Being named after frozen raindrops, I like to equate my energy as water.
Every morning I make drip coffee. As the coffee drips out, the water empties. I share my coffee with people I socialize with, and also with myself when I do tasks. But once we drink a few cups, the coffee is gone.
So if we want more coffee from me, we have to wait till I refill the water.
Being alone is how I refill. And It takes time for me to turn water into coffee. It happens drop by drop, until I have enough to share with all of us.
My morning routine is a reminder for me that my energy is limited. It gives me a sense of structure what and who I should be prioritizing to spend time with, and I tell myself every morning by making this drip coffee alone in my kitchen.
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Living in my purpose. Looking forward to continuing to assist other business owners, entrepreneurs, and creatives in illustrating their journey and telling their ✨unique✨ stories. This $*^t way too formal, y’all know we don’t follow suit. 😉
Tienes que ser lo suficientemente valiente para cumplir tus sueños. Esto es apenas el inicio. ^^ You have to be brave enough to fulfill your dreams. This is just the beginning. #bebrave
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When the hummingbirds rotated around this plant’s spikes and closed their tales for a moment, a beautiful cross appeared. This picture is called The Vision and it is my favorite one from this year’s wildlife National Geographic exhibition.
I loved analyzing it and perceiving it as an encoded translation of what the mind wanted to send out, a small cut of the universe, a piece of reformulated reality.
I felt that the eye that has captured this image must have been one that sees between the veils of consensual reality. Someone who masters the continual renewal of inspiration, one who reads the signs and symbols and who is capable of creating a fascinating story by bending the laws of time and space
Fancy a change from panto this Christmas? Why not make a WISH and take the kids on a magical, musical journey @thestorymuseum .
This year’s Christmas show visits much loved classic stories told afresh by multi-talented actor/musician Tristan Pate.
Due to refurbishment at the museum, performances are taking place in Oxford’s atmospheric Castle Quarter.
Runs until 6th January.
Love this edit! Had to share and check out @juliettelewis for video edit #2! #nin #1 When you’re younger and ambitiously making stuff, being creative, you can never tell where something you created will live or how it lives, just THAT it lives. I watched NIN tonight and was moved at how at this moment there was an alchemy with all of us and Natural Born Killers. And I had no idea at the time of what it all meant. Or how it was the beginning of so many things. And specifically the beginning of Trent Reznor’s @treznor brilliant scoring for films that he went on to win awards for...
Anyway this was a perfect moment of sound and vision. And I enjoyed being a current in that electrical zeitgeist. #Musicinfilms#Greatsoundtracks#storytelling#Musicismagic#dramaticarts
1964-2001: L’epoca moderna
Negli anni ’60 il complesso viene interessato da nuovi interventi di ristrutturazione. Nel 1964 il teatro viene ristrutturato e adibito anche a cinema per attirare maggiormente i ragazzi, mentre nel 1980 chiude la scuola media, sostituita da un pensionato per ospitare gli studenti che provenivano da fuori Faenza. Nel 1993 chiude anche il liceo, seguito quattro anni più tardi dal convitto per gli studenti e nel 2000 l’Ispettoria Salesiana di Milano decide la chiusura definitiva dell’opera salesiana di Faenza.
At 7 am I’ve been awake for 16 hours.
I’m in bed, staring up at the ceiling noticing nothing.
The room is cold because I’ve left the window open
but I’m trapped under my brown, faux fur blanket
so I just sink myself deeper into the bed.
I hope the rhythmic sound
of the shutters crashing against the window frame
might lull me back to sleep
but I’m trapped under my brown, faux fur blanket,
staring at the ceiling noticing nothing.
I have English 211 at 8 am.
The professor pulled me aside two weeks ago,
“Are you alright?
You can’t be missing anymore class.”
I’m sorry. I can’t seem to wake up on time. I promise I’ll be regular.
At 7:17 I find myself in the midst of a sea of clothing.
There are T-shirts and pants strewn around me.
I ripped them out of my closet
like I did the pages of my journal while writing this poem.
At 7:32 I’m lost in the sea, crying.
None of the clothes seem to change
what I see in my mirror.
So I drown in cotton and scream and cry.
“If you speak to people it might help,” my therapist says.
At 7:40 my roommate knocks on the door,
“Are you alright?”
I wipe my tears with the back of my hand
and I strip off all my clothes till I’m naked.
'Don’t come in here!
I’m getting ready. I’m changing.
I’m completely nude.'
I tell him through a tiny crack in the door.
I rub my eyes several times
so they have an excuse for being red.
He leaves me alone.
At 7:55 I crawl back into bed.
I’m still completely naked.
I’m trapped under my brown, faux fur blanket.
Today, may you be refreshed in God’s Goodness and inspired by His Love.
More than a year ago, I just got out of the hospital. I'm not well enough yet after almost a year undergoing a series of operations, and the pain in my heart increased in intensity. My sin must have been in imagining that I could get still more of truth from the outside. God shows them to us in order to induce us to reflect. All destinies, have been shaped by God. He argued me into giving up my previous plan. Then I turned in on myself, and began a long journey to heal my body and soul.
For a long time, painful memories were being raked over to me. To learn that it only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds, and that it takes so much time to heal them. A big challenge is to shift your perspective radically from judgment of other to a lifelong exploration of yourself. In truth, what are anger, sadness, pain but the soul's desire for love? While sadness, grief, and anger are normal reactions to discouraging events, they need to be followed by a plan for recovery. You know and feel the pain, but the desire to no longer continue the suffering is stronger, you started care about yourself to not want to carry the anger or sadness any longer. I moved, changed my lifestyle and exercise routine, and went back to work. The key is maintaining a healthy lifestyle that includes lots of physical activity and proper nutrition, wake up with a refreshed perspective and do something different. Find the confidence to reinvent yourself and take responsibility for your choices in life.
It was a long journey but now I no longer wake up every morning feeling angry and bitter. I let go and surrender to greater peace of mind. Nothing but God's own sovereign good pleasure compels Him to love sinners. I've never questioned why I survived, but I'm doing everything I can to repay the people who helped me in my recovery. My belief in God has made a big difference in my life. Yes, I haven't fully recovered yet, but I've been trying, and I have known and believed the love that God has for me.
Seth Godin’s blog entry for the day was the answer to what I’ve been doubtful of.
“Joni Mitchell was one of a kind. A sensation. A record-selling machine, with legions of fans.
And then she made Don Juan’s Reckless Daughter. A personal, idiosyncratic album that marked the final gold record of her bestselling streak.
She knew exactly what she was doing. She knew that the crowd wasn’t going to follow her, just as Dylan knew what would happen when he went electric, then gospel.
She had a choice: to make the records her fans had decided in advance that they wanted to hear, or to make the music that she was proud of.
After this, she was free.
Free to make the music she heard in her head, the music she wanted to share.
In a post-Top 40 world, the irony is clear: your Reckless Daughter might very well be the breakthrough you need to reach your true audience and to do the work you’re most proud to do.
The challenge is in accepting that the masses might not cheer you on.”
Sometimes the answer to our prayers come from the wisdom of other people. We only need to learn how to listen amid the noise.