Attempts to communicate with the Universe. Lettres à l’Univers et autres destinataires.

Wow. Where I should even start… I first thought, spontaneously, “good riddance”. But the second after, I thought, “Wow, holy craperoni, no way, 2009 was actually great, intense, filled with lessons and experiences…” So here is how I’ll start: Thank You, 2009, you’ve taught me a lot.

Lessons learned this year sometimes came wrapped up in sandpaper. Like the one about choosing to stay true to myself, even if that meant explaining to Clarisse, time and time again over the course of a few months, that, no, breakfast in bed with mommy and daddy wasn’t an option anymore, because sometimes people just aren’t in love anymore, and to each his own bed, and that’s ok, it’s a grown-up thing and we still love you forever and forever and that will not change. Or the one about accepting that people’s issues are not your own, that you can’t change people if they don’t want to, and even if they’ve changed you.

Lessons also come in a shimmery coat of joy, like the realization that you can do whatever you want to do, that you can let go of the angst and the pain and the past, and embrace the cracks and the quirks that make you special and unique and wonderful. Or that in a few weeks, you’re able to conquer all five positions of the Tibetan Yoga cycle. Or that writing is what your life is about and you’ve already co-written one book, three screenplays, 25 songs. Or that you have faithful loyal brilliant caring talented inspiring friends across the universe and beyond. And, above it all, that your four-year-old child can one day verbally express her fear of death and a few weeks later, how much she loves her life. And isn’t it what it’s all about…

2009, you’ve been good to me. Good because filled with changes, friendship, personal revolutions, and love, in unusual unromantic ways.

I’m grateful. And looking forward to 2010. But more on that later.

Mad Love to you, and to myself, and to everyone,
MND

I realized last night that while I make a point of updating at least twice a day my Facebook and Twitter accounts, another point being I rarely duplicate my FB status to Twitter because where’s the fun in that, and the last point being that my tweets (silly word) appear on my blog every day… anyway, I realized that I had not posted a blog entry in ages. For various reasons.

But I read this article in the Stranger last night, posted on Twitter by the freakishly gorgeous inspiring mad woman, free spirit and artist Amanda Palmer. I might add that Amanda’s peregrinations (is that even a word in English?) are fascinating to follow. And the very insightful article, by a guy called Paul, concludes that Twitter and its likes will never replace blogs. Which reminded me of mine, and of its ramping emptiness this last month. The article can be found here.

So I promised myself that, however late I may be today, this week, this month (on work, I mean), I’d be consistent in writing blog posts. Now, promises are made to be broken, I know that, but I do want to remember what my Spring and Summer 2009 were like, which is basically rather good, after months of, uh, freaking out and sorting through the dead-end Ludo and I found ourselves in, despite our efforts.

My trip to New York, and the time spent with friends, most of them being the stupendously sublime souls that they are, and most of them looking at me with the eyes of love and open-minded tolerance, was cathartic. And I’ve been going up-hill since.

I’m happy to say that mentally and physically, I feel great. My health issues are officially resolved as of last Friday, and there’s a big part of me that truly believes it’s because of psychonalysis and yoga and talking to water, not because of the terrible treatment they had me follow. Yeah, I talk to water now. I saw these videos by and on this Japanese guy called EMOTO that went straight to my brain and heart. And I’ve got post-its on water containers all over the house now, and I whisper sweet nothings to water as I’m about to drink it, and just that process itself makes life more fun. I’ve also been eating raw food, green food, superfoods, living food, and it shows. I’m in great health. I feel good (hear music stomp in right here).

I could go on about how, yeah, I expect money to start flowing in as easily,it’d be about timle, come on already, and how much energy I’ve put in this break-up to make it as great as the end of the relationship was not, and how I’m giving shelter to this young gorgeous couple who’ve ran/been sent away from home a couple of weeks ago, or how Clarisse made my life a living hell before turning into an angel, and mostly on how late I am on work, and having a hard time concentrating. But I’ll save that for later. Here’s the video on water, though. It’s changed my daily routine in the last 6 months or so, for the better.

Mad Love always,
MND

I must say that witnessing your dancing and childcare talents today, during your session with the kids at Galerie Chappe, was an experience in itself. Add to that the thrill of watching Clarisse dance and shake her shaker, and you made my day!

This whole exhibition of yourself is quite something. Probably the closest to what an artist should be doing today, opening the spectrum and making whatever medium has been chosen an interaction with all other mediums. And Renkin’s photos are quite gorgeous. 

Next stop tomorrow, when I come at 3pm to attend the 5 Tibetan Yoga session I’ve managed to convince my instructor to teach! Finding myself with my feet behind my head with you guys playing live, man, that’s something I never had envisioned, despite my wild imagination… 

Mad Love,

MND

And it’s all livefed on www.jarviscocker.net.

People are unfortunately two-sided. Their divine love and light are coherced into sharing the space with a narrow impulse for survival, which itself is force-fed fear and paranoia by our sytem based on authority and power. And Conscience makes it harder to cope with that contradiction. 

Ok, I sound dramatic. But hey, what can I say, this is my belief. Human beings are taught to judge and accept judgement rather than rejoice for the miracle that life is. And when there’s a bunch of people together, and hierarchy, and power, as a means to serve an artistic end, well, of course, al hell can break loose, and hell can get tiring, unless you’re at an Arcade Fire or Polyphonic Spree concert. Or attending a church service, which I imagine has the same effect. To some extent. Connecting to something together and feeling the beauty and the hope and the vibrations of creative love, in hell and every where. Am I getting carried away here… ? Not even. 

So I guess that what you’re trying to keep up with the band and making music has everything to do with the opportunities to tap into that beauty. But yes, if you’re thinking about othert art forms, chances are you’re a little bored, or too atune to the music world to accept its humanity.

That said, Artaud performed entirely by children sounds like my kind of experience. Were you thinking of having them read the radiophonic poop/caca pages? Dreamy…

And THAT said, I’m thrilled you’re thinking of coming to check out Jarvis’ exhibition of himself in Paris Thursday, that’s the day I’m participating in the yoga class Jarvis and the band will be playing live to. Of course, it’s the Five Tibetans, my yoga intructor has accepted to take on the challenge :) Bring a yoga mat. Warm up on the Eurostar, the Tibetans are pretty physical. A little twirling will put your problems into perspective. And the gallery Chappe is walking distance from my home, so you can drop bags and what not if needed. Bring a yoga mat. Ha!

I’m supposed to leave that night for the country house. Need more writing done. So might not be around to take you around….. Let me know if you wish me to arrange for another chaperon.

Mad Love,

MN