Monday, August 31, 2015
Sacks interviews
http://www.npr.org/sections/health-shots/2015/08/31/436289763/oliver-sacks-a-neurologist-at-the-intersection-of-fact-and-fable
Oliver Sacks 7.9.1933-8.30.2015
The artwork is available as a print and I am donating all proceeds to the Oliver Sacks Foundation.
As the broken instrument of his body is buried motionless and mute into the earth, may the symphony of his spirit live on in his writing with the same eternally resounding vigor as what Dr. Sacks called “one of the world’s great musical treasures” in his final communication with the world: Ode to Joy with Bernstein conducting
What a privilege for this world to have been graced with this extraordinary human animal and his fully embodied mind. The only thing left to say is what Dr. Sacks himself wrote to his beloved aunt Lennie, who shaped his life, as she lay dying: “Thank you, once again, and for the last time, for living — for being you.”
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Oliver Sacks
http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2015/jul/25/oliver-sacks-who-has-taught-us-so-much-now-teaches-us-the-art-of-dying
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/08/16/opinion/sunday/oliver-sacks-sabbath.html?smid=fb-share
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/02/19/opinion/oliver-sacks-on-learning-he-has-terminal-cancer.html
http://www.radiolab.org/story/dr-sacks-looks-back/?utm_source=sharedUrl&utm_medium=metatag&utm_campaign=sharedUrl
http://www.oliversacks.com/
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/08/16/opinion/sunday/oliver-sacks-sabbath.html
“ Music can lift us out of depression or move us to tears - it is a remedy, a tonic, orange juice for the ear. But for many of my neurological patients, music is even more - it can provide access, even when no medication can, to movement, to speech, to life. For them, music is not a luxury, but a necessity.”
~ Oliver Wolf Sacks...
written to his Aunt Lennie as she lay dying: “Thank you, once again, and for the last time, for living — for being
you.”
http://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2015/08/the-oliver-sacks-reading-list/401993/ lots of great quotes from him
"Thank you, once again, and for the last time, for living – for being you."
“We see with the eyes, but we see with the brain as well.”
"The act of writing is an integral part of my mental life; ideas emerge, are shaped, in the act of writing... a special, indispensable form of talking to myself."
The extraordinary survival story of "a creature of muscle, motion and music, all inseparable and in unison with each other."Nowhere did this embodied awareness, nor his luminous soul, come more vibrantly alive than in the remarkable story of how he once saved his own life by song and literature while running from a raging bull in a Norwegian fjord, told in his 1974 memoir A Leg to Stand On (public library) – the story by which I shall always remember him.
“I had no room now for this fear, or for any other fear, because I was filled to the brim with music.”
A touching celebration of the "intense sense of love, death, and transience, inseparably mixed."
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/08/16/opinion/sunday/oliver-sacks-sabbath.html?smid=fb-share
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/02/19/opinion/oliver-sacks-on-learning-he-has-terminal-cancer.html
http://www.radiolab.org/story/dr-sacks-looks-back/?utm_source=sharedUrl&utm_medium=metatag&utm_campaign=sharedUrl
http://www.oliversacks.com/
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/08/16/opinion/sunday/oliver-sacks-sabbath.html
“ Music can lift us out of depression or move us to tears - it is a remedy, a tonic, orange juice for the ear. But for many of my neurological patients, music is even more - it can provide access, even when no medication can, to movement, to speech, to life. For them, music is not a luxury, but a necessity.”
~ Oliver Wolf Sacks...
written to his Aunt Lennie as she lay dying: “Thank you, once again, and for the last time, for living — for being
you.”
http://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2015/08/the-oliver-sacks-reading-list/401993/ lots of great quotes from him
"Thank you, once again, and for the last time, for living – for being you."
“We see with the eyes, but we see with the brain as well.”
"The act of writing is an integral part of my mental life; ideas emerge, are shaped, in the act of writing... a special, indispensable form of talking to myself."
The extraordinary survival story of "a creature of muscle, motion and music, all inseparable and in unison with each other."Nowhere did this embodied awareness, nor his luminous soul, come more vibrantly alive than in the remarkable story of how he once saved his own life by song and literature while running from a raging bull in a Norwegian fjord, told in his 1974 memoir A Leg to Stand On (public library) – the story by which I shall always remember him.
