Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Do you make bad romantic choices?
❝ In the past, yes I most certainly have. Who hasn’t? Love won and love lost is part of the human experience. Show me someone who has never made a bad choice and I will show you someone who has never lived. You would think having an extremely strong sense of empathy would help in affairs of the heart, but without a solid foundation in self they only serve to perpetuate confusion. In my day-to-day life I often had trouble discerning energies and emotions which arose in myself from those of others. This was only magnified by intimate relationships. After a number of daunting experiences, I realized that I would have to fully illuminate my empathy or be destroyed by it. This led me on quite a difficult yet rewarding journey and having lived it I know I am stronger for it.
My advice to all who may find themselves inundated by empathy: Define your sovereign borders before you define yourself with another. Until you can, your journey must be a solitary one. Many of our greatest challenges are actually our greatest strengths in disguise. Once you realize this you are already on your way towards their actualization.
But back to the matter at hand, romance.
Romance is often at odds with logic, and sometimes even intuition. The trouble with romance is that we mistake the sways of passion for something we believe is love. However, Love does not make us insane, it instills a sanity and depth most of us travel our whole lives without ever knowing. The irony is that we are not missing some obscure puzzle piece, or that we have not yet found the right person.
Do you want to meet the love of your life? Look in the mirror.❞
— Katie Byron
(via metaconscious)
I'm trying to work on myself and need affirmations that it's okay for me to do this alone. Everyone around me is in a relationship and there's this sort of unspoken pressure that I couldn't really be happy single. Perhaps a self imposed pressure. Love, love, love. It is truly a beautiful thing. What's not beautiful about it is the rejection, the loss, the heartache. I could live without those for awhile! Love itself is beautiful.
Recently, a cute boy recommended for me to read The Alchemist, a fable about life, passion and dreams. I had started it years ago, but got distracted with nothing in particular and never found the right moment to pick it up again till he reminded me. So I'm finishing it off now and quite pleased. It's a book that has gotten a lot of flack for being blunt and simple, for characters that lack depth and complexity, for the religious mambo-jambo mixed in, but at the heart and soul of this book lies much meaning. A life philosophy expressed in a fable, without restraint and subtlety you might find in a great literary work. But it's within this imperfect, simple writing that your thoughts are provoked and you find yourself delving into the chasms of secret hopes and dreams. I don't know, it works for me.
I like asking questions. It's an annoying habit of mine. Well, not annoying for me, but maybe for others. Asking questions of myself is so important, why wouldn't it be important to ask people/strangers/friends questions? So I ask myself today; what will I do with that feeling, that pulling and tugging in my heart? Will I drown out the voice of the passion I feel for something that might go against what others expect of Me? "Purpose is the place where your deep gladness meets the world's needs". What makes me glad? The world needs our gladness and our passion. I know it sounds cliché, but for someone like myself who has trouble separating my energies and emotions from others' - regularly taking deep, hard looks within my heart is something I need to always be reminded to do.
I'm going to go finish reading...
The boy and his heart had become friends, and neither was capable now of betraying the other. --
The Alchemist
❝ In the past, yes I most certainly have. Who hasn’t? Love won and love lost is part of the human experience. Show me someone who has never made a bad choice and I will show you someone who has never lived. You would think having an extremely strong sense of empathy would help in affairs of the heart, but without a solid foundation in self they only serve to perpetuate confusion. In my day-to-day life I often had trouble discerning energies and emotions which arose in myself from those of others. This was only magnified by intimate relationships. After a number of daunting experiences, I realized that I would have to fully illuminate my empathy or be destroyed by it. This led me on quite a difficult yet rewarding journey and having lived it I know I am stronger for it.
My advice to all who may find themselves inundated by empathy: Define your sovereign borders before you define yourself with another. Until you can, your journey must be a solitary one. Many of our greatest challenges are actually our greatest strengths in disguise. Once you realize this you are already on your way towards their actualization.
But back to the matter at hand, romance.
