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Archive: February, 2011
"When i discovered you and you discovered me, an ancient circle closed, an ancient belonging awakened and discovered itself. This is the more sacred language of the soul for togetherness and intimacy..."
-- John O' Donohue
My brother created this gorgeous, downloadable, chillout mix Featuring Boards of Canada and The Cinematic Orchestra amongst other favourites...
Much to my mother's horror while I grew up and almost consistently chose gangly looking boys, I have always found the most beauty in imperfections. A flashing row of teeth with that one squiggle tooth or a big old cheeky gap. The softness and vulnerability of a strong man's balding head. Hand mushed jewelry that isn't perfectly balanced. The cat with the tear in its ear. The dog with one remaining, pleading eye. The woman with her life map scrawled on her face that no-one wants to acknowledge, standing outside Amtrak shivering with her wobbly cigarette. A fierce man who breaks down and cries into my lap not caring who sees. Three nipples. It has always indicated genetic specialness to me. The boy who can't hold down a relationship but can memorise a complex datamap across his wall in 5 minutes and never ever forget it. The girl with big hands and pretty long fingers. The soft pokable belly replacing a once six-pack. The boy who trembled almost every time he kissed me and was always searching around my body to hold my hand every second he had a spare one. A cute chubby face on a skinny body. Butt dimples. The un-get-overable lover who can't control his enraged constantly spilling, messy emotions. The dog eared book. A bed that's never perfectly made, but so messily and cozily comfortable. A once prized but now ancient iPhone thats been dropped in toilets, a jungle lake and skidded across 3 pavements while running down streets, but still faithfully lives on. The grouchy old man with the visible chip on his shoulder looking tough. The programmer who has his PJ pants stuffed under his suit, bulging over the top. All these sweet people and creatures I have been blessed to know and love.
I could keep writing but instead I'm going to continue thinking about my favourite imperfections. You are perfectly imperfect, and if I knew you, I'd probably remember and love your imperfections the most of all your qualities. I prize imperfections in others and in me. They make you uniquely you.
Bag lady you gone hurt your back / Dragging all them bags like that / I guess nobody ever told you / All you must hold on to / Is you, is you, is you
... I decided as a game to remove all words from my head. The noises around me I no longer attached to an explanation or description. Senses started to blur, names for everything that is named disappeared... and I found myself in a space that felt like my body, the bathtub water around me, the mountain dew in my hand, it all felt like peering like a curious eye through a window into a single instance of life. My whole body froze into soft and recognised itself as a vessel. I felt connected for about 10 seconds to the mainframe of existence, except... connected isn't the right word. I was existence in those 10 seconds, we all were, and I saw a billion windows open from a billion of our eyes at this moment in time, a knife fight starting on a subway, calling a cat across the street, a boyfriend waiting at a coffee shop staring out the window, driving to work and slamming on the indicator, falling asleep at the TV, lovers not caring they're skinning their knees, rushing out the door with a paper bag stuffed in the mouth and hands struggling with the doorknob, shouting at Dad.
When I was in the center there was no each of us, just curious probes of life reaching out from the mainframe, looking to express and experience life in every possible colour and flavour, easy and difficult, exhilarated and bored, crippled with fear and free, as a mother, son, grandfather, a tree, an orphan, blind, a fish, cuddled, abandoned, remembered, forgotten, being born, dying, dead, waiting to be born.
There was no judgement there, no good or bad, only learning and understanding, as everything continued to create on the fly at an incredible speed stretching out exponentially as an ever enlarging sphere of awareness. All of these things, inside each of us, expressed in a completely unique sequence of events in space and time, unfolding every second, through dreamworld or reality... all of our windows of perception coming together to form the creator learning everything it can about itself.
I'm listening to the Season 2 Ep 8 show, Words by RadioLab.
It’s almost impossible to imagine a world without words. But in this hour of Radiolab, we try to do just that.
We meet a woman who taught a 27-year-old man the first words of his life, hear a firsthand account of what it feels like to have the language center of your brain wiped out by a stroke, and retrace the birth of a brand new language 30 years ago...
And this just came up:
Shakespeare often combined words to create concepts and new words that we are now so familiar with. I think that surely it must have changed the way we think about things. Opened our minds to new thoughts, ideas and even made us feel different. Possibly feel emotions from being able to look at things so closely.
Here is a list of his new words we use every day that may surprise you. They are all in his writings and he was the first to publish them: (more...)
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