“I had no room now for this fear, or for any other fear, because I was filled to the brim with music.”
A touching celebration of the "intense sense of love, death, and transience, inseparably mixed."
Love, Lunacy, and a Life Fully Lived: Oliver Sacks, the Science of Seeing, and the Art of Being Seen
“My Own Life,” The New York Times, 2015
Sacks’s essay about learning of his terminal cancer.
I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved; I have been given much and I have given something in return; I have read and traveled and thought and written. I have had an intercourse with the world, the special intercourse of writers and readers.
Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure.
Monday, August 17, 2015
Mountains quotes
Keep close to Nature's heart...and break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.
- John Muir
* * * * * *
My father considered a walk among the mountains as the equivalent of churchgoing.
- Aldous Huxley
* * * * * *
Mountains are not stadiums where I satisfy my ambitions to achieve, they are the cathedrals where I practice my religion.
- Anatoli Bourkreev
* * * * * *
No matter how sophisticated you may be, a large granite mountain cannot be denied - it speaks in silence to the very core of your being.
- Ansel Adams
* * * * * *
Great things are done when men and mountains meet;
This is not done by jostling in the street.
- William Blake
* * * * * *
When the wind calls, you know, that somewhere in the mountains, it has found the answers that you were looking for. The pull of the horizon overcomes the inertia of reason...and you just have to go.
- Vikram Oberoi
* * * * * *
Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity.
- John Muir
* * * * * *
I'm a person of the mountains and open paddocks and the big empty sky, that's me, and I knew if I spent too long away from all that I'd die; I don't' know what of, I just knew I'd die.
- John Marsden
* * * * * *
This mountain, the arched back of the earth risen before us, it made me feel humble, like a beggar, just lucky to be here at all, even briefly.
- Bridget Asher
* * * * * *
These mountains, which have seen untold sunrises, long to thunder praise but stand reverent, silent, so that man's weak praise should be given God's attention.
- Donald Miller
* * * * * *
Somewhere between the bottom of the climb and the summit is the answer to the mystery why we climb.
- Greg Child
* * * * * *
Nobody climbs mountains for scientific reasons. Science is used to raise money for the expeditions, but you really climb for the hell of it.
- Sir Edmund Hillary
* * * * * *
It's not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves.
- Sir Edmund Hillary
* * * * * *
Mountains have a way of dealing with overconfidence.
- Nemann Buhl
* * * * * *
Chasing angels or fleeing demons, go to the mountains.
- Jeffrey Rasley
* * * * * *
By bringing myself over the edge and back, I discovered a passion to live my days fully, a conviction that will sustain me like sweet water on the periodically barren plain of our short lives.
- Jonathan Waterman
* * * * * *
He who climbs upon the highest mountains laughs at all tragedies, real or imaginary.
- Friedrich Nietszche
* * * * * *
Each fresh peak ascended teaches something.
- Sir Martin Convay
* * * * * *
I like geography best, he said, because your mountains and rivers know the secret. Pay no attention to boundaries.
- Brian Andreas
* * * * * *
You never climb the same mountain twice, not even in memory. Memory rebuilds the mountain, changes the weather, retells the jokes, remakes all the moves.
- Lito Tejada-Flores
* * * * * *
If you are faced with a mountain, you have several options. You can climb it and cross to the other side. You can go around it. You can dig under it. You can fly over it. You can blow it up. You can ignore it and pretend it's not there. You can turn around and go back the way you came. Or you can stay on the mountain and make it your home.
- Vera Nazarian
* * * * * *
Marry a mountain girl, and you marry the whole mountain.
- Irish Proverb
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Parker Palmer graduation speech from brainpickings
http://www.brainpickings.org/2015/08/10/parker-palmer-naropa-university-commencement-address/
Anam CAra John o donohue by Maria popova
http://www.brainpickings.org/2015/08/12/anam-cara-john-o-donohue-soul-friend/?mc_cid=c738efb0b7&mc_eid=3c673841e9
Anam Cara and the Essence of True Friendship: Poet and Philosopher John O’Donohue on the Beautiful Ancient Celtic Notion of Soul-Friend
by Maria Popova
“A friend is a loved one who awakens your life in order to free the wild possibilities within you.”