Romance is often at odds with logic, and sometimes even intuition. The trouble with romance is that we mistake the sways of passion for something we believe is love. However, Love does not make us insane, it instills a sanity and depth most of us travel our whole lives without ever knowing. The irony is that we are not missing some obscure puzzle piece, or that we have not yet found the right person.
Do you want to meet the love of your life? Look in the mirror.❞
— Katie Byron
(via metaconscious)
I'm trying to work on myself and need affirmations that it's okay for me to do this alone. Everyone around me is in a relationship and there's this sort of unspoken pressure that I couldn't really be happy single. Perhaps a self imposed pressure. Love, love, love. It is truly a beautiful thing. What's not beautiful about it is the rejection, the loss, the heartache. I could live without those for awhile! Love itself is beautiful.
Recently, a cute boy recommended for me to read The Alchemist, a fable about life, passion and dreams. I had started it years ago, but got distracted with nothing in particular and never found the right moment to pick it up again till he reminded me. So I'm finishing it off now and quite pleased. It's a book that has gotten a lot of flack for being blunt and simple, for characters that lack depth and complexity, for the religious mambo-jambo mixed in, but at the heart and soul of this book lies much meaning. A life philosophy expressed in a fable, without restraint and subtlety you might find in a great literary work. But it's within this imperfect, simple writing that your thoughts are provoked and you find yourself delving into the chasms of secret hopes and dreams. I don't know, it works for me.
I like asking questions. It's an annoying habit of mine. Well, not annoying for me, but maybe for others. Asking questions of myself is so important, why wouldn't it be important to ask people/strangers/friends questions? So I ask myself today; what will I do with that feeling, that pulling and tugging in my heart? Will I drown out the voice of the passion I feel for something that might go against what others expect of Me? "Purpose is the place where your deep gladness meets the world's needs". What makes me glad? The world needs our gladness and our passion. I know it sounds cliché, but for someone like myself who has trouble separating my energies and emotions from others' - regularly taking deep, hard looks within my heart is something I need to always be reminded to do.
I'm going to go finish reading...
The boy and his heart had become friends, and neither was capable now of betraying the other. --
The Alchemist
Buhhhhhh
I am no writer. That 215800 challenge I have been attempting is BULLSHIT and has made me realize once again that I suck at most everything. Not writing because I haven't felt *inspired* about anything. What's up with me needing *inspiration* before I can do anything?? OH WELL. I'm not going to let it get me down. I guess I am just a person who relies on inspiration for everything.
LAME.
OH. WELL.
LAME.
OH. WELL.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
❝I heed echos of your laughter in the corners of my mind
While I memorise each detail of your intricate design
In your hair there is a symphony
Your lips, a string quartet
They tell stories of a Neon Valley Street
Where we first met
now somewhere time pursues us
As we love in Technicolor
But I dwell in silence on your words
Which move me like none other
This time I shall be unafraid
And violence will not move me
this time we will relax
This time we will stay in our movie
I see beyond tomorrow
This life of strife and sorrow
My freedom calls and I must go. ❞
- Janelle Monae
- Janelle Monae
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals Finals
*zoink*
*zoink*
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
21.5.800
A challenge.
I'm always down for a good challenge. Especially if it's anything to do with getting the emotions flowing, the energy balanced and the mind clear. I'm not an especially talented or eloquent writer, but it is something I enjoy and an activity that I can pin down as beneficial to the soul. Yoga and writing help me make sense of the mumbo jumbo that passes through my brain constantly. Yoga to loosen the emotional blockages, and writing to release the pressure. I'm not great at it, but that's okay. I don't do this for anyone's entertainment, I do it for me. That said, I would like to be a better writer, and seeing technical improvement, because it is nice to feel good about what you spend your time doing. My sister read me a quote the other day that didn't resonate with me until just a moment ago. I'll let it speak for itself.
