Thursday, September 12, 2013

Bonding (Joseph Chilton Pearce)


Joseph Chilton Pearce – Mother-Infant-Bonding from Touch the Future on Vimeo.

This brief nine minute program may be the most important you, as a mother, father or caregiver, will ever see. Bonding is much more than what we ‘think.’ It is a coherent harmonic resonance of one heart to another. The nature and quality of the mother’s emotional state broadcast via her heart-energy has a profound influence on every stage of her unborn and newborn babies’ development, physical, emotional and intellectual.

enjoy life!



Daredevil (Fiona Apple)


Darededevil appears on Fiona Apple´s record

The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than The Driver Of The Screw
And Whipping Chords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do (Epic records)
I guess I just must be a daredevil
I don't feel anything until I smash it up
I'm caught on the cold, caught on the hot
Not so with the warmer lot
And all I want's a confidant
To help me laugh it off

And don't let me ruin me
I may need a chaperone

Say I'm an airplane
And the gashes I got from my heartbreak
Make the slots and the flaps upon my wing
And I use them to give me lift
Hip hip for the lift
Hip hip for the drag
I want them all in my bag
Oh give me anything and I'll turn it into a gift

And don't let me ruin me
I may need a chaperone

Seek me out
Look at, look at, look at, look at me
I'm all the fishes in the sea
Wake me up
Give me, give me, give me what you got
In your mind, in the middle of the night

Maybe you let me look out for you
Protect what I found in you
And never let it starve
Then that way, you let me stay
Skirting the like I want to
And I will try hard to hold onto you with open arms

And don't let me ruin me
I may need a chaperone














Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Harrison Owen on certification





August is very lively on the Oslist. Several threads and messages, most of which I didn´t read,... Today I drop on another gem from "the man under the cowboy hat", regarding the inconvenience of certificating Open Space
 Certification (whatever that might mean) seems to be a perennial topic. I suppose that is understandable, but for myself it is a horrible idea. My reasons are several. First of all it is too much work. The thought of developing the criteria, programs, and even worse, “protecting the brand” is totally exhausting. We’d have to have certifiers to certify the certifiers and so on ad infinitum. Second reason – Open Space seems to be taking care of itself. When folks come on with “A little Open Space,” “Sort of Open Space,” “Modified Open Space,” ... the participants (increasingly) understand that they aren’t getting the genuine article—and say so. I recall one instance where a large gentleman stood up in the middle of the “program” and loudly proclaimed, “This sure ain’t Open Space! I’m out of here.” And he walked. I guess you could call that “Market Certification.” Best of all  --- it works all by itself. One more thing not to do!!


Harrison Owen

Potomac, USA

Best!

Taro

Space closes, space opens broad.
Breathe out, breathe in.
An "old" new friend came into my life this summer.
And yesterday she brought this gorgeous present.
Enjoy it!

Alt-J (∆) - Taro from David Dean Burkhart on Vimeo.

Published on May 31, 2012
From the album "An Awesome Wave." (Alt-J)
Footage is from the beautiful 1988 film "Powaqqatsi: Life in Transformation."

Lyrics

This song is about the Death of Gerda Taro and her Husband Robert Capa. They were war photographers. Taro died in 1937 after a car she was in collided with a tank. Capa lived another 17 years and died while photographing the Indochina war in 1954 after stepping on a landmine.
Indochina, Capa jumps Jeep, two feet creep up the road
To photo, to record meat lumps and war,
They advance as does his chance -- very yellow white flash.
A violent wrench grips mass, rips light, tears limbs like rags,
Burst so high finally Capa lands,
Mine is a watery pit. Painless with immense distance
From medic from colleague, friend, enemy,
foe, him five yards from his leg, From you Taro.
Do not spray into eyes -- I have sprayed you into my eyes.
3:10 pm, Capa pends death, quivers, last rattles, last chokes
All colours and cares glaze to grey, shrivelled and stricken to dots,
Left hand grasps what the body grasps not -- le photographe est mort.
3.1415, alive no longer my amour, faded for home May of '54
Doors open like arms my love, Painless with a great closeness
To Capa, to Capa Capa dark after nothing,
re-united with his leg and with you, Taro.
Do not spray into eyes -- I have sprayed you into my eyes.
Hey Taro!

For more Alt-J:
http://altjband.com/
http://soundcloud.com/alt-j
https://www.facebook.com/altJ.band


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