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Celebration Day — eight
This celebration spree is by no means the beginning of my festive life. For decades I have been pointing to the importance of focused dwelling, and that is in itself a celebratory approach. One of the main ingredients that have been central to my palate joy, on my quest for pleasure and holistic nourishment, is…
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Celebration Day — seven
This is pure celebration, in part because the opera world has been an important source of joy in my life for the last four decades. Magnificent as realm of music composition and theater since the sixteenth century in Italy, it is a school on human condition, with its comedies, tragedies, and transcendental exercises, a school…
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Multi-Dimensions of a Celebratory Day
Multitalented and multitasking frequently had a somewhat disturbing effect on my approach to life. I see it as inherently human to have a variety of abilities, talents, knowledge sources, and as equally natural to operate on a variety of levels and areas simultaneously. Hence, I find it a tad redundant pointing to these as exceptional…
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I am seeing a wise infant
Seeing light at the end of a tunnel gives hope but no clarity. Is a train coming? Is the light mere reflection? Is it an opening leading to rescue, success, freedom, an abyss? Is it an opening, or an obstacle? Some are now seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. But after an…
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Celebration Day — six
Today started with inner peace. There was a bit of vibrancy for things on my agenda but I was experiencing a good flow in effectiveness, and pleasure alike. Then the news broke, and, within minutes, a headache manifested itself. That is something which I rarely experience yearly, in fact, it is common not to have…
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Celebration Day — five
What is a day with attention lacking? In their ever emerging occurrence, thoughts may occasionally make us leave the physical moment. Though beyond such infusions of light and lightness, there is the intention, and attention in celebration. Today, one celebration is an organic coffee from the Jimma Region of Ethiopia — a light roast mixed…
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Seven hundred and forty-five moons
Seven hundred and forty-five moonswith turbulent and peaceful dwellingsand I have gently become a wise infant
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“Even when we sleep we watch over each other”
Today I came across this composition. It is the first line of a single quatrain by Paul Éluard (1895-1952) which Elaine Springer published on Instagram. Sometimes we may argue on the factual accuracy of word compositions trying to express a given poetic picture. Yet, at times — like here — one might override any sense…
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