I've been a little weary lately.
My friend would say it has something to do with my planetary activity.
Maybe she's right.
Maybe not.
It's possible that I'm just a little 'run down'.. definitely tired. There are days when you simply feel like a hug. I wondered if a person could actually die from a lack of hugs. That thought led me to search out why (at least some of us) have days like that.. perhaps things aren't going too well, or as planned, or hoped, you feel blue and the best thing you can think of is a hug. Well...it turns out ( as you may already know) hugging increases the levels of oxytocin in the body, and is really effective at reducing high blood pressure and possibly preventing heart disease.Hugs can also reduce (apparently) some of the early symptoms of Alzheimer’s, reduce stress.. and believe it or not fear. Women in particular seem more prone to hugging as a way of expressing warmth, affection , understanding, empathy, gratitude, forgiveness and caring, and the irony is,.. the very thing that may be perceived as a little soft or weak (by some men anyway.. and maybe even a few hardcore girlies) is actually natures way of taking care of us.
Which is why it feels so natural.
I also read somewhere that...
"everyone needs at least four hugs a day for healthy survival, eight hugs a day for emotional strength, and 12 hugs a day to really grow and be empowered"... cool huh. The proviso was however... that 'they also need to be open and sincere'... so no cheating.. as it wont work.
It made me also wonder why the things that come natural to humans can often be the things we suppress.
We strive to relieve our blue moods by using all kinds of complex things.. when in truth, all it sometimes takes is a hug..and there's nothing wrong in saying it.
Wednesday, 7 November 2012
Sunday, 4 November 2012
3 day weekend?
How great would a 3 day weekend be?.
Why don't we have one?
A 3 day weekend would enable working people to get their shopping done, house work done, leaving a day for their well being, and good old rest.
When we think about well being and having a nice work life balance.. it seems to make sense to me that the better we feel as people.. the more productive we would be in all areas of our life.
I think Boris should push for a 3 day weekend.. or we should :)
I'm a dreamer....
Why don't we have one?
A 3 day weekend would enable working people to get their shopping done, house work done, leaving a day for their well being, and good old rest.
When we think about well being and having a nice work life balance.. it seems to make sense to me that the better we feel as people.. the more productive we would be in all areas of our life.
I think Boris should push for a 3 day weekend.. or we should :)
I'm a dreamer....
Illusions
Yesterday I dreamt of New York. I was on the subway. I don't remember much else at the moment, other than being in a hotel suite also.
I'm not planning to go to New York in the near future but who knows.
Anyway...I wanted to talk about the many sides of us.
In a way integrity of self vs dishonesty of self.
What sometimes happens in life is that we separate various parts of ourselves and present them as whole to various people(depending on which of our sides that person finds appealing) .. then oddly blame them for failing to see the real 'us'.
That game, is a game we really play with ourselves.. yet when we think we win.. in reality we lose... becoming more and more fragmented from ourselves in the illusion we create.. and present as reality.
That illusion is what some will call the ego.. others.. the lower self. Of its self it can serve a purpose, can be relatively amusing,even harmless, can be a source of development.. in fact it is .. but perhaps it's best not left in the driving seat.
Left in the driving seat it wreaks havoc..
This is one of the reasons I like the title of Joe's song all that I am..
I'm not planning to go to New York in the near future but who knows.
Anyway...I wanted to talk about the many sides of us.
In a way integrity of self vs dishonesty of self.
What sometimes happens in life is that we separate various parts of ourselves and present them as whole to various people(depending on which of our sides that person finds appealing) .. then oddly blame them for failing to see the real 'us'.
That game, is a game we really play with ourselves.. yet when we think we win.. in reality we lose... becoming more and more fragmented from ourselves in the illusion we create.. and present as reality.
That illusion is what some will call the ego.. others.. the lower self. Of its self it can serve a purpose, can be relatively amusing,even harmless, can be a source of development.. in fact it is .. but perhaps it's best not left in the driving seat.
Left in the driving seat it wreaks havoc..
This is one of the reasons I like the title of Joe's song all that I am..
Never to late?
There's an old saying that its never too late
Is that true?
In some instances perhaps it can be too late.
We are given opportunities in life that we ask for, what we do with them is entirely up to us.
It is possible to receive these opportunities yet arrogance, laziness, apathy, or the untamed ego, can see those opportunities fade before our very eyes. Reason being perhaps, is because the pure energy and focus that we used to receive them initially, becomes dulled or tainted.. resulting in our inability to see them as opportunities or blessings.. so away they go.
