The Floating Tao

The Dead Ones

I burned some incense today I offered it up to the dead ones I said a thanks and offered up the pungent smoke But then I considered some strange thing We don't know much here about love about forgiveness about joy We don't know much about peace about bliss about

Episode 8

Earth is Forgiveness School. Episode 8 - Out There with Carey OttEarth is forgiveness school.-Anne LamottBuzzsprout

Out There with CO Ep. 7

Nothing serious is going on. Episode 7 - Out There with Carey Ott“Nothing has a stronger influence psychologically on their children than the un-lived life of the parent.”– Carl JungWild dreams. 3am. Perhaps the deepest episode yet.Let’s go out there.-Carey”What If It Isn’t Out

Silence. Healing.

Silence. Healing. -Heraclitus Episode 6 - Out There with Carey OttSilence. Healing.-HeraclitusMartin PrechtelBuzzsprout

Isms

1. Wow-ism The belief that all of this is a motion picture you cast, direct, and star in. 2.   No-ism The belief that the word No is many times more powerful than the word Yes. 3.   Now-ism The belief that Now is more vital and appropriate than Then ever will

Andersonville

We're brought up as boys to be impervious to emotion We're built up reinforced like walls in prisons It isn't until much later if at all that we learn manhood is more about dropping defenses than it is about fortifying them

Girl Scout Cookie Madness!!

new episode of "Out There with Carey Ott" I talk about sleep and dreams and how I like these things Hospitality That's a thing Have a great Thursday Carey Episode 5 - Out There with Carey OttWe don’t do take twos.Hospitality (be a good host)Girl Scout Cookie

Have I forgotten how to dream?

Us moderns must be allergic to mystery We pine for answers rarely living the answers we receive So we double down on seeking and / or / this / that buy / try / sigh We forget that we are mostly made up playful plasma raw possibility God's Play-doh This morning at 6:19 a.

It happened...

Have a great Monday. It's more than possible. Just let it happen. Out There with Carey Ott“A love letter to my younger self,“says Carey Ott, a guy inching closer to 50.Topics covered include: elderhood, intuition, somatic healing, responsible embodiment, maturity, art & music, health and wellness, float

Limitation is awesome.

"You have reached the pinnacle of success as soon as you become uninterested in money, compliments, or publicity." -Thomas Wolfe Chew on that. Episode 3 - Out There with Carey OttLimitation is awesome.Buzzsprout

Out There with Carey Ott - Episode 2

Happy Valentine's Day 💙💙💙 Love, Carey Episode 2 - Out There with Carey OttLet life surprise you. Admit you don’t know shit. Eat a Pop-Tart.Buzzsprout

a new podcast?

a very intuitive gal told me yesterday I would be starting a podcast i didn't know it would happen at 3am but oh well here goes nothin Episode 1 - Out There with Carey OttWarming the mic. It’s 4am. Pre-coffee. Received an impromptu intuitiveBuzzsprout

dear humanity

life is way way way way way way way way way simpler than we can imagine ready for it here it is consume less create more if you're sad create more if you're mad create more what we consume will (over time) tend to consume us what we create will

My coffee

the coffee tastes good I've made it that way I've practiced it thousands of times just the right blend just the right grind obsessive actually just the right amount of water and all achieved with a thirty dollar mr. coffee machine off amazon see I know it's good I don't

poem #36

lights went off then came back on made me smile whatever I resisted tended to become hell-ish whatever I accepted began to shine heaven-esque floating felt like the opposite of the world's weight I had all the world's love and support it made tears well up made me remember all

So...vol. II

Hello you. It's still me. It's my birthday today and I released a song called "Undertow." Here's a link to Spotify if you like that sort of thing. Below are the lyrics. Hope you are having a delightful Groundhog's Day. Love, Carey UNDERTOW I forget who I am Now I'm

Oh Ye

oh ye of little faith come little trust from wretch and wraith oh ye so far off trauma's trail yet gripping tight to past travail you owe no toll no fare for tax your penance paid this way relax once or twice or thrice per hour remind yourself oh ye

what do I get

what do I get attention where do I spend it here when do I now who is vying for it look how can I take it back silence where do I find it solitude it seems counter-intuitive craving nothing I have everything already

Naked & smiling

Make every day your birthday and every night meet your spectacular demise Take liberties congratulating your own particular now magic This is that time when the fruit is ripe This is that time when the iron is hot Open to closeness with strangers and delight in awkward silences with the

Festival of likes

Like dislike what does it matter Past future where does the time go Light darkness what is the difference Life death why fear either Love hate how can you tell Self other what do I know (in the cosmic sense) savor every second

permission slips

let my heroes be permission slips backstage passes to passions that are ours and yours alone let my teachers be permission slips unchained lifetimes to try fail be foolish crazy arrive messy late unkempt desireless let these thieves inspire you to flee foment flake disintegrate dissolve inhabit primitive sincerity flawed

candle

once what hurt you twice will birth you say thank you for what is killing now will work itself out in your ultimate favor my dear behold rage turns to honey shrill pain to sweet nothings turn to powder like Time's porcelain hands look here the moon is desert look

Background Noise

If you get real quiet, if you listen real close to your body, your culture, there is a stubborn hum, a dull hiss, an icy static. At first it's annoying. A foreboding whirr. It comes out mostly when all else is silent. What is that? Some days it's louder. Usually

So...

What's next?  The Floating Tao is complete (enough). I don't know what I'm doing. I appreciate you reading along-- on this journey to I have no idea. I'm thinking I will start posting poems I made up lately, inspired by The Floating Tao and other stuff I've picked up in

Eighty-One

Lies are often beautiful. Truth may or may not be. Those who know don't have to be educated. The educated don't have to know. Most humans tend to worship only with their eyes, accumulating only things they can see. By reconnecting to the ears, the body, the taste, we integrate