Saturday, February 27, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
Florence & The Machine - "Blinding"
Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state
A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber
Until I realise that it was you who held me under
Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids
Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs
No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world
And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
All around the world was waking, I never could go back
Cos all the walls of dreaming, they were torn right open
And finally it seemed that the spell was broken
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world
Snow White's stitching up the circuitboards
Someone's slipping through the hidden door
Snow White's stitching up the circuitboard
No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world
Snow White's stitching up the circuitboards
Someone's slipping through the hidden door
Snow White's stitching up the circuitboard
Someone's slipping through the hidden door
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Embrace Life - always wear your seat belt
Thursday, February 11, 2010
EastSide Yoga Events: An Evening of Mystic Mantra Music - Kirtan Concert
An Evening of Mystic Mantra Music - Kirtan Concert
With Sean Johnson and the Wild Lotus Bandhttp://www.seanjohnsonkirtan.com
Friday, Feb 19th
from 7pm to 9pm
Cost: $15 suggested donation
Dive into the bliss of kirtan, the yoga of music, with celebrated New Orleans mantra musicians Sean Johnson and the Wild Lotus Band. This critically acclaimed band creates evocative music that blends ancient eastern mantras with western musical taste, passionate vocals, funky grooves and dreamy melodies. Their innovative approach to chant music transcends genres-shades of rock, jazz, funk, choral, Indian, Irish, Middle Eastern and folk styles merge effortlessly with the magic of the mantras.
"a joy to listen to whether you're a yogi, or anyone who appreciates wildly creative music" yoga journal.
to reserve your place please email eastsideyoga[at]gmail.com.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
No artist is pleased...
“There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium; and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is, not how it compares with other expression. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is on a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.”
No artist is pleased...
“There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium; and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is, not how it compares with other expression. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is on a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.”
Our Deepest Fear...
----from A Return to Love, by Marianne Williamson.