Devon Hunter

I have been working for two years on an idea. I was inspired during a conversation with Dr. Terry Gerace (original director of the DC FUK!T campaign) in the Spring of 2009, just as I was about to do my first video. Last night I got news that one more item (and a significant one) on a very long checklist has been accomplished. I’m so excited that I’m numb. I should be bouncing off the walls with joy, joy, joy; however, I find myself meditative instead. The responsibility of everything coalesces, and the development is sobering (though not daunting per se). I couldn’t sleep in this morning, as much as I need to, because there is SO MUCH more to be done. The day is pregnant with possibility, and I had to get up and absorb the personal magnitude of what awaits.

Today is the 10th anniversary of the 9-11 attacks in New York City, DC, and Pennsylvania. At this exact moment (08:46 EST) the first plane struck 10 years ago. I was in Berlin, Germany picking up my plane tickets to fly home in 10 days, hearing about what would become the defining moments of a new era in our culture. I was numb that day, too. The world was terrifying then. We in Germany feared W. would push the little red button and begin the end. It was horrible. But we opened our theatre production, against the terrorists’ wishes, and we performed as if freedom itself were the spectator – we got a standing ovation, but the applause was for the people who died. Today, I’m heading to LGA to fly home.

Exactly a decade later I am in New York City, only blocks from Ground Zero, and a new chain of events is happening for me personally. Who knows where it will go? Its potential is great. But rather than terrified and doubtful, I am beginning this new decade with confidence and eagerness. I hope everyone everywhere has, at some point, a similar rejuvenation of spirit. We have experienced a long process as a world village, but soon we have to let our creative natures rule, rather than our destructive sides. I hope this day passes without event, and I hope the non-happening is what will set into motion a decade of resurgence in optimism.

I am posting these five short entries in short order, so that an entry I don’t want to look at will cycle off the front page. I gave vent to my spleen, and although I have zero regrets about doing that (it would have been much worse to let those feelings fester inside), it doesn’t mean I want to look at it anymore. What’s done is done, and I don’t delete entries once I’ve published them. They are part of the documentation of a real person, for better or worse, and I would just prefer it become like a Tweet and disappear into the ongoing constant feed and flow. So, I am done for now. I’m feeling ready for sleep. I’m full of really good Japanese food after a very pleasant rendez-vous, and I am just doing a little palette cleansing here on the blog before I turn in for the night.

So, I look forward to getting back to the happy bidnizz of being content… starting… NOW.

Lately the weather in Charlotte, NC has been so beautiful that it almost makes me feel bad that I don’t dwell on it more. Today, for instance, it was about 70 degrees, no discernible humidity, a light breeze, no pollen or bugs yet, bright sunshine, and radiant blue skies with puffy clouds. This is the kind of day you wish would happen every day (without all the traffic on the I-405). I was walking on my patio with kitty literally nipping at my heals as I took some laundry in. The breeze was making my wind chimes peal quietly, and ,before I realized I was doing it, I had started laughing spontaneously. Pretty damn amazing. Charlotte, NC has some really perfect, perfect moments.

We create our own reality: Choose happiness! (Gotta remind myself of this from time to time).

Do unto yourself, as you would have others do unto you.