Styles of EON

 
Oxan + TETRIS

Oxan + TETRIS

To authentically express oneself totally and completely through a process of continual growth.
— Bruce Lee

By word of the late great Bruce Lee, we develop the philosophy to our art.

Styles of EON - An infinite, unbound style discovered through the process of continual growth and articulated through internal honesty.

The Mighty Adventures

This summer was a whirlwind. Finally after 3 weeks into my last year of grad school. I have a moment to sit down and look back at some of the highlights.

I had several goals for the summer. They were to spend more time with people (both new and old), spend more time outdoors, travel, and dance my heart out. At the top of the list was visiting Crater Lake in Oregon. When I had gotten back from a 5-day camp for kids with juvenile arthritis, I spoke with my friend, Mai-Thi, who was about to begin her own adventures. Our goals seemed to align as she was planning a road trip to Crater Lake. Although I had only met her a week prior, I jumped at the opportunity to join her and her friends when she invited me. For all I knew, she could've been a psychopath, but I guess since I'm alive to tell this story, Mai-Thi turned out not to be so bad... *sweat dripping down neck* haha. Joke.

August 7, 2015. Land's End Labyrinth Rock Maze - San Francisco. Pictured from left to right (Myself, Mary, Sarah, Mai-Thi)

August 7, 2015. Land's End Labyrinth Rock Maze - San Francisco. Pictured from left to right (Myself, Mary, Sarah, Mai-Thi)

Ironically enough, we both rendezvoused at the San Francisco Airport. Mai-Thi was coming from Portland after exploring that city. I, myself, flew in from SoCal after a surfing trip. She wanted to check out Land's End so we headed there right off the bat. While standing atop of a cliff at the Labyrinth and looking down at the rock maze, we saw two individuals in the middle radiating with such positive energy that we decided to climb down to have a chat with them. Apparently, Sarah (Australia) had just overcome a life threatening surgery to find this renewed gratitude for life. She explained to us that "August 8, 2015 = 888" was the strongest peak for the The Lion's Gate Portal. We learned the that rock maze represented the Triple Infinity or 888, which focuses on the three significant relationships: the one with ourselves, the one with the universe, and the one with our soulmate... And there we are in the picture above, the four of us standing in the middle of the Portal.

(To learn more about the significance of The Lion's Gate Portal. Click on the hyperlink)

What a way to start the trip. A few days later Alyson met us up in the Bay. Starting from San Francisco, we made our way up to Oregon then looped back down.

Below is a 3 part mini-series of the Mighty Adventures filmed with my gopro.
Part 1: Crater Lake, Oregon - Lava Beds, California

Alyson, Mai-Thi and me at Crater Lake

Alyson, Mai-Thi and me at Crater Lake

At Crater Lake we met a recently married couple (Blake and Brandy) on their adventures as well. They were awesome and joined us for the day.

At Crater Lake we met a recently married couple (Blake and Brandy) on their adventures as well. They were awesome and joined us for the day.

Part 2: Lassen Volcanic National Park, California

After Lassen, we headed back to San Francisco and took a bus down to SoCal for a few days to recoup. There, we parted ways with Alyson and flew out to Montana with the additions of Kim and Brighton.

Part 3: Glacier National Park, Montana

The end.

A Tribute To My Uncle Son Tran

In my last post Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining, I wrote about the lessons gained from the death of my uncle. After a few weeks of completing the funeral proceedings... I find myself recalling the last time I sat down with Uncle Son.  

During conversations we had when I visited him a year ago, he seemed to not feel good about how his life unfolded. But how ironic that it was at the end of his life journey where family and friends were brought together... As a tribute, I put together a video of my experience following the passing of my uncle to commemorate his life.

In life... the greatest measurement isn't how much money we make, nor is it about the accolades and awesome things that we collect and do. In the end, those things are just tools to help us get to that which is important.... The greatest metric in life should be measured by how much one can positively touch another person to make their lives better.

I hope Cau (UncleSon Tran, you can look down upon us and realize that so many people love you and you've made many lives better. At the very least, the lessons your life provided will be carried on through your nephew and passed on to whom ever choses to let this touch them. Cau Son... Goodbye my sweet and selfless uncle. Forever in our hearts...

Son Van Tran. September 25, 1959 - September 1, 2015

Son Van Tran. September 25, 1959 - September 1, 2015

Family

The greatest lesson I've learned this summer was the POWER OF A FAMILY. This last year I became a shell of myself. At one point, I couldn't even look people in the eye while speaking with them. I was lifeless. Who knew school would be so tough? Who knew the change into a bigger city and a new living situation would be so challenging? Who knew not having the support of the people you care about could have taken such a toll? Who knew that being isolated and alone amongst these changes would shut me down like it did? So, when the school year ended, I decided that I needed to replenish my spirit. I decided to travel, avoid summer school and put on hold finding work. I headed back to Portland as the first stop to my summer travels. It was the best decision I could've made for myself. 

