Okay. There are two little furry feets padding at me to go for a walk. My baby dog Floody inspires me, too. Get off your a$$ets mother.
On the walk we contemplate things. Life, ideas, GOD.
It’s nice to take a break to realign, reset, reinvent.
to do all. Be all.
This program rocks my world way more than ProTools ever did. I feel like ProTools is PC and Ableton is Mac. Now ProTools is awesome and powerful of course. However, Ableton is otherworldly for the otherworldly CREATIVES. I’m working on two remixes and composing a song, all in Ableton. Crazy as it may sounds, I’m so super inspired because of the versatility that I jump between sessions. One session superbly produces ideas for the other songs.
I can’t WAIT for Ableton 9 to be released. I know it’s beta right now. When I get my hands on that WORLD . . .I will definitely be M.I.A. Music IN Action. More than ever!
Ableton thanks for enabling my sassy appetite for going into creative overdrive.
My grandpa, John Mullins, was a New York City Police Officer. Proud to say that we’ve got some blue blood roots. We’re Brooklyneese with a dash of Queens and a sprinkle of Strong Island you might say. John single handedly stopped a bank robbery and hostage situation in 1954, while walking his beat in the neighborhood he heard gunfire and immediately went to the rescue.
Here he is getting an award from the Commissioner for his outstanding duty. There’s my beautiful daddy Poppi at sixteen years old standing proud next to his Poppi. Gorgeous grandmother Eve proudly takes the $100 award dollars. Aunt Priscilla and Uncle Brendan look on. Awesome family.
Here he is rollin around the Cambria Heights section of Queens.
The two John Mullins guys. What an honor to have had these men as patriarchs of the Mullins Family.
I love my roots.
I’m a huge Betsey Johnson fan. She is absolutely a major inspiration to me.
To pass along some of the awesomeness of this multi-talented Fashion ARTIST, here is an excerpt from Nicole Giordano at Startup Fashion who delightfully shares some top 10 takeaways from Betsey’s conversation with the ever amazing Fern Mallis.
“So, here are a 10 things I took away from Betsey Johnson Fashion Icon:”
Rule #1, Have Fun!
When you have an idea, go with it
You don’t have to go to fashion school to have in impact (Betsey attended art school and learned how to cut and sew on her own)
Believe or not, most designers are shy and insecure about their work
She (like many) started with absolutely no money, so she did everything herself
While dreams and fantasy are important, you need your clothes to sell
Nobody ever agrees about anything int he fashion industry, so just do your thing and don’t worry about what others have to say
There are a lot of people packed into one person, so don’t be afraid to express them
Only way to survive: hard work, watch the money, some luck, bring something new to the table
Words of advice: KICK ASS
and I will add something here: Don’t eff people over to get where you need to go. Don’t stomp, rob, and ignore the sweet soul of another to seize your dreams. There’s too much of that going on these days.
and something else: Love and Share.
Here is Nicole’s article: http://startupfashion.com/betsey-johnson-fashion-icon
Rock the Day.
Last July, I disappeared. Retreated. Went into creative hiding. Went to seek answers from the divine. Actually, I’m still here. Sort of Hiding. On a cloud of unknowing….though now, I’ve inched open the door to peek into the world again.
What has made me retreat? So many things. Oh the noise, the chatter, the world shifting. . .etc. Alot of things. Had to get a grip on truth.
It was time to just withdraw, be still and dig into a new perspective on things. Really rearrange and prioritize life and savor some sweet moments. Since then, I’ve completely immersed myself in every facet of art, music and love.
As usual, the director of my journey, Miss Tigerlily (my motorcycle) led me into the retreat. She stole me away from the path I was on and she spiritually catapulted me into a new sphere. She made me take that exit ramp away from the way life was heading. Tigerlily NEVER fails to take me where my path is divinely intended to go. Even if I’m fighting the headwind of her new direction for me, I give in and go with her flow. Yep, she inspired me to turn around someplace in the midwest and head the opposite direction of the road I was on.
Tigerlily course corrected my journey. Got me back on MY path of truth and purpose. Rode me away from the illusion of newly laid clean highway asphalt and took me down an ol’ gravel pike with tons of twists and turns, cliffs and mud leading me to this interesting backroad.
