Thursday, March 31, 2011

Monday, March 28, 2011

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

“We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. Like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch to light their way. But once that flame goes out, it’s gone for ever.”
The Sputnik Sweetheart - Haruki Murakami

She's Broken/He's Ok.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Nate



R.I.P.
[because he was such a huge part of my life when it was truly all about music... and hearing the news made the young dancer/rookie dj in me cry a little.]

Monday, March 14, 2011

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of the fear. She let go of the judgments. She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head. She let go of the committee of indecision within her. She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a book on how to let go. She didn’t search the scriptures. She just let go. She let go of all of the memories that held her back. She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward. She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go. She didn’t journal about it. She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer. She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope. She just let go.
She didn’t analyze whether she should let go. She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment. She didn’t call the prayer line. She didn’t utter one word. She just let go.
No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort .There was no struggle. It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad. It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it be. A small smile came over her face. A light breeze blew through her.
And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.
-Ernest Holmes

Thursday, March 10, 2011

...Of all the phenomenal attributes of my personality, humility is by far my greatest asset.
Live without pretending, Love without depending, Listen without defending, Speak without offending.
-Drake