Real knowledge is to know the extent of one’s ignorance.
Real knowledge is to know the extent of one’s ignorance.
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My daughter crochets. This is a glove she made for herself when it was still rather chilly in the Poconos earlier this year. The gloves look really nice and are a cool style that I’ve never seen before.
She’s an amazing artist in so many ways. Not only is she a fabulous singer (I’ll be posting some of her music soon), but she is very creative in other areas of the arts, including drawing.
She’s a smart young woman with talent. And I’m proud of her. I often wonder what made her little spirit pick me to be her mom. Both my daughters for that matter. Of all the mothers in the universe, they picked me. It is such an honor to be their mother, and I hope that I never dishonor their spirits by doing anything that could make them less than great human beings on this planet. Their energetic souls look to me to teach them what they may not know about this world. And my job is to learn from them what I’ve forgotten about this world. They are amazing souls. Ladies, I honor you always.
As for her crocheting skills…I hope she keeps it up. She’s good…and can only get better. She’s made skull caps and is working on other things I’m sure. I’m still waiting for my gloves.
:: blinking at Aviance ::
Maybe one day I’ll get them…
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Colorblind by Counting Crows
Try something different. For just one night, maybe tonight, go through the entire night using only candle light. Don’t turn on any artificial light. Grab a bunch of candles at the dollar store and bring your home to life in a new way. Carry a candle when going from room to room; ensure each room you are using is lit only with candles.
Come back and share your experience. What was it like to live for a moment in the past?
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Ain’t No Sunshine by Syndicate of Soul
There is always at least one person who can calm us with a soothing word, a warm glance, or a relaxing tune. Musicians have for centuries mastered the art of using music to soothe even the most rambunctious individual. They churn out melodies that arrest our souls, leaving us entranced for hours.
For me, what is most enchanting is the piano. Although I play, I derive great pleasure from listening to fellow piano players, particularly those who indulge in the classics. My love for this fascinating instrument has invited into my music collection classical and contemporary tunes not often heard in the mainstream.
Bach, Tchaikovsky, Beethoven, Mozart and Brahms are among a few of my favorites in the classical arena. The tunes of Weather Report, Incognito, Dave Koz and Boney James are among some of my contemporary jazz favorites.
Sitting near a piano, as a masterful interpreter cranks out his version of a romantic or spirited piece is breathtaking. As the tunes climb the air I am transported into a place where only the notes exist, floating around me like butterflies newly born.
I believe that playing the piano has changed me. It has given me another dimension that has served to shape my thoughts and imagination, as well as provide a calming outlet for looming frustrations.
The piano is a welcome friend who is always there; winter, spring, summer or fall. I am grateful for the gift of the piano.
i get this eerie feeling that something is on the horizon. something we’ve never seen or felt before. it will be a thing that completely rocks our world and raises our awareness of what can happen, and what can exist.
i know i’m being vague, but i cannot give what i don’t have to give. i only know the feeling. it is coming and coming fast. my only hope is that we are all prepared for it…
This is my daughter. She wrote the lyrics herself.
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Back in my day, I could blow pretty well. But the cobwebs have taken over. Now, I am only a semblance of what I was.
:: hacking and coughing :: Â Me me meeee…. Â :: coughing out cobwebs ::
My young lady is doing her thing. Hope you enjoy one of her many sounds.
ha! gotcha! lol.
when i see you, we’ll make love in the snow together…
winter 2010
No single thing or person is an inspiration to me. I am inspired by all that is, the good and the bad, the sexy and not so sexy. My inspiration comes from being present with the many experiences of life. If I am in the moment, then whatever I see, touch, hear or taste can become my inspiration. Today, I may be inspired by the seed of a mango. Tomorrow, I may be inspired not by the trees that sway, but by the wind that sways them. Another day I am inspired by the tiny ant that runs up a wall, or by the night blooming flowers I was fortunate enough to see only a few nights ago. Sometimes something a person says may inspire me, even though the person may not be someone I admire. It is all very cosmic and ever changing, flowing with the tide of life and merely being. I don’t need to seek inspiration, I allow inspiration to live and breathe in everything around me–within me. My only duty is to be aware and present at all times, so inspiration can come into focus on its own terms.
Sharing a piece someone sent me a few months ago. It is from a book which I hope to purchase soon. I often meditate on this one.
The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love
for your dream for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s
betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers
and toes without cautioning us to be careful be
realistic remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
– Oriah Mountain Dreamer
A little bit of fun and crazy now and again in life doesn’t hurt. When was the last time you just let yourself go and did something absolutely crazy, something fun?
When last did you let the child in you show? We spend so much time following the status quo that we’ve forgotten how to just have fun. Or, we believe that we can’t have youthful fun anymore because we are “adults”. Let go! Be crazy or silly. Do something you haven’t done in years. Have fun!
For those who remember the Boogie Down Bronx, remember Skate Key? Now that was the spot to be back in the day. Tie up your skates and take a roll around a skating rink. For those roller coaster fans, hop on! Scream to your hearts’ content.
Don’t allow society to define who you are and what you can and cannot do for fun. And don’t let any culture tell you what it means to be adult. We get so caught up in certain words and their definitions, we box ourselves in and confine ourselves to one mode of being and thinking…even as we sit within a spirit that is diverse and filled with myriad possibilities, and endless abilities.
Yesterday, today, and for all tomorrows, I break free from the mental chains that bind me. I am a child of the universe. And with that comes the right and ability to be whatever I need to be to grow spiritually, intellectually and physically. I have unlimited access to the possibilities that exist and will allow them to flow freely by being open to everything that I am, could be and will be.
Today, I will play….
:: covering eyes ::
1, 2, 3, 4, 5…
:: counting so everyone can run and hide for a game of hide-and-seek ::
Raise your words, not voice! It is rain which grows flowers, not thunder. ~Rumi
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