I’m digging this uncharted place that has a mysterious familiarity. Lots of treasures on this road less traveled.
I’ve been on retreat my darling friends. This is why you have not heard from me. I’ve immersed myself in several forms of art these past few months. And, I’ve been nesting and dreaming, too. I’m composing a story about it. It’s good to withdraw. Very good indeed. There’s a bounty of creativity and opportunity for awesomeness when you retreat from the noisy world into the wild world of all things art and love and that includes my doggie and kitty and super fun husband.
Happy prosperous and lucky blessed 13!!!!
The Road is Calling. Having spent the last year hard at work reinventing my life, educating myself on new social media and tech stuff, working on creative projects, and trying to make a dollar, I took a year away from riding.
Not intentionally. It just happened.
My bike happened to have mechanical challenges and there she sat. She’s repaired now and ready to roll. It’s very difficult to sit at my desk working. Because. I can hear her breathing. I can FEEL my motorcycle’s pulse.
Just riding her home from the good ol’ shop (thanks Panhead Phil) the nomad within – the wild child – was certainly aroused. When I climbed back on her for the first time and turned the key and she roared to life, well, I roared to life, too. It was like hooking up with a long lost soulmate and laying in bed together, staring at one another in awe, limbs and heart lovingly knit together.
Because I had piles of work to do for the upcoming rallies, she and I couldn’t just ride off and spend hours getting lost in that other world us riders know. The beautiful adventure. So that short jaunt home was a tease. Back to the desk.
The Road is Calling every day. And my motorcycle is the symbol of roads yet to be explored. . .in the form of opportunity, in the way of the journey.
I can’t resist the call too much longer. The back burner is cooling off and the fire is upfront.
i read about an old soul. that becomes younger. this, to me, is the explaination of ageless. and i’ve discovered something that unlocks the key to explaining the biker lifestyle. we are born old souls, but as we actually do accumulate years of experience on the earth, our old souls that which are so open and aware, actually are young. thus, ageless. we are open and aware, which explains youth, or, new-ness. WHAT r u new? someone may ask and we may say yeah. because we r new. we approach things playfully, some what humbly but not knowing that we r humble. so we r new, with old souls. the real biker spirit is an old soul, old…which means we’ve been here a long time, in this particular space and in that space we’ve been alert and aware, acknowledging all the while and letting things just be. or come what may. or run what u brung.
that’s ol’ soul.
then there is that fun revolution, no evolution, but a revolution. like a hula hoop with no particular defined direction just revolving around that center chakra…. fun. revolving. circles. returning back to center… so you really are never STARTING. u just are revolving and passing through some super awesome experiences. and in that circle nothing is ever the same.
what do i mean?
well, let’s take for instance, the way the young adults of today are experiencing the ’80s for the first time….to us it’s a circle, but it’s NOT returning to WHAT WAS. it is simply revolving to a an era, never to return to WHAT WAS, but rather revolving to the experience. way cool.
WE, as in those who have experienced that once and i say ONE revolution at the ONE time it actually occured at it’s birth which was never really a start because it EVOLVED from SOMEthing…. ah, MOTHEREARTH how she reaches and teaches us…
we also experience that revolution with the first timers experiencing the rebirth or an experience that we had as a revolution, it is theirs. and we get to experience IT, that which is that experience that we HAD for the FIRST time, an evolution of something that was something that evolved into the revolution, actually.
And here it is again. We are the second generation of IT…and they are enjoying the first evolution of their very first experience of that which had come before.
Hence…we are ageless because we ENJOY ENGAGE and REINACT and REINVENT the experience. We drift through on another level. Because the first time is so thrilling and new, and now, we who are aware, but inviting the second or third experience like it never before existed because, truly it never had, we are simply AWARE…can experience it ageless, which means NEW and WELCOMING, with no PRECONCEIVED notions.
it just is. and we take in the moment with NOthing in our brains that will tell us…well, this is how it is, because we move through it fresh and new.
thus we are ageless thus we are die-hard bikers.