Aristotle laid out the philosophical foundation of friendship as the art of holding up a mirror to each other’s souls. Two millennia later, Emerson contemplated its two pillars of truth and tenderness. Another century later, C.S. Lewis wrote: “Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art, like the universe itself… It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.”
But nowhere do the beauty, mystery, and soul-sustenance of friendship come more vibrantly alive than in the 1997 masterwork Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom (public library) by the late, great Irish poet and philosopher John O’Donohue (January 1, 1956–January 4, 2008), titled after the Gaelic for “soul-friend” — a beautiful concept that elegantly encapsulates what Aristotle and Emerson and Lewis articulated in many more words.
O’Donohue examines the essence and origin of the term:
In the Celtic tradition, there is a beautiful understanding of love and friendship. One of the fascinating ideas here is the idea of soul-love; the old Gaelic term for this is anam cara.Anam is the Gaelic word for soul and cara is the word for friend. So anam cara in the Celtic world was the “soul friend.” In the early Celtic church, a person who acted as a teacher, companion, or spiritual guide was called an anam cara. It originally referred to someone to whom you confessed, revealing the hidden intimacies of your life. With the anam cara you could share your inner-most self, your mind and your heart. This friendship was an act of recognition and belonging. When you had an anam cara, your friendship cut across all convention, morality, and category. You were joined in an ancient and eternal way with the “friend of your soul.” The Celtic understanding did not set limitations of space or time on the soul. There is no cage for the soul. The soul is a divine light that flows into you and into your Other. This art of belonging awakened and fostered a deep and special companionship.
The kind of friendship one finds in an anam cara, O’Donohue argues, is a very special form of love — not the kind that leads us to pit the platonic against the romantic but something much larger and more transcendent:
In this love, you are understood as you are without mask or pretension. The superficial and functional lies and half-truths of social acquaintance fall away, you can be as you really are. Love allows understanding to dawn, and understanding is precious. Where you are understood, you are at home. Understanding nourishes belonging. When you really feel understood, you feel free to release yourself into the trust and shelter of the other person’s soul… This art of love discloses the special and sacred identity of the other person. Love is the only light that can truly read the secret signature of the other person’s individuality and soul. Love alone is literate in the world of origin; it can decipher identity and destiny.
But being an anam cara requires of a purposeful presence — it asks that we show up with absolute integrity of intention. That interior intentionality, O’Donohue suggests, is what sets the true anam cara apart from the acquaintance or the casual friend — a distinction all the more important today, in a culture where we throw the word “friend” around all too hastily, designating little more than perfunctory affiliation. But this faculty of showing up must be an active presence rather than a mere abstraction — the person who declares herself a friend but shirks when the other’s soul most needs seeing is not an anam cara.
O’Donohue writes:
The heart learns a new art of feeling. Such friendship is neither cerebral nor abstract. In Celtic tradition, the anam cara was not merely a metaphor or ideal. It was a soul-bond that existed as a recognized and admired social construct. It altered the meaning of identity and perception. When your affection is kindled, the world of your intellect takes on a new tenderness and compassion… You look and see and understand differently. Initially, this can be disruptive and awkward, but it gradually refines your sensibility and transforms your way of being in the world. Most fundamentalism, greed, violence, and oppression can be traced back to the separation of idea and affection.The anam cara perspective is sublime because it permits us to enter this unity of ancient belonging.
O’Donohue borrows Aristotle’s notion of friendship and stretches it to a more expansive understanding:
A friend is a loved one who awakens your life in order to free the wild possibilities within you.[…]The one you love, your anam cara, your soul friend, is the truest mirror to reflect your soul. The honesty and clarity of true friendship also brings out the real contour of your spirit.
Anam Cara is a soul-stretching read in its entirety, exploring such immutable human concerns as love, work, aging, and death through the timeless lens of ancient Celtic wisdom. Complement it with poet and philosopher David Whyte on the true meaning of friendship, love, and heartbreak, then treat yourself to O’Donohue’s magnificent On Being conversation with Krista Tippett — one of the last interviews he gave before his sudden and tragic death.
