“Without music, life would be a mistake.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
Sad to be a complete lover of music and a not very good musician. Sight reading skills gone, keyboard skills gone, barely adequate on the instruments here and don't even have some of the instruments of long gone loves. What little voice once had, has gone.
Then the Joy, Love, Completeness to being One with the ever continuing song of Life. The having the song Always playing. Always being heard. Always being sang along.
Of all those personalities in Riddle, the base-core one is the song.
Taping along on the steering wheel. Air guitar. Rock band practice, Hours of YouTubes. Singing the song before writing these words. Hearing people converse in song. Hear their sad songs, love songs, dramas, folk tales, indie, classical, new genres. (read Pema quoting Frank Zappa once).
More than the inadequate phrase "Love of Music". The voices in my head are music, singing and playing the song. The moments of silence are the rests in the score that define. This existence IS musical. An earthly Musical we sing and dance through.
Inside the head, the universe sings
Tinnitus
Binaural Beats
Pink Noise, Brown Noise
White Noise
Ohhhh ahhhhhh mmmmm ...
Added retreat pages and photos today, also organized some notes I'd taken, where able. So strange to try to fit together disparate lines, imagining how to convey what was meant, with so much missing. So sleepy now, hoping not to wake early again.
Reading Eden's report from yesterday, and considering some of the discussions we had over the week about being with what is without adding positivity or negativity, I am struck by how hard it is to look at the raw impressions of a situation like that and just say what they are. For years popular emphasis on good mental health has been about working up something nice to say, but sometimes it seems much better to simply draw a map.
Going to listen to a guided meditation to go into sleeping tonight, since 3 breaths only came up as I thought of it while writing. :)
@Riddle, such a musical soul you have! @Eliza, thank you so much for the delightful pictures, the Amsterdam canal one in black & white & blue is a masterpiece! @Adams, thanks for the hug, I needed a hug :)
A friend of mine who have been studying graphology for 4 years, gave me this morning the results of her analysis of my handwriting: was struck by the profound insights she gave me! Understood why "groundbreaking" was so important for me these days. My fundamental tendency is to stay in familiar territory, and I'm now willing to push the envelope!
Had a lot of fun with Siri tonite. Did you know he can now find "animals, babies, beaches, flowers, snow, sun, trees, houses, food " in your photos? You just have to ask:)
Riddle's post about MLK and Gandhi reminds me that I have a slide show that would make a nice museum exhibition.
@Eden--a hug.
Sad to be a complete lover of music and a not very good musician. Sight reading skills gone, keyboard skills gone, barely adequate on the instruments here and don't even have some of the instruments of long gone loves. What little voice once had, has gone.
Then the Joy, Love, Completeness to being One with the ever continuing song of Life. The having the song Always playing. Always being heard. Always being sang along.
Of all those personalities in Riddle, the base-core one is the song.
Taping along on the steering wheel. Air guitar. Rock band practice, Hours of YouTubes. Singing the song before writing these words. Hearing people converse in song. Hear their sad songs, love songs, dramas, folk tales, indie, classical, new genres. (read Pema quoting Frank Zappa once).
More than the inadequate phrase "Love of Music". The voices in my head are music, singing and playing the song. The moments of silence are the rests in the score that define. This existence IS musical. An earthly Musical we sing and dance through.
Inside the head, the universe sings
Tinnitus
Binaural Beats
Pink Noise, Brown Noise
White Noise
Ohhhh ahhhhhh mmmmm ...
Added retreat pages and photos today, also organized some notes I'd taken, where able. So strange to try to fit together disparate lines, imagining how to convey what was meant, with so much missing. So sleepy now, hoping not to wake early again.
Reading Eden's report from yesterday, and considering some of the discussions we had over the week about being with what is without adding positivity or negativity, I am struck by how hard it is to look at the raw impressions of a situation like that and just say what they are. For years popular emphasis on good mental health has been about working up something nice to say, but sometimes it seems much better to simply draw a map.
Going to listen to a guided meditation to go into sleeping tonight, since 3 breaths only came up as I thought of it while writing. :)
A friend of mine who have been studying graphology for 4 years, gave me this morning the results of her analysis of my handwriting: was struck by the profound insights she gave me! Understood why "groundbreaking" was so important for me these days. My fundamental tendency is to stay in familiar territory, and I'm now willing to push the envelope!
Had a lot of fun with Siri tonite. Did you know he can now find "animals, babies, beaches, flowers, snow, sun, trees, houses, food " in your photos? You just have to ask:)