Maybe self doubt sets in.. cementing the feeling that it was luck, and therefore wasn't meant for us at all.. that we were neither ready or deserving.
When we realize the truth it may be too late. Yet we can turn it around by simply reconnecting with that pure source (that open honesty with self) that made it possible in the first place. That takes humility, understanding, and acceptance that we were the cause of the outcome.
It is possible that (in some cases) in order to gain, we have to lose. It enables us to recognise it. But again.. once that lesson is learned it need not be repeated.
However... what we perceive as a loss, may not be a loss at all.. but simply freedom.
Freedom to be can be a scary prospect for those among us who don’t know who , or what we are supposed to be.. finding and uncomfortable comfort in being told.
Relying on that old adage its never too late can be a risky business.
it's is the bedfellow of procrastination and a possible precursor for taking things for granted
Is that true?
In some instances perhaps it can be too late.
We are given opportunities in life that we ask for, what we do with them is entirely up to us.
It is possible to receive these opportunities yet arrogance, laziness, apathy, or the untamed ego, can see those opportunities fade before our very eyes. Reason being perhaps, is because the pure energy and focus that we used to receive them initially, becomes dulled or tainted.. resulting in our inability to see them as opportunities or blessings.. so away they go.
Maybe self doubt sets in.. cementing the feeling that it was luck, and therefore wasn't meant for us at all.. that we were neither ready or deserving.
When we realize the truth it may be too late. Yet we can turn it around by simply reconnecting with that pure source (that open honesty with self) that made it possible in the first place. That takes humility, understanding, and acceptance that we were the cause of the outcome.
It is possible that (in some cases) in order to gain, we have to lose. It enables us to recognise it. But again.. once that lesson is learned it need not be repeated.
However... what we perceive as a loss, may not be a loss at all.. but simply freedom.
Freedom to be can be a scary prospect for those among us who don’t know who , or what we are supposed to be.. finding and uncomfortable comfort in being told.
Relying on that old adage its never too late can be a risky business.
it's is the bedfellow of procrastination and a possible precursor for taking things for granted
Heatwave..Sunday Slow Jam..
I've been enjoying some old footage this weekend. We've moved away somewhat from bands that play and sing.. when it comes to soul/ RnB anyway. Quite miss it actually...bands practising their craft broke as you like .. in some back room, basement, or studio room.
Apparently the lead singer Johnnie Wilder Jr died in his sleep in 2006.. don’t know why.
He sang like an angel that’s for sure
Luther Vandross sang an amazing version of this song however.. this one has that little something extra special.
Apparently the lead singer Johnnie Wilder Jr died in his sleep in 2006.. don’t know why.
He sang like an angel that’s for sure
Luther Vandross sang an amazing version of this song however.. this one has that little something extra special.
Saturday, 3 November 2012
Barry White.. yes maybe a little early in the evening but... sweet
I read .. I think it's called love unlimited, and just held a greater fondness for Barry White after that. (must revisit that book time permitting)
I knew more of his music than his life..very interesting life story.. special voice.
His voice, is my accompaniment to 'empire' at the moment.. shortly to be joined by some foodage.. and irish creme da la..
Enjoy
I knew more of his music than his life..very interesting life story.. special voice.
His voice, is my accompaniment to 'empire' at the moment.. shortly to be joined by some foodage.. and irish creme da la..
Enjoy
"..he kept dreamin - ooh that someday he'd be a star...".. Gladys Knight
I wonder..who has a favourite Gladys Knight & the Pips track?.. here's mine..
How great are those pips.. can you imagine having them with you all day..doing little dances behind your back..cheering you up.. getting lunch.... "err, Dawna.. who are the guys in the blue suit??.. oh.. there just my pips"...cool.
I can barely remember a step class routine.. let alone do that and sing
here's a clearer sound version with lyrics thrown in.. gotta love it
.. and this is my other..
On the bond theme.. this was a great theme song by Gladys
How great are those pips.. can you imagine having them with you all day..doing little dances behind your back..cheering you up.. getting lunch.... "err, Dawna.. who are the guys in the blue suit??.. oh.. there just my pips"...cool.
I can barely remember a step class routine.. let alone do that and sing
here's a clearer sound version with lyrics thrown in.. gotta love it
.. and this is my other..
On the bond theme.. this was a great theme song by Gladys
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