My feet are touching the ground. Again and again. Stomping, sliding, full of joy and full of sorrow. My grief has not fully left me, yet. I feel myself vibrating with the music. I can also feel the other dancers‘ energy around me. Finally, I settle into my movement and rhythm… I am writing this…
Schlagwort: joy
Smells like Freedom/So riecht die Freiheit
„Freedom – there are so many songs about it. Something like freedom was for animals. That had nothing to do with me. Or so I thought. […] But suddenly I was free too. Right in this very moment. Everything smelled free. The free night, the free moon, the free grass and the free sky.“ –…
Do more of what makes you happy: Draw some monsters
My son told me the other day that he likes the robots I draw. I do not know whether I ever drew robots as a child. Or monsters. Or mandalas. Now I do. And I am enjoying it tremendously. There is quite a lot of drawing going on in our house. My husband is an…
Do more of what makes you happy: Eat raspberries
…or strawberries, or blue berries, or black berries… I went to the farmers market with my son this morning. First we picked up some veggies and fruit. Then he suddenly asked for strawberries. Got those. Shortly after he asked for raspberries. Next time, I said. Then we picked up some sugar peas and fresh carrots….
Do more of what makes you happy: Remember joy
I know this guy… his name and his song have followed me now for many years. He used to teach at the Yogapod in North Vancouver, my old yoga digs. The studio has closed down because of the „condomization“ of North Vancouver (read: tear down any building you can, build condos, sell for as much…
Do more of what makes you happy… Be a Freak!
We all have one or more of these people in our lives that seem slightly off. They are really into something, e.g. heavy metal music, yoga, running for miles on end, rock climbing… and it is difficult to comprehend at times why they are so into something that is interesting to us, but hey get…
Some days everything works out just fine
The sun is peeking through the leaves overhead. I can feel the fall air on my skin. The voices of other people in the park are dropping away, blending into the background. I am early for my yoga class. A rare occurrence. I had the day off and thought it would be a mad dash…
Jena: Words on the Wall
These posters seem to be popping up all over the place. Here at this abandoned building. There on the bench in the park. What I love about them is that they have been placed with intention. Not randomly. To me they are the contemporary version to the Weimar: Words on the Wall project. This is…
mehrlebenskunst. 