Have you ever been put in a situation to see people who value you for what you do, not who you are? Close friends, acquaintances, family – all enamored with aspects of your talents or art but uninterested in you as a person.

Thoughts, dreams, beliefs, principles… irrelevant as long as you can perform.

How can growth occur as you’re moving in these circles?  Condemned to repeating the same dog and pony show with slight variation day after day.

This is why you need a tribe. A place to grow with those of like mind or goals who are there to push you, to pick you up, to help you create your best art.

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Walking through familiar crossings
searching for a path I strayed from long ago.
Destiny they called it, but what do they know?
For they have risked nothing but words
at its mystery while ensconced in their refuge.

The comfort once felt is now shrouded in fear,
disguised as ambiguity to the watchful as
darkness envelops the passage.
I have lost the directions I once knew by heart
and blindly follow latent recollections,
desperate for an ending that is never in sight.

One of my most popular posts, and one that I get the most comments on is Why Infants Need Chiropractic Care.  Seeing that so many people are searching for this information, I thought I’d do a “Part 2” and go into some more depth.  If you missed Part 1, you can catch up here.

For starters, let’s again establish the Why.  Why should I take my newborn, even if they are symptom free, to get checked by a chiropractor?

Birth Trauma

The trauma from the birth process remains an under-publicized and therefore significantly under-treated problem – Gutmann¹

Birth in it’s many different forms can be quite traumatic.  While each birth is unique, there is always a chance that the baby suffers some sort of strain due to a variety of reasons.  Even the most natural births can result in trauma that goes undetected.

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I came to the coffee shop to work but got sidetracked by a photography series called “Rust Never Sleeps.” It’s basically a very well-done series of crisp, defined pictures and angles of old rusty cars abandoned in fields with no purpose left to serve.  I love the aesthetics of it, but it also makes me introspective and sad.

These cars were once young, fresh, and new.

They were sought after, desired, status symbols.

Now they are an eye-sore, waste, litter.

DeSoto by Teresa Moore

The artist found a purpose for them, but no one else could. Most of us are too busy in the race for the next best status symbol that we give up on what we have – we throw it away – and we refuse to see the beauty in it until someone with the right lens prints a big enough, high enough quality picture of it to slap us in the face and say “look at the beauty that still exists in me.”

Psychedelic Rust by Scott Mais