A woman handed this flyer to me on the street last week. I thought it was a nice little thing to have happen but didn't really give it much thought. It's been sitting on my desk innocently, just some nice bright words I've been unconsciously catching in the corner of my mind. I took the time to go to the site today. Seems like these sorts of programs are growing in number, people are into it, seeing past the surface more and more. Not a bad thing...
"...escape is a paradox, because a childhood is locked in that music box..."
- Atmosphere : 'In Her Music Box'
- Atmosphere : 'In Her Music Box'
"In the last few days, I've been learning how to not trust people and I'm glad I failed. Sometimes we depend on other people as a mirror to define us and tell us who we are. And each reflection makes me like myself a little more" .... "Trust everyone but always cut the cards. Best thing my father ever taught me. You know what that means? It means never trust anybody"
- my blueberry nights
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convo with a wifey aka psycho babel
[10:29] Emy: ya but I know him and he prob wont wanna pay
[10:29] acm: you know him
[10:29] acm: you know him
[10:29] acm: lol
[10:29] acm: try to throw that out the window
[10:29] Emy: hahahhahahaah
[10:29] acm: flip it
[10:29] Emy: what
[10:29] acm: perspective
[10:31] Emy: hmm like look at it through his eyes
[10:32] acm: mm not necessarily
[10:33] acm: idk we all have filters
[10:33] acm: you kno? from habit
[10:33] Emy: what im not gettin you
[10:33] acm: and we don't allow things to just BE, we judge based on bias and things that may or may not be certain but we fill them with certainty bc we need something off which to judge a situation by
[10:34] acm: so we can react
[10:34] acm: and it can be predictable in a sense
[10:34] acm: its a survival mechanism i think
[10:34] acm: like something to protect our expectations so we know how to deal with them
[10:34] acm: but we don't realize that they are in fact controlling us
[10:34] acm: but we don't realize that they are in fact controlling us
[10:34] acm: driving cycles of not always healthy psychological processes
[10:35] Emy: so your saying let it be
[10:35] acm: i guess
[10:35] acm: lol
[10:36] acm: THANKS BEATLES
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This entry is a work in progress. Like Life. I want to hit enter when everything I feel I need to say is in here. But I am impatient and I want to release these things as soon as they are composed. I don't even know who will read it. I don't care. I just want it out there. Liberated for chance to deliver to the eyes and head and hearts of whoever it may.
These words do not begin to define...
2008 : ∞ : 2+0+0+8 : 1
This year's magintude cannot be more evident for me, in my own life, and the lives of those in the world around me. A guy stopped in the street when he saw me reading Blue Like Jazz. Sitting on a bench in the sun for my lunch break. He paused to tell me he had just finished the book. I was nearly done myself. I told him "there's no such thing as a coincidence" and he responded with "you got that right." The randomness of my choice of response kept me thinking for a few seconds. I felt kind-of awkward to have said that to a stranger but I meant what I said and I said what I meant. He kept walking. I turned around, watched him leave. I wanted him to stay. To talk and just, stay. I teared. I kept reading. And with the next sentance began the most important part of the book, came the most holistic, fused, nugget, core, heart of life, call it what you can, what you may, whatever dreams will work their way into words. It doesn't matter. No words can explain the sentiments that those words offered. I kept reading, tears of joy came to my eyes, I got that tight feeling in my throat and chest. I got up, read while walking. All the crosswalks were white. All the people parted for me. I didn't have to look up. Something guided me back. I heaved in the elevator, alone and f***ing vibrating. With a power and wholeness. It's fleeting. But all I can hope for is to preserve the feeling with a feeble composition. Maybe it will help. Something. Someone. I just want to be of service. To love. To love and to be of service. This is not religious. This is not about institutions. This is about the only things that really matter. In the end, it doesn't matter but this isn't the end. This is here and now. The present is infinate. And that we cannot wrap our minds around. The present is eternal. The present is a GIFT. That's why it's called the PRESENT.
2008 : ∞ : 2+0+0+8 : 1
This year's magintude cannot be more evident for me, in my own life, and the lives of those in the world around me. A guy stopped in the street when he saw me reading Blue Like Jazz. Sitting on a bench in the sun for my lunch break. He paused to tell me he had just finished the book. I was nearly done myself. I told him "there's no such thing as a coincidence" and he responded with "you got that right." The randomness of my choice of response kept me thinking for a few seconds. I felt kind-of awkward to have said that to a stranger but I meant what I said and I said what I meant. He kept walking. I turned around, watched him leave. I wanted him to stay. To talk and just, stay. I teared. I kept reading. And with the next sentance began the most important part of the book, came the most holistic, fused, nugget, core, heart of life, call it what you can, what you may, whatever dreams will work their way into words. It doesn't matter. No words can explain the sentiments that those words offered. I kept reading, tears of joy came to my eyes, I got that tight feeling in my throat and chest. I got up, read while walking. All the crosswalks were white. All the people parted for me. I didn't have to look up. Something guided me back. I heaved in the elevator, alone and f***ing vibrating. With a power and wholeness. It's fleeting. But all I can hope for is to preserve the feeling with a feeble composition. Maybe it will help. Something. Someone. I just want to be of service. To love. To love and to be of service. This is not religious. This is not about institutions. This is about the only things that really matter. In the end, it doesn't matter but this isn't the end. This is here and now. The present is infinate. And that we cannot wrap our minds around. The present is eternal. The present is a GIFT. That's why it's called the PRESENT.