Oddly enough, as I began to unload my woes to my loved ones, I slowly felt as if life was being put back into me. I could literally feel their energy refill the void I had inside of me. Gradually, as I started to be around the people I love and do the things I love, I began to regain my sense of self. I was able to get back to the things that CREATE ANDY. I surfed, danced, and traveled up and down the west cost to see friends and family. I just wanted to be around the people who love and care for me. From Portland all the way down to San Diego. 

It took a long time for me to feel back to my full self. No matter all the things I was doing, I still wasn't feeling completely there yet. Then one day as I was having lunch with my mother and my aunt, my mom tells my aunt to pull some money out. Mom starts explaining that she's been saving up for months and wanted to gift me some money so I could have a little fun and not work so hard. I tell you.... I began to welt up inside. My mom had inner demons that prevented her from being the mother I needed growing up. So coming from her, this gesture of love meant the world. My heart filled up so much that the love was overflowing and seeping out of my eyes.

After that lunch with my mom and aunt, I was so motivated. My cup of life was now filled. I was ready to go back and work towards my future goals. A future in which children are allowed the opportunities to actualized to their greatest self. However...

If I want to do great things in life I realize I first must start with a strong foundation. My own great family. 

One can go about their life alone just fine when the times are good. However, when the times are bad, having a solid and happy family gives you a place to run back to. A place you can re-energize and recharge. That home doesn't mean an actual physical building, but rather the concept, the individuals that make it a home. But those questions remain... "What makes a home and what keeps it?" The answer is found when I look back to all my failed past relationships, what went wrong between my parents, and what works between some of the life long happiest couples...

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I realize that in life... I'm going to need my best friend by my side, where... when the going gets tough and if we lose everything, we don't lose ourselves. A life where it's a constant celebration and all we need is simply love, laughter, food and shelter. That's what I want my home to be...
 

Being A Camp Counselor #KidsGetArthritisToo

This year I had the privilege of being a counselor at a camp for kids with juvenile arthritis. It was the top two most rewarding experiences in my life to date. To see a group of kids be in an environment where they could feel normal and forget about their woes was nothing short of great, but seeing the kids grow before my eyes was simply unbelievable. I took this opportunity to heart and made it a goal to offer guidance and empower the 5 young individuals to make the right choices under my watch.

There were laughs, there was yelling, there were tears, at times feelings of defeat. But overall, feelings of pride and joy ruled our cabin group.

Camp Director, Quoc Du and I. We're actually childhood friends.

Camp Director, Quoc Du and I. We're actually childhood friends.

Team: PAC MEN. Cabin: Cottonwood

Team: PAC MEN. Cabin: Cottonwood

Our cabin mantra

Our cabin mantra

PAC MEN name tags

PAC MEN name tags

Snow cones during pool time

Snow cones during pool time

The "No Talent" Talent Show. The highlight of my experience. No one wanted to go up, but in the end, the group put their heads together and combined their individual strengths to form a skit.

The "No Talent" Talent Show. The highlight of my experience. No one wanted to go up, but in the end, the group put their heads together and combined their individual strengths to form a skit.

How do you turn a band of misfits into a rocking unit? Compassion + Respect + Unity

This was an experience I will never forget and one that I hope to build upon for the future... #GRATITUDE

To help give further insight on juvenile arthritis and what camp is like. Here is a previous video shot 2 years prior at Camp Milagros.

Self-Defining

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I left my hometown of Portland, Oregon in 2011 to venture off and do some soul searching. I became a travel nurse and decided to work and live in bigger cities with established dance scenes. There were times, I didn't know a single person and had to step out of my comfort zone to socialize. Before moving I admit, I worried that trying to fit into different worlds would cause me to lose myself rather than constructively grow as an individual. 

This concept came to me one morning as I woke up on my buddy's couch in Seattle after the bboy competition, Massive Monkees' Day. The idea of something permanent on my body was something hard to commit to at first. However, a few days before moving to San Diego for my first travel contract I had this definition engraved on my arm. It gave me comfort knowing that If I ever felt lost and needed a reminder I had a foundation that would always be with me. In a sense, this piece helped me feel one step closer to a complete individual. It was self-defining.

Two idioms: 

Heart of Gold: A kind and generous character

Iron Fist: Rigorous or ruthless control

The name Andy is a variant of Andrew, which is Greek for "MANLY." A Heart of Gold is my definition of what a MAN is.