I met him once. Sat in his sermons a half dozen times. My husband, Patrick, also a motorcycle rider and musician, connected deeply with David Foster. Notice the past tense in my sentence? Yes, the man departed at the early age of 59. Healthy, vibrant, a passionate motorcycle rider, and captivating man of God, David Foster slipped away in his sleep. Napping. Just like that. After a routine jog.
Having moved to Nashville some seven years ago while keeping my toes in NYC all along, I had yet to find a “church home” — that place where I felt ultra connected to the people and more importantly the Paster/Reverend/Minister, etc. For me to connect with the man or woman who dedicates their lives to worship and thus teaching the Holy Word, I need to be moved, stunned, bowled over. And I need excellent music to accompany the experience. And they need to be a human being, doing, experiencing.
This was all available at The Gathering in Nashville. And the best for me was this Pastor with whom I was becoming more comfortable also rode motorcycles. He was crazy about riding. He was funny, yet poignant and serious and real. The real deal. He also felt GOD on that two wheel freedom machine.
But I postponed the deeper connection with this Pastor. Busy. Working. Busy missing NYC. Busy with basically nothing when it all came down to it.
I’m shaken to the core about this man’s sudden passing. Truly, this is a man that you might find hiking up Bear Butte having ridden his motorcycle to Sturgis, on a pilgrimage to hang with God in unconventional ways.
He’s a family man. A devoted loving husband with children. A devoted brother to his family who gathered with him.
There’s a steep, pricy lesson I’m learning here since this man simply slipped away: I don’t want to postpone God anymore or the people, the opportunities, the magic that comes my way that will provide a closer connection with the UNIVERSE, with the ENERGY, with the LIGHT, with the HIGHER POWER.
David Foster was a dynamic man of God. Yes, a Renegade. Any one of my hardcore biker family members would have seriously dug his messages and even would want to ride with him, hang out, ponder what he says even while they might be partying. His messages of God and JESUS were that penetrating to the soul. Because he was the real deal.
Conventional church was not David Foster’s way of representing GOD. He did it through GATHERING. The Gathering. Just getting together in a rented out movie theater. A smart move, too. Killer sound system and video, folks could bring in their Starbucks, have messy bed head and sour breath from partying the night before. You just had to come as you ARE. That’s all he asked. Come messy if you want. We’re all messy anyway, he’d say.
That’s what God asks of us in the WIND while riding. Just come as you ARE. Show up for the love and the peace, and the wisdom and the awe. Learn some lessons that feed your soul. Learn your truth and live the truth.
Here is his last earthly sermon, the last in his series called “Messy Like Me” and chose the sermon for April 1st, 2012.
Of course I STILL ride and STILL own a motorcycle. Life without one would cause me great pain. My motorcycle is my breath. She’s my oxygen. She is the bloom in my life.
Miss Tigerlily. MY SOULO companion.
There is a rumor going around which makes me chuckle. That I no longer have a motorcycle because upon my FACEBOOK there is no recent photos of my adventures. Ah, such a nasty rumor. As you can well tell, as a word nerd, my efforts have gone into writing so many other things for the people for whom I work. I miss my blogs and books… it’s HIGH time to get back to the craft for myself which really is for my beloved riding family to enjoy as well.
Oh I have my kickass Miss Tigerlily, the road kitten. She was in need of repair. Money was tight. Now she is fixed as of this week.
And then there’s the luxury of time to ride. You see, I expanded my cool niche for myself as an Event Manager and Marketing Specialist in the Motorcycle Industry. Funny, too, it’s just a more comprehendible title for my self-titled “Go To Girl” role. Since last Sturgis, I’m working on a great many more events and rallies. Working with the Jay Allen Road Show, too, since moving on from the beloved Broken Spoke, Lazelle Street.
I’m working my a$$ off behind the scenes of these events and rallies that you ride to and enjoy. I’m sacrificing my riding time to accomplish deadlines. All because I freaking LOVE this lifestyle so much and want my brothers and sisters to have a throw down great time at the rallies.
Sometimes a girl will lay off her riding time for family. In this case, my family is you.
See you on the road and keep on s’miling.
Kisses and Dreams Come True on Two Wheels.
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