may all the goodness in this world bless our sex & sexuality. may we be grounded & connected to the divine. may we feel no shame for who we are or what we look like. may the shame of others dissolve into nothing. may our memories be healed. may we feel safe to be in our bodies & take up space in the world. may we thank life with every breath we take. we were made to be here. we bless the universe in us & bless us in the universe. "now the lord is spirit, where the spirit of the lord is, there is liberty.” we bless our emotions. we bless our wounds & trauma. we bless our bodies, our minds, our souls, & our spirit. we welcome peace, dignity, love, & purpose. blessings on blessings on blessings, yesterday, today, forever.
amen. asé. so it is.
For the Get Messy Season of Creativity, this is my media-themed project - it's based on Cloud Cult's album "Light Chasers". Lots of lyrics in this - if you're curious, you can read the lyrics and stream most of the album at Cloud Cult's website. I was thinking of one of those fancy cd jackets/inserts when I put this together - the ones where they include all the lyrics in a little multipage booklet.
"When 'Light Chasers' came out in 2010, I bought it immediately and like it well enough when I listened to it. But it definitely grew on me more and more over time and repeated listening as the depth and nuances of the lyrics slowly became more clear to me. It's now my favorite album of all time. And maybe that's a bit odd, since it is, at its base, the story of a spiritual quest for meaning. I am not at all a spiritual person. And so it goes."
"I didn't even to this show, even tho it was on my birthday... But yeah, I bought the magnet."
no offense but cloud cult’s light chasers (2010) album has cleared up my skin, saved my crops, found a new energy source, stopped pollution, cleaned the oceans, ended 3 wars & saved the narwhals
Album of my day week
You Were Born | Cloud Cult
You were born to change this life You were born to chase this light
Room Full of People in Your Head | Cloud Cult
There's a fight for control at the party in your head
Day 3: Saturday, February 22, 2014
I just find this song so goddamn beautiful. I've always found it uplifting and encouraging. "There's so much energy is us." Those simple words speak to me like a serenade from the skies and the stars.
But I never really gave a thought to what the song could mean, what the guy was really singing, what the lyrics were really saying. So I googled the lyrics today. And as I began reading during the intro of the song, I felt my heart breaking. And as he started singing, I started crying. I don't know what I was overcome with, pessimism, despair, jadedness, defeat, hope, optimism, comfort, encouragement?
"So we took the written words of our philosophers and built a fire from it, let's get those engines lit. We took the church's veil and built a mighty sail to carry forth this ship. But we're still losing it."
We're amazing creatures, us humans, able to reinvigorate our own morales with mere ideals and beliefs, able to hold onto our faiths when we are most disheartened. But maybe we just don't know how to live any other way. And this is all about life.
I really had no desire to live last month, and the month before. And last year as well. Maybe it's the bitterness of winter, but maybe it's the coming to terms with reality also.
it's just, we expend so much energy. Pour our focus into functioning. Trudge along in the drudgery of the day by day. Do this, do that, take a nap, keep going, keep on doing. Stay up late thinking, prolong our conscious living, wonder how this is worth it and we're still searching. A million years, it's been, since the search began. Still can't find it. Still can't find it. Our fuel is nearly spent. We check the maps again. Can't let go of it. Can't let go of it.
It's a fear that has crept up on many, and it's so scary because it creeps up on every single one of its victims like a realization. This is a hopeless struggle, and it's made even more desperate each time we pick ourselves back up, each time the pep talks we give ourselves work, each step we take onwards, each foot in front of the other.
"I didn't mean what I said. I didn't mean what I said. I love you more than this. I love you more than this."
Did anyone mean to feed us this hopeless hope?
But there's something so ambiguous in the ending.
"The lights, they fill the air. Or were they always there? I finally see it. I finally see it. And I heard the captain say, I heard the captain say, 'You're always close to it, so very close to it. There's so much energy in us.'"
And maybe that's all we needed from life. Something we had so much of all along. There's so much energy in us.
Even after all the cynicism, all the jadedness. Even when the drudgery has destroyed our spirit, sucked our breaths to the last one, we "can't let go of it. Can't let go of it." I can't let go of this.
And I realize. "I didn't mean what I said. I didn't mean what I said. I love you more than this. I love you more than this."
Like I had no reason to doubt life. Like it wasn't a realization after all, just a fear, an irrational fear that ate me up, that devoured my will to live. But I love life more than this. And I didn't mean any of my depression. And now I'm desperately trying to take it back. À la recherche du temps perdu, in search of lost time. But then, the lights, they fill the air, or were they always there?
Maybe it's the energy of life. You're always close to it, so very close to it.
There's so much energy in us.
Light Chasers by Michael Buchino
Nearly a year ago, Max Temkin posted a song by Cloud Cult which prompted a brief dialogue that went kinda like this:
Buchino: I love Cloud Cult!
Temkin: Me too!
Buchino: I wanna re-do all their album covers!
Temkin: That’s an amazing idea. I’d work with you on that!¹
Alas, Max and I ultimately did not get to collaborate on this (save for some more conversation). But the exchange did get my wheels turning. Last September, I had the opportunity to finish the illustration. With the help of Em Space, I even created a limited 3 ft. sq. steam roll press print.²
It is inspired by my favorite Cloud Cult album, Light Chasers. The album is a beautiful story of discovery—of life, of love, of belonging, of power, of self-awareness and self-acceptance.
I tried to incorporate many of these themes in the illustration,
And you know what? I fucking love it.
I want to do more work like this (which is kinda why I quit my job). I want to share the stories that make me swell up.
1. Only actual quote.
2. Yup, I carved up a 3 ft. sq. block of wood and used a steam roller to print it. I have two available. If you want one, get in touch.