In high school I came across these words from Walt Whitman (or rather, they came across me?):
Re-examine all you have been taught at school, in church, or read in any book. Dismiss whatever insults your soul and your very flesh shall be a great poem.
Re-examine all you have been taught at school, in church, or read in any book. Dismiss whatever insults your soul and your very flesh shall be a great poem.
Questions:
What does time afford you? What does it bring? At what point do the nonnegligible differences in age dissipate? (I looked that word up to see if it existed and google popped this out: The Nonnegligible Lightness of Gravity) What qualifies as a nonnegligible difference?
What's with all the questions?
"They are composed like music. Guided by his sense of beauty, an individual transforms a fortuitous occurrence into a motif, which then assumes a permanent place in the compositions of the individual's life ... Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of great distress ... It is right to chide man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. For he thereby deprives his life of a dimension of beauty."
"It is completely selfless love: Tereza did not want anything of Karenin; She did not ever ask him to love her back. Nor has she ever asked herself the questions that plague human couples: Does he love me? Does he love anybody more than me? Does he love me more than I love him? Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company. "
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hit a new level, and it hit me back
realizing the fresh and profound
with each listen i take with my heart
and my head of his sound
new meanings
break on through to the other side
all alone on this shared ride between unseen ties
felt to the core
and starting to realize 'it's not just me' anymore
what is up, where is down?
in the balance it's found
playing with the blocks of life strong and steady
in my own head all alone and feeling at perfection
while standing next to you,
who have joined me in solitary companionship love
"...and you're looking for allies, you're looking for satellites, across the great divide
moving in circles, turning to someone else,
with nothing left to hide"
Saw them at Mercury Lounge last night. New musical discoveries never cease to excite and inspire.
Introduced to meditation and conscious breathing techniques at 7, I began practicing yoga asana at 15, a natural, albeit less competitive, complement to my sporty teenage years. After 8 years of a steady practice, 5 of which took place in Paris where I was studying (Art History & International Communications), traveling, working and living, I began training with Ashtanga-master David Hollander in New York City.
I enrolled in the New York Yoga Society’s teacher training at Ananda Ashram with the goal to not only deepen my own practice and expertise, but more importantly, to develop the scriptural familiarity and practical skills necessary to transmit and empower others in accessing their constant and higher selves, to experience the transformation that yoga engenders.
I’ve worked with a variety of communities; from 3-year-olds, to high-school students with the non-profit Bent on Learning in NYC public and charter schools; through to 85-year-olds. I’ve trained seasoned tennis pros, work with artists and creatives, and had the distinct honor to participate in the work of performance artist Marina Abramović for the 2011 MoCA Gala. That same year, I brought yoga to Mexico City for the Micheal Bublé band, and organized, produced, and taught a benefit yoga class for the music-integration charity Guitars in the Classroom, in cooperation with the music-photography and art gallery, the Morrison Hotel.
In 2011, my work was published in Volume I of The Poetry of Yoga, a ground-breaking book sourcing work from around the globe, resounding the voices of our generation’s yogis and poets. You can find some of my written work published at my site here.
Traveling, ancient wisdom texts, and the arts are a continual source of inspiration and engagement in my life and I seek to develop my teaching offering by incorporating writing, music, and cross-cultural references as complementary tools for healing, unification and discovery.
2012-2013 saw me traveling and deepening my understanding of (Bhakti) yoga in some of India's holiest places, specifically, Vrindavan and Mayapur.
Currently, I am teaching at The Bhakti Center and serving as part of the core development team at Supersoul Farm, school and retreat center in upstate New York.
By the grace of wonderful guidance from and connections with Raghunath Cappo, Dhanurdhara Swami, HH Radhanath Swami, and His Divine Grace A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, I am able to learn from the source of Supreme wisdom and truth. My infinite thanks.
Traveling, ancient wisdom texts, and the arts are a continual source of inspiration and engagement in my life and I seek to develop my teaching offering by incorporating writing, music, and cross-cultural references as complementary tools for healing, unification and discovery.
2012-2013 saw me traveling and deepening my understanding of (Bhakti) yoga in some of India's holiest places, specifically, Vrindavan and Mayapur.
Currently, I am teaching at The Bhakti Center and serving as part of the core development team at Supersoul Farm, school and retreat center in upstate New York.
By the grace of wonderful guidance from and connections with Raghunath Cappo, Dhanurdhara Swami, HH Radhanath Swami, and His Divine Grace A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, I am able to learn from the source of Supreme wisdom and truth. My infinite thanks.
I look forward to meeting and sharing this rich practice with you soon.
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Get stronger where you can
Become softer when you must,
Because you know you must-
To listen and hear closely,
An indispensable plus
Are you here to own your life
And commit to all the moments?
Or fuss and watch it all go by
From the sidelines of too much unproductive silliness
The art is in discrimination
Knowing when to _____ (act, speak, retreat, fill 'er in),
To carry stillness with you,
Reading signs and seasons from its map
Designing from smart fact,
Your life begins to shine
Feeling good about your choices
Can happen all the time
Just shifting your sights slightly
May align you with pure grace
Take a moment to invite it
And feel the power in your days
First time in a Photomaton booth Feb. '11, Paris.
Lots of fun :)
Lots of fun :)
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