Stories of Old

As simple and as delicious as it is, it has never been straightforward. Bread has always been a direct reflection of economics. To look at bread, is to look at taxation, revolts, and subsidies. It tells the story of life, its struggle and its triumphs; bread is endless in what it can represent. It’s good to critically think about our food beyond our initial consumption from time to time. There is often a narrative there worth understanding. -tM

Photography: Unknown

Baptism of the Wild

We need the tonic of wildness, not all things should be manicured in a “civilized” way. Parts of the land and sea should always be indefinitely wild and unexplored.

Wild beaches are a place where I can feel completely alone yet completely connected. Uninhibited I strip down and in harmony I let the five elements move in and around me; Space, Air, Water, Fire, and Earth. I get lost in the mystery and the knowing of it all.

We can never have enough of nature. -tM

Photography: Unknown | 1. The Creeks of Callelongue; 2. The Beach of Gold Mine, Pénestin ; 3.The Beach of Espiguette, Port Camargue

Solo Measures

Photography: Unknown | Natural Pools, Bolivia

Photography: Unknown | Natural Pools, Bolivia

There has always been something empowering about alone time for me.

Silence is underrated here in North America, so when I can, I sit, walk, or swim, alone. It is my holy trinity of rituals (mind, body, soul connection) an autonomous communion and need to feel myself. In truth, that is how I connect to the Source of Life; directly through me, in silence, and amid nature. For ultimately, we are all alone. No one can truly feel our joys, our sadness, our pains. Only we know the multitude of layers that our emotions carry. So it is important to cultivate that time with the self, in growth, in healing, in reflection, and in rejuvenation. It keeps us strong, and it does the body, mind, and spirit good. -tM

Ride it to the Rhythm

Photography: Bruce Davidson | Summer Love, NYC Subway, 1980’s

Photography: Bruce Davidson | Summer Love, NYC Subway, 1980’s

There is something easy about summer loving. Its intensity and passion are met with ephemeral ease. Perhaps that should be our approach to love all of the time, moving with it in transience, bending as it bends, paying attention to the seasonal shifts and the moods that follow.

Summertime, when livin’ and lovin’ is easy. -tM

Narratives

Philip Loraca Dicorcia’s staged photography takes an in depth look at the worlds we have created. The juxtaposition of character and place, between fiction and reality, is what fosters and encourages the telling of the story. I find that his images point in a certain direction but never provide a definitive map.

Art is subjective after all, leaving ample space for us to fill in and question the rest: “What is appearance, and what is truth?” -tM

Summer Life

Photography: Claude Nori | Biarritz, France

Photography: Claude Nori | Biarritz, France

European summers taste and feel so different then our North American ones. It’s a collective celebration of life and its joys under the sun. People don’t run away from its pleasure seeking rays, in fact they embrace the starlight. The suns heat becomes desires fuel; freedom finds its way into the rhythm and pulse of days turned nights, where hands that smell of cigarettes come together in holy prayer on beds where after weeks of boredom have been exchanged for lovers quarrels and salacious nights.

The European summer evokes endless movement and promises of something better then before. -tM

Uniform Cool

Phtotography: tM

Phtotography: tM

I was struck by this man’s unique way of keeping style while in work uniform. I am not certain whether you can tell or not, but he had a large thick silver hoop earring gracing his right ear and a ring of the same stature on his left. I also love the contrast of the bandanna with his silver locks.

I immediately noticed him and payed no attention to the bikini clad sunbathers, as he weaved in and out of different projects in peace & style on a Wednesday afternoon. -tM

Affairs of the Underground

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Photography: Andre Kertesz | La Fourchette, 1928

Photography: Andre Kertesz | La Fourchette, 1928

I have always found the sound of cutlery on a plate soothing. It probably has something to do with my childhood and the summers by the lake spent falling asleep under the shade of a tree while my parents had lunch in the distance.

As it so happens, today on the way home from work, eyes closed listening to the tracks in meditation, my thoughts were interrupted by the distinct sound of cutlery ever so gracefully scratching the surface of a ceramic plate. I immediately drifted into solitude, only to realize that the sound was both completely out of context and place. I listened intently, only to have it continue. There was no mistaking its intention.

In all actuality I didn’t search the cart for the elegant diner, however I did become distinctly aware of our vulnerability while in transit. We are neither here nor there, in transition, going from one place to another leaving us most open to such sensory experiences and to the breaking of boarders. A shared moment and space in transition is an interesting thing to observe and contemplate. And yes, I got here from there. Sometimes that’s just the way the mind works. -tM

That Time was like Never, and like Always

Photography: Unknown

Photography: Unknown

The communion with nature is so immense that any words used to describe its sanctity fall short.

The other day I took my shoes off and walked through the grass. I needed to feel the soil beneath my concrete treading feet, and in that moment, I felt time dissipate, it was like never, and like always. I need to faithfully nurture that connection to creation; where nothing is waiting. Sometimes when nothing is waiting we find everything. -tM

It's Friday!

Photography/Artist: Sara Shakeel

Photography/Artist: Sara Shakeel

On Friday’s even my long journeyed public transit commute doesn’t feel so bad. With the promise of the weekend drawing closer, that Friday feeling is one of joy unlike any other day. There is a lightness of being, an extra bounce in my step, a disco ball of magical light bouncing off of every face I see, and every surface I touch. I even think I am a bit nicer on Friday’s. It’s magical through and through. I have said it before, and I will say it again, “Friday, I’m in Love with You.” -tM