If you realize how vital to your whole spirit — and being and character and mind and health — friendship actually is, you will take time for it… [But] for so many of us … we have to be in trouble before we remember what’s essential… It’s one of the lonelinesses of humans that you hold on desperately to things that make you miserable and … you only realize what you have when you’re almost about to lose it.
articles on dying
http://www.theatlantic.com/features/archive/2014/09/why-i-hope-to-die-at-75/379329/
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2015/08/14/zen-and-the-art-of-dying-well/?smid=fb-nytimes&smtyp=cur&_r=1
Being Mortal
http://www.brainpickings.org/2015/08/06/diane-ackerman-a-natural-history-of-the-senses-2/?mc_cid=c738efb0b7&mc_eid=3c673841e9
anam cara http://www.brainpickings.org/2015/08/12/anam-cara-john-o-donohue-soul-friend/?mc_cid=c738efb0b7&mc_eid=3c673841e9
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2015/08/14/zen-and-the-art-of-dying-well/?smid=fb-nytimes&smtyp=cur&_r=1
Being Mortal
http://www.brainpickings.org/2015/08/06/diane-ackerman-a-natural-history-of-the-senses-2/?mc_cid=c738efb0b7&mc_eid=3c673841e9
anam cara http://www.brainpickings.org/2015/08/12/anam-cara-john-o-donohue-soul-friend/?mc_cid=c738efb0b7&mc_eid=3c673841e9
When dying comes into the picture, there’s simply no firm ground to stand on. It’s that way with life too, but much easier to pretend otherwise."
To be confronted with a serious illness is to be confronted with a fear of death for most of us. How do we balance hope with realism? And how do we age with grace? Drawing on Atul Gawande's book, Mary Jo Bennett highlights some ways our culture is evolving in its relationship with death.http://www.onbeing.org/blog/the-landmark-of-aging-with-grace/7721
In his epilogue, Atul Gawande summarizes the vital questions to ask ourselves when faced with serious sickness:
“What is your understanding of the situation and its potential outcomes? What are the trade-offs you are willing to make and not willing to make? And what is the course of action that best serves this understanding?”
Although this type of inquiry can be a useful assessment tool and is certainly better than avoiding the elephant in the room altogether, it is not going to guarantee that events will unfold in accordance with our wishes. It’s impossible to predict what the trade-offs will cost us. Nor can we accurately predict how any course of action will match up with our expectations and hopes. If we are to be clearly honest, when dying comes into the picture, there’s simply no firm ground to stand on. It’s that way with life too, but much easier to pretend otherwise.
http://www.onbeing.org/search/site/dying lots of articles here
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
The Warrior We Call Painted Wings Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Dear Brave Souls: Also by request from La Lisa, for the souls who are being rowed out...
The Warrior We Called 'Painted Wings'
Some say endurance comes
from 100 reps, each muscle group,
over and over, and spaced out.
Fair enough.
from 100 reps, each muscle group,
over and over, and spaced out.
Fair enough.
Some develop beautiful bold muscles;
It is hard work,
and I am in gentle admiration.
It is hard work,
and I am in gentle admiration.
Too, there are billions
of reps and lifts
made by one pair
of fragile painted wings.
over and over, spaced out
in a trail of orange music
through the sky
every year
from California
to Michoacan Mejico—
of reps and lifts
made by one pair
of fragile painted wings.
over and over, spaced out
in a trail of orange music
through the sky
every year
from California
to Michoacan Mejico—
over 1,675 miles
by that one,
that black and orange
supple stained glass one,
who since
ancient times is said
by that one,
that black and orange
supple stained glass one,
who since
ancient times is said
represents the true Soul.
Now we can see why.
Amazing endurance,
no matter the weathers.
Now we can see why.
Amazing endurance,
no matter the weathers.
***
Living in Mejico
as a young woman,
Maria Elena the puppetmaker
taught me a balm
to rub on my forehead,
my cheeks, my throat and chest...
and this balm attracted the souls,
I mean
of course,
Living in Mejico
as a young woman,
Maria Elena the puppetmaker
taught me a balm
to rub on my forehead,
my cheeks, my throat and chest...
and this balm attracted the souls,
I mean
of course,
the butterflies.
