Cutting Loose

  "Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."           -Theodor Seuss Geisel (Dr.Seuss)    

          I will sing out loud in my car, or at a CVS, or at a coffee shop, because it feels good. Like a kid will do. With that freedom of expression, with that ease of expression. And, as an adult, I know not to sing too loud, because I don’t want to taint the experience of others I share the space with. I don’t, however, make that distinction when I'm alone in the car. I just let her rip. Anyway, there is balance there, with the boy within and the man I am. I don’t let the kid run the show, but I let him be. The man parents the boy, just like in good, external, physical parenting.
          You don’t stifle the child, you don’t shut him up. But you don’t let him go nuts all the time either. You do, however, let him go nuts some of the time. Like in the backyard, or whenever the kid is playing in an environment that’s appropriate to let it all hang out. As an adult, you have to let the kid, let yourself, go nuts sometimes too. I do it when I play drums, I do it in the bedroom. I do it a lot of places.
       Many do not. They never experience full, unbridled self expression. They never cut loose. I have a lot of compassion for that. And I can help people with that. As I transition MuscleHeart to a personal development business, my objective, indeed my life’s work, is to inspire and move and guide and assist people to fully and more vibrantly express themselves. As they mine the depths of their own heart and get to what burns inside of them.
       My life can at times be one big “cut loose”. I bring that to my business, now, too. Always striving to be more unchained, more uninhibited, more free. Many keep so much in, hold so much back. They are afraid to let it all hang out. Ever. I understand that fear. I don’t believe it serves us. And I want to assist those in their journey through that.

©2013 Clint Piatelli, MuscleHeart, and Red F Publishing. All rights reserved.

Right Fuckin' On, Walt

“This is the female form, vapor,
A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot,
It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction,
I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor,
all falls aside but myself and it,
Books, art, religion, time, the visible and solid earth, and what was expected of heaven or fear'd of hell, are now consumed,
Mad filament, ungovernable shoots play out of it, the response likewise ungovernable...”

               ― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

The Face

       Remember old clothes catalogues? The models were in horribly contrived poses, with very forced, very inane looking smiles on their faces, usually accompanied by an equally stupid expression of positively boundless joy. All from doing absolutely nothing except wearing the right shirt whilst they operated the new blender.
       When we were kids, my twin brother and I, being very astute, creative, and silly, picked up on this as we perused through mom’s mail. We started mimicking the ridiculousness and came up with what we call “The Face”.
       The Face actually comprises not only the face, but the pose, attitude, and overall absurdity of what we saw in those catalogues. We still do it today, needing no other provocation than one of us saying “The Face”!
       Those moments, then and now, are some of the most cherished moments I have with Mike. We are intimately sharing a common experience. We are in each other’s heads, in each other’s hearts, in those moments. We are truly connected. And we are having so much fun, both playing in the waters of our own silly yet beautiful little world.
       My life wants to be one long string of such intimate, connected, special moments with people I love. Thank you Mike, for creating the model with me.

©2013 Clint Piatelli, MuscleHeart, and Red F Publishing. All rights reserved.