On Friday I went to The Morgan Library and Museum with the AP literature and language classes from our school. This was my second visit, and walking into this room literally took my breath away both times. I have always loved books. (As an English teacher, this is a pretty mandatory prerequisite.) I love books though for so many different reasons. Books teach us about our history, our present, and our future. They teach us about our fellow man. They show different cultures, walks of life, and belief systems. Most of all, however, they build our understanding and empathy. Reading opens minds. It combats ignorance. It teaches lessons and it encourages reflection. Reading provides an escape, and it also launches us into magical worlds ripe with adventure. It allows us to live thousands of lives through thousands of ages. It allows a sharing of diverse opinions, but it ultimately brings us together. The artifacts at this location are exquisite and timeless, but most of all, the building’s walls are filled with energy. It lives in the pages. It invites our attention. It enriches our lives. These books: they long to be read.
Real? What is this?
Again I am speaking to YOU. The one who is reading right now.
I invite you to feel like we are having a quick chat. And i am deeply honoured that I get the chance to spread my experiences and share them with you.
Whatever you’ll take from it, that’s what it will be.
All i want to do is to spread love and make you think. Think about you, your life, why you’re here and what you want to do within this time on earth!
So I am inviting you to be REAL with me.
To be AUTHENTIC.
Because I am truly sick of this way that we are treating ourselves and each other.
Somehow we keep hiding and burying all the important sh** and put on a mask of perfection.
Because we think we need to function in a world where pretty much EVERYONE suffers and has some sort of „disfunction“ in their life’s.
Everything that we are hiding gets stuck within us and will keep us from experiencing our FULL POTENTIAL.
To live your full potential you have to see, honour and love your whole being!
ALL that you are belongs to you!
ALL the beauty and ALL the bullshit.
ALL the feelings that you are experiencing.
ALL the „good“ and the „bad“. We need to STOP burying ourselves in our past!
We need to STOP hiding, what we are experiencing because of this false image that we are trying to create of us.
ALL THESE IMPERFECTIONS ARE WHAT MAKES ALL OF US PERFECT IN THEIR OWN WAY.
Love your struggles, love the shit in your life.
It all belongs together.
I am reaching out to that part of you that knows deep down that there is more to this life, than hiding and staying in your comfort zone.
To that part that is dreaming for those dreams are keeping you alive.
Don’t let those dreams vanish!
Love them, live them!
I love you!
✨Hello and welcome to all walks of life ✨ My name is Krisi Moon. I am a travel blogger currently living in Sydney, Australia. I write about all kinds of subjects relating to travel, gap years and any advice I can offer to people from the lessons I have learnt. Thank you for taking the time to read my writing ☀️
🎼Qu'est-ce que le Rubato ?🎶🎶 "Le Rubato est un phénomène qui a plusieurs facettes"
"Le tempo de la musique n'a pas une existence mathématique"
Edoardo Torbianelli est artiste en résidence à la Fondation Royaumont (2016-18). A l'initiative de Sylvie Brely, Directrice du programme Claviers et présidente de l'association la Nouvelle Athènes, il a animé plusieurs cours durant l'atelier de formation « Chopin, rythme et prosodie polonais et le chant du violoncelle du 9 au 14 juillet 2017 ». Il nous livre dans ce cours filmé par Gildas Boclé une synthèse passionnante sur le Rubato et son usage dans l'esthétique romantique.
Retrouvez les artistes de la Nouvelle Athènes, engagés dans une démarche artistique historiquement informée, lors du festival organisé du 2 au 4 février à la salle Cortot et à la maison Heinrich Heine.
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30 minutes on the elliptical followed by these stretches using the #precor has helped my #sciatica. The pain I felt over the holidays was almost unbearable. I can not afford to take a break from working out. #lesson learned.
The Prompts of Death
Death is something most of us are shielded from in the early years of life. A pet, an elderly distant relative—these are common introductions to this concept completely foreign to someone looking up at a world with anticipation of being big enough to get his/her hands on it.
Eventually, it sinks in that our parents are not around forever—and that we aren't, either. But still from a position of eagerness to be a grown-up, our concern with our bio-clock is that it's not moving fast enough.