❝ Anything worth doing is worth doing poorly -- until you can learn to do it well.❞ - Zig Zigla
I'm starting to think everyone feels rather insecure about their creations. Music, art, writing. We're afraid others will not appreciate what we've made because it tends to arise from the secret and hidden places in our souls. Places that are afraid of disapproval, rejection and withdrawal. We become vulnerable through specific combinations of words; to make poetry, through a contemplative placement of colour to paper; to make art and through a sequence of musical notes and sounds; to make music. It's quite remarkable when you think about it, yet it is this that we are made of and what our reality consists of. Life is just one subjective experience of art - whatever that means to you personally - and the more honest and vulnerable the better.
I'm always down for a good challenge. Especially if it's anything to do with getting the emotions flowing, the energy balanced and the mind clear. I'm not an especially talented or eloquent writer, but it is something I enjoy and an activity that I can pin down as beneficial to the soul. Yoga and writing help me make sense of the mumbo jumbo that passes through my brain constantly. Yoga to loosen the emotional blockages, and writing to release the pressure. I'm not great at it, but that's okay. I don't do this for anyone's entertainment, I do it for me. That said, I would like to be a better writer, and seeing technical improvement, because it is nice to feel good about what you spend your time doing. My sister read me a quote the other day that didn't resonate with me until just a moment ago. I'll let it speak for itself.
❝ Anything worth doing is worth doing poorly -- until you can learn to do it well.❞ - Zig Zigla
I'm starting to think everyone feels rather insecure about their creations. Music, art, writing. We're afraid others will not appreciate what we've made because it tends to arise from the secret and hidden places in our souls. Places that are afraid of disapproval, rejection and withdrawal. We become vulnerable through specific combinations of words; to make poetry, through a contemplative placement of colour to paper; to make art and through a sequence of musical notes and sounds; to make music. It's quite remarkable when you think about it, yet it is this that we are made of and what our reality consists of. Life is just one subjective experience of art - whatever that means to you personally - and the more honest and vulnerable the better.
...“Do you know what hurts so very much? It’s love. Love is the strongest force in the world, and when it is blocked that means pain.“There are 2 things we can do when this happens. We can kill the love so that it stops hurting. But then of course part of us dies too. Or, Corrie, we can ask God to open up another route for that love to travel. [...] Whenever we cannot love in the old, human way, Corrie, God can give us the perfect way."I did not know, as I listened to Father's footseps winding back down the stairs, that he had given me more than the key to this hard moment. I did not know that he had put into my hands the secret that would open far greater rooms than this --places where therewas not, on a human level, anything to love at all.
Corrie ten Boom, (April 15, 1892 – April 15, 1983) was a Dutch Christian Holocaust survivor who helped many Jews escape the Nazis during World War II
I'm not going to pretend I understand (much less possess) that kind of love, courage, altruism, what it means, and what it's all for. Regardless, I can't help but respect. And it's interesting -at least to me, to see from where people pull such extraordinary strength.
Monday, June 07, 2010
Enamorada
Preguntas Hermosas from Süperfad on Vimeo.
This is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Tortured. wounded and broken souls create masterpieces. "Blessed" is a word whose origin is rooted in the latin word for "wounded". I love that I know such amazingly talented people. Siiiiiiiiiiigh.
Friday, June 04, 2010
#thingsthatmakeyougoawww
An amazing birthday surprise to a bus driver from his company in Denmark. He came into work to cover for a worker and this is what they ended up doing for him.
Portland, OR
3 days of meditation, yoga and peace of mind this weekend. I can't wait! I have never been to a retreat before, nor to Portland, so I am pretty stoked. Yoga was one of my saving graces last year and I think it helped me churn through a lot of emotion. I just feel a lot more aware of what is going on inside of me and more focused inwardly - when I need to be. I do a style of yoga called Amrit Yoga: "meditation in motion, transforming the philosophy of yoga into experiential reality-transcending every aspect of your being. This practice integrates joyful inner stillness with effortless outer action in the world." The daughter of the yogi who founded this method is running the retreat and giving classes. She's lovely!
Unfortunately, I do feel a little under the gun, as finals are coming up next week, but this is when it was happening so there was little choice. Have to take care of the soul and give it priority even if the timing is not ideal. That's the lesson we learn from yoga anyway; "it is a metaphor for life. The skills of mindful attention and meditative awareness you develop on the yoga mat extend to challenges you encounter in life. Painful transition periods, relationships and crises can become opportunities and openings for personal transformation."
