Music waits for no one....

We wake up everyday and make a series of agreements with ourselves, some of which we have made for years and some of which we only made a few days prior...but, because we made them at some point, we compile those agreements in our mind during the waking.....and this becomes our behavior and our lives.

An agreement I have forgotten to make, for too long, is that my soul will not rest until it's greatest acts of evolution AND my ongoing hunger, couched in music, are made available to those who are willing to listen...to allow my short act as a human being be translated into "sound & silence" so that others may heal and be elated...to play rock n' roll the way it is meant to be played....by lovers and renegades...to be a lover and a renegade.

My other promises have blinded me to my one true promise. No more.

Ever get that feeling...?

You know, like you're heading down a new rabbit hole and you don't really own it yet? Yeah, that's where I'm at... All I can know for sure is that my intentions are true and directive. Where they are landing and how I cannot always be sure, but I feel the thruer the intention, the truer the response, the truer the creation. Swimmingly...that doesn't quite do it. More like dandily. I'm guess I'm still suspicious.

I hate that I am, but it's there. Might as well call it what it is.

Maybe I'll actually get paid this week.

Kavi Luvs You.

what monkey?!

shit. I haven't blogged in, like...months. shit. it kinda lost its magic, you know? wanted to actually speak w' people for some strange reason. of course, that's having an evolving appeal, as well, it seems. go figure.

shit. I haven't blogged since...since like it was snowing and stuff. shit. funny thing is I met someone in one of those snowstorms. you know, like one of the big ones. and, you know...like, met someone. I must've gotten distracted. we only just started kissing and stuff, though. talk about patience, right? oy vay.

anyway, she's got this monkey, right? as it turns out, it's me. get that...I'm her monkey. shit. could be worse, though. I could actually be bad for her.

what's really cool, though is that she's awesome. not that I want to be someone's monkey forever - or at all really - but if you end up as the monkey of someone who's this cool, well, you've done alright. maybe if I could get her to be my monkey, we'd be smooth. ahhh, I dunno.

all I know is: I listen to these songs - I even wrote one- and I feel how it feels to be with her. I don't think I've felt this way since...well, way before those snowstorms, that's for sure. I saw her out the window that day, before we even met, and I couldn't really recognize what was going on inside me. I think it's because...it's just been so long. you know what I mean? when you just know you love someone?

I guess if nothing ever pans out, at least I got to remember that I'm still alive in ways I can't even describe. could be worse. I could actually be a monkey. no good.

The Kuv Keeps A-Rollin'...

Got blogged down...

So, I wrote this divinely loquacious and pretty darn eloquent blog the other day, commenting on how we were getting to a point where we weren't really doing much else but "plugging in" anymore. It was quite amazing as I negotiated the twist and turns of the subject at hand, paralleling my own experience and semi-committment to this very blog w' that of the world at large. Primarily, it was a poetic take on the moment....and how, though my choice to blog-away really sucked in a lot of ways, it still held value as we continually shift our experience in this world w' every little decision.

Then I blew it. I went to spellcheck and I lost the entire thing. I took that as a message: stop anal-izing what you are doing all the time and stop thinking every little nuance-sized epiphany is meant for public consumption. Here I go again, in fact...

But, you see, I had just seen "I, Robot" and been on the phone and computer a lot and been singing my good friend's song Pull All the Plugs w' the line, "So, think together through the walls, faceless, nameless and hi-speed. I dreamed a few of us who still believe, 'yeah, the world can't turn without me'..." So, it was all kind of boiling over, you know? Maybe you don't.

Anyway, the purpose of this blog is beyond that, really. I think that's why I lost that entry, in the end. The purpose of this blog is to go where no blog has gone before....okay, okay, that's a little melodramatic, I suppose. The purpose of this blog is to allow you to change, subtly, at your own speed, be it light speed or neutral. Just leave here and let it all sit.

Meanwhile, back in the "real" world, it's snowing... alot... and I can't wait to go play in it tomorrow morning with my dog. She's the best thing on this planet. Anyone who's met her will tell you that, actually. I wish I could take credit for it or even own that opinion, but I just can't. She's one of a zillion miraculous people and things in my life. I'm even grateful for the opportunity to share that thought w' you. I hope it brings you some joy or reflection of peace or chocolate or something.

Act boldly and mighty forces will come to your aid. Goethe.

Love from the Kuvington Keys

Change the Rules Often and You Can Still Keep Winning!!

So, I'd like to change the rules a bit... we've been taught all kinds of adages and truisms. Why can't we create our own - for our own time, for our own abundance and, most importantly, for the creation of a new world where we all can thrive?

Hey. Christ did it, didn't he?!

To know what you have is golden. To know what you can offer is voraciously divine. To know when and how is your daily assignment.

I wish my greatest love to anyone who reads this. I pray for you w' every step I take. We are only here to serve our brothers and sisters. All else is a maze or a circus...you decide.

So, whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want?

Kavilicious

Pavlov Who?!

Sometimes you walk the dog, sometimes the dog walks you, but only one of you absolutely has to go sniff what everyone has been doing...

I prefer roses.

Love, k/d

p.s. The snow falls gently, Afi wants to go run and I changed a young woman's life tonight just by being me. Life ain't so bad. Sooner or later music will come of this...

It's all about the Donovans...

Love is Hot, Truth is Molten!

doo doo, doo doo barabajagl, Kavi (and Donovan, of course)