Then, we become adults, and we get our hands on the life we've made. We're also fully exposed to death—and its theft from that life we've built. This might be through losing the people we know and love, exposure in certain careers (i.e. health care), losing the celebrities we've grown up with, fatal tragedies headlined across the tops of our screens, and even our own bodies showing signs of having peaked.
Aside from grieving for the loss of loved ones, death's main affect on us can be as a reminder. A reminder telling us... Everything is temporary.
Cherish every moment by being fully present.
Stay out of mental ruts (perhaps take a different way home from work).
Connect with those with whom you've been too distant.
Exercise the courage to improve.
Go for it.
Be happy to be alive.
Following last week's memorial to Christina, I shared another death (two, actually) related to my homelessness documentary project.
When it comes to this project, being able to hear from two passed people will shed light on the pervasiveness of the drug epidemic and the turmoil threading through the lives of many in the Minnesota Native American community.
When it comes to this week's message, they are reminders of temporariness—and all the prompts that come with it.
Have a cherished week.
“Brand New Person?” Part 2. This whole journey was made in the hopes of fulfilling a purpose I felt called, pushed towards. The life I was living was fine, but it was no longer serving me. Why did I have to want more? Was it brave or foolish to wreck it all? Did I waste and frivolously invest my time, life’s savings, & passions?
Perhaps I did. Maybe this was all in vain. I cannot change any of that now. What’s done is done, now “onto the next one,” as Dave Grohl famously admonished. (Full post- joshovaswitness.com)
We must start where we are at. For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. Start smarter, not harder, is the best way forward. Our mindsets dictate our present. What we do in our present realities dictates our futures.
Fear is an opinion based on current circumstances, and does nothing to serve our futures. Even when it’s nebulous. Even when we feel our lives are pulling us apart, fear blocks all that is good and all we have been working towards.
So, like the possessions, the city, the career, the relationships I have let go of or vice versa, like the Fetters I have broken, I loose the fear and let it go.
The sun and wind at one in an ancient dance, evaporate the clouds in the sky. I shine a light into the shadows of my mind, into the places I feel fear, people and circumstances who have failed me, my own inattention to important details, and they start fading away.
Nature does not judge us. We are part of this Earth. Humans have their own interconnected ecosystems called societies. We all have a role, a piece to offer in this cosmic jigsaw melting-pot.
I’m not really sure what that looks like for me anymore. I’m letting go of the fear and guilt.
Today is 1/1/2019. I am choosing to start renewed, hopefully for the better & not for worse. A brand new person with brand new mistakes, brand new adventures, relationships, opportunities to create & discover. #newyear#lesson#explore .
New year/new blog post! “Brand New Person/Same Old Mistakes?” I lied about not being afraid. Not on purpose, because I truly wasn’t afraid to leave everything behind and embark on this journey. I’m laying in a hammock- realizing I planned to have a home, physical possessions, royalties, a new life to return to and won’t have any of it. At least I have this moment this beautiful azure lagoon. (Full post joshovaswitness.com.) In the pursuit of finishing my first book, my life’s mission- to help others’ know their worth- I lost focus of a few things- financially and otherwise. I’ve said it was worth it all, but now, it’s too soon to tell. Likes don’t translate to $, or birds and books - a message of hope in hand.
1/1/2019 finds me starting from scratch, again, in some ways. We restart smarter, more focused & with new goals to achieve. Or am I just a Brand new person making the same old mistakes?
I put my all of my eggs in one basket. The realization that it may have been for nought looms very real. I have a couple eggs left- more than that, honestly. Those of us who have 5 senses, who have a bed to sleep on, at least for tonight. Those reading this probably have much more going for you than not.
It would be easier, to throw in the towel. To say my life is forfeit. That would really undo it all. The message of strength & self-acceptance would ring hollow. The egoic, fear-based nature I’ve shed, comes creeping back when faced with the realization that I may have failed. No one may read this book, or my next one- even though it’s what motivates me and enflames my passions.
The temptation to remain paralyzed in fear, & regret is illusory but always an option. I’ve lived that before, for years at times. Living this way would make me feel more incomplete than any misstep that has been taken.
Or- I can swallow my pride, take care of business, & start again- again. #newyear#author