has emerged.
Embodiment is the answer I had been seeking.


From here on out, "From the Ground Up" will
explore what embodiment is; what it means to
be embodied; and why, today, as we continue to evolve into
our "post-human" selves, embodiment is more crucial
than it ever has been.

I will include photos, interviews, and more, all
in the hopes of sharing this study with you.
Stay tuned, and subscribe.
It's going to get good, folks. Real good.