***
And as I flew alongside you
in your disheveled years
which I found painful
and of a certain beautiful...
and during your fragile years,
which I found challenging
and also often beautiful...
And as I flew alongside you
in your disheveled years
which I found painful
and of a certain beautiful...
and during your fragile years,
which I found challenging
and also often beautiful...
and in your frail years
which were beautiful
for the bones of
a butterfly are beautiful
but made me often weep...
which were beautiful
for the bones of
a butterfly are beautiful
but made me often weep...
what words, what words
could I say to you, old warrior,
that would have any meaning
about where in the migration
we were tacking and arcing?
could I say to you, old warrior,
that would have any meaning
about where in the migration
we were tacking and arcing?
Thus, I traveled backward
in time, my face again
covered
in black and orange,
remembering the words
to pray/ say
after the long migration
in time, my face again
covered
in black and orange,
remembering the words
to pray/ say
after the long migration
across an ocean,
then across a nation,
then across the life
of a man now
in advanced old age...
then across a nation,
then across the life
of a man now
in advanced old age...
The chants we sang
to the Monarchs...
the words to my old father
were the same... the same...
to the Monarchs...
the words to my old father
were the same... the same...
Rest your brave warrior wings now.
May your heart be kept safe now,
inside The Heart of the One now,
Mariposa, La Alma, the True Soul now
The inane, insane, amazing
journey is over now.
You are home at last now.
Rest now
"Painted Wings"...
Rest...
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and with love to all who row a loved one out now, have done the hard and so blessed work and joy and sorrow of rowing a soul out, will row a special spirit out some day, one day far forward or within sight. Even the difficult, even the conflicted, even the 'gone but still here' still have living souls. Even if they have forgotten their souls, we can remember. Even if they no longer know, we can know. Even if others are not decent, we can be decent
dr.e
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Poem "Little 'Painted Wings", from a trilogy of poems about life/death/life from unpub'd manuscript La Pasionaria/ The Bright Angel, Collected Poetry of Clarissa Pinkola Estés ©1978, 1998, 2012, 2015 C.P. Estés, all rights reserved
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CODA
The first generation of Monarchs, born in the first wave of any year, often do not live long enough to make the migration back again to Calif and the west...unless they are born stateside especially the third or fourth generation of butterfly births that year. Those first generation female Monarchs who reach Mejico will lay their eggs of the next generation before they die. And that is the nexus of one of the three poems in this trilogy, that we are given birth to, even as others pass. The third poem is about the 'radar' butterflies use for such long migrations.
-------------------
My beautiful brutal strange smart 'illiterate' talented father, Pinkola Jozsef, one of the last survivors of the once massive now decimated by WWII small tribe of Danau Schwabische from the tiny villages of southern Hungary, passed from this world in 1999. I hardly have any new words to describe how it has been since: it is still that I miss him like fire. Requiescat in pace... siempre, siempre.
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Poem "Little 'Painted Wings", from a trilogy of poems about life/death/life from unpub'd manuscript La Pasionaria/ The Bright Angel, Collected Poetry of Clarissa Pinkola Estés ©1978, 1998, 2012, 2015 C.P. Estés, all rights reserved
-----------------
CODA
The first generation of Monarchs, born in the first wave of any year, often do not live long enough to make the migration back again to Calif and the west...unless they are born stateside especially the third or fourth generation of butterfly births that year. Those first generation female Monarchs who reach Mejico will lay their eggs of the next generation before they die. And that is the nexus of one of the three poems in this trilogy, that we are given birth to, even as others pass. The third poem is about the 'radar' butterflies use for such long migrations.
-------------------
My beautiful brutal strange smart 'illiterate' talented father, Pinkola Jozsef, one of the last survivors of the once massive now decimated by WWII small tribe of Danau Schwabische from the tiny villages of southern Hungary, passed from this world in 1999. I hardly have any new words to describe how it has been since: it is still that I miss him like fire. Requiescat in pace... siempre, siempre.
And for your fathers [and mothers] who have passed also. It is my understanding, not belief, that they are perfected now. May you ever be comforted in whatever way is best to you, for you, with you.