I have a new book to read for the drive there and back. Conditions of Love, by John Armstrong which is supposed to be an exquisite philosophical inquiry into the many dimensions of love and intimacy in relationships. Should be fun. :)
NAMASTE!
Unfortunately, I do feel a little under the gun, as finals are coming up next week, but this is when it was happening so there was little choice. Have to take care of the soul and give it priority even if the timing is not ideal. That's the lesson we learn from yoga anyway; "it is a metaphor for life. The skills of mindful attention and meditative awareness you develop on the yoga mat extend to challenges you encounter in life. Painful transition periods, relationships and crises can become opportunities and openings for personal transformation."
I have a new book to read for the drive there and back. Conditions of Love, by John Armstrong which is supposed to be an exquisite philosophical inquiry into the many dimensions of love and intimacy in relationships. Should be fun. :)
NAMASTE!
Thursday, June 03, 2010
Cool
I have a real life "astrotwin" with pretty much an identical chart to mine. He found me, and we're friends now. He lives in Berlin.
Internet, you're kinda cool sometimes.
Internet, you're kinda cool sometimes.
And Yes
I do believe that in a world which cannot fully satisfy the human spirit and a world that leaves each of us with a gaping void, you are at liberty to superimpose whatever experience you wish into something that is healthy, does not harm yourself or anyone else.
You also have permission to distract yourself and escape from your current emotional state, for a moment of reprieve, a moment to breathe. And yes, you also have permission to feed, overload and deluge your emotional state, if need be, if doing otherwise would overwhelm you. As if our emotions are something bad or evil that we should keep under a lock and key? They hold the secrets to surviving and thriving and should be fully explored by whatever means works for you. Dive into music, art, dance, self expression, poetry, fantasy, creativity of any kind. The point is to get whatever's inside there, outside. Things you may not even know you had in you. Suppressed... repressed - no good can come from either of these...
Just be gentle and kind to yourself and to others. As Plato once said, we're all fighting a hard battle.
You also have permission to distract yourself and escape from your current emotional state, for a moment of reprieve, a moment to breathe. And yes, you also have permission to feed, overload and deluge your emotional state, if need be, if doing otherwise would overwhelm you. As if our emotions are something bad or evil that we should keep under a lock and key? They hold the secrets to surviving and thriving and should be fully explored by whatever means works for you. Dive into music, art, dance, self expression, poetry, fantasy, creativity of any kind. The point is to get whatever's inside there, outside. Things you may not even know you had in you. Suppressed... repressed - no good can come from either of these...
Just be gentle and kind to yourself and to others. As Plato once said, we're all fighting a hard battle.
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
Meaning.
The complications of love, the struggle to "find our purpose", incessantly wrestling our demons. What all for? Can't help but feel life is rather pointless in most every way imaginable.
Yet somehow there is... music. What is it even? Music is the strangest thing. Sounds that fill you with intangible hope, that express your innermost fears and desires when words fail. When people fail. It's not something you can touch, feel or describe in a way that makes sense to anyone else -- other than how it touches you, how it makes you feel, personally. Your experience, is yours.
Music is made of magic. It will never break your heart... it will assuage an implacable soul and soothe your mind and body, when nothing else can.
At least. AT LEAST we have that.
Carry on.
Yet somehow there is... music. What is it even? Music is the strangest thing. Sounds that fill you with intangible hope, that express your innermost fears and desires when words fail. When people fail. It's not something you can touch, feel or describe in a way that makes sense to anyone else -- other than how it touches you, how it makes you feel, personally. Your experience, is yours.
Music is made of magic. It will never break your heart... it will assuage an implacable soul and soothe your mind and body, when nothing else can.
At least. AT LEAST we have that.
Carry on.
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
LCD Soundsystem @ Sasquatch 2010
LCD Soundsystem got the ENTIRE Main Stage in a moment of synchronized dancing. *sigh* (happy sigh :) ) We only live once people! do/experience/live what you love, always.
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