Appointment with Nobody Clarissa Pinkola Estes and her letter
Dear Brave Souls: Appointment with Nobody... Thanks to La Lisa for having sent this request along some time back: Always appreciative to those who love beauty and hope to bring more beauty to our word that often stumbles about waist deep in the sludge of minutae and complaint.
There are other pathways.... as I wrote in wwrwtw: in the forest, there are pathways through the tanglewood... to see them you have to sharpen your eyes into an old crone's squint, and ¡Mire! suddenly there are the clear passageways through to the river...
Appointment with Nobody
For our appointment with Nobody
let us meet
at the Clock with no Hands
on the 9th day of the Week
while it is still SummerWinter
and the noonday stars
are spinning peacefully,
and all is well
in all 5,000 Worlds.
let us meet
at the Clock with no Hands
on the 9th day of the Week
while it is still SummerWinter
and the noonday stars
are spinning peacefully,
and all is well
in all 5,000 Worlds.
And let us call
the meeting notes
of this appointment--
Prayer,
the meeting notes
of this appointment--
Prayer,
or by its other name--
Meditation,
Meditation,
or by another name--
called Trance,
called Trance,
or by yet another term--
Grateful Rest,
Grateful Rest,
or that dance medicine
whirled in the hoop
of singing soft or strong,
or dancing soft or strong,
or chanting soft or strong,
or making, showing,
teaching, telling,
painting, forming,
soft or strong...
whatever makes Time
--and us-- disappear...
whirled in the hoop
of singing soft or strong,
or dancing soft or strong,
or chanting soft or strong,
or making, showing,
teaching, telling,
painting, forming,
soft or strong...
whatever makes Time
--and us-- disappear...
summoning us back
from the edge
of irritated
everyday consciousness--
and instead--
back into Original Consciousness
from the edge
of irritated
everyday consciousness--
and instead--
back into Original Consciousness
--that is, complete Return
to Original Hope
that fits like a motherskin
with a fit we can barely feel
so perfect is the size
of True Self when held
against the Nobody.
to Original Hope
that fits like a motherskin
with a fit we can barely feel
so perfect is the size
of True Self when held
against the Nobody.
This comes with love,
dr.e
dr.e
"Appointment with Nobody" poem excerpt from The Contemplari manuscript ©2000, by CP Estés, all rights reserved.
CODA: I know many of you know the 'go away' space, the 'no body' space one occupies naturally, when being at peace, in rest, working out, creating, sheltering innocence, teaching, telling, dancing, chanting, in a way that takes us into No Body.
As we lean into ritual, ceremony, prayer, meditation, I believe we are not only making holy love to all Great and small, we are most assuredly "Making Life"--- I mean that literally as
renewing/ adding to the Animating Force, that is, as I coined the phrase in my work ["the golden fuse' ] to explain the electrical field of emotive content and biological traces that energize the egoic body which literally runs down like a clock on a regular basis--
the electrical conduits we carry inborn are to be used to re-animate, recharge 'the golden fuse at the center of our Being." No one can long go without re-charging thusly ...
and one of the most elegant and touching ways to do this, is to enter what I'd call 'an out there that isnt 'here'' just by the call of one's heart to 'be away' for a time from all ego machinations, and to sink back instead into original self; pure, innocent, at peace, without need to 'get' or regret, without need to judge or know or say or force or contend.
To be NoBody is 'just being in Being'
--that returns us to balance.
I've noted and no doubt you have too, that when a car battery is jump started, the current must be connected with the terminals of the battery... otherwise the electric current that is meant to recharge the battery is dispersed.
All the ways listed above attach the electrical surge to the terminals of mind, body, soul, spirit and heart.
But/and... it is work. It has to be undertaken. Begun. Held for a time.
Then, when the ignition is turned, the center comes roaring back to life from its fits of cough cough sputter sputter --that it mutter-spluttered before return to True Self.
Think on these things. The words are easy to say, but the proof is in the work of sitting, standing, rising, jumping, leaping-- across all ennui.
Love again to you.
Monday, August 10, 2015
Piriformis and SI with video for exercise
http://corewalking.com/the-piriformis-muscle-and-the-si-joint/
ankle over bent knee with its foot on wall, 2-3 up to 15 min just let it release
ankle over bent knee with its foot on wall, 2-3 up to 15 min just let it release
Quotes about the ocean, beach
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