Posts Tagged ‘Inspiration’
Thursday, June 17th, 2010
By request, here is the playlist from the last yoga class I taught in Marrakech. May it serve as an inspiration to some and a reminder to others. Enjoy & namaste…
Be Thankful For What You Got by Massive Attack
Crash Into Me by Dave Matthews
Ventura Highway by America
Just Breathe by Pearl Jam
Life In A Northern Town by Sugarland, Little Big Town & Jake Owen
Why Does My Heart by Moby
All Good Things Come To An End by Nelly Furtado
Silencio by Nelly Furtado & Josh Groban
Sober by Pink
Empire State Of Mind by Jay Z & Alicia Keys
Where Is The Love? by Black Eyed Peas
Halo by Beyonce
Dance Me To The End Of Love by Leonard Cohen
Drums In The Jungle by African Tribal Orchestra
Sweet Thing by Van Morrison
Thank You by Natalie Merchant
Dr Frankenstein by Jack Savoretti
Long Time Traveller by The Wallin’ Jennys
Songbird by Eva Cassidy
Wendeyaho by Sudha
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Monday, January 4th, 2010
Love never fails; Character never quits; and with patience and persistence; Dreams do come true.
Pete Maravich
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Wednesday, November 11th, 2009
Many persons have a wrong idea of what constitutes true happiness. It is not attained through self-gratification but through fidelity to a worthy purpose.
- Helen Keller
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Saturday, October 24th, 2009
You only live once – but if you work it right, once is enough.
- Joe E. Lewis
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Monday, August 17th, 2009
This is one of my favorite poems and even though it has been widely read I still felt the need to post it today. I have a deep appreciation for originality and the power to break away from social norms. I tend to dance to the beat of my own drum. A stance ‘anyone’ clearly possessed, which is why noone loved him. Even though in today’s age one is not exactly alienated for individuality, some groups still tend to view anything other than the norm, unacceptable. It is fascinating to hear what others get from this poem. It is definitely one that gets you thinking.
BW
anyone lived in a pretty how town
By
ee cummings
“anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did
Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.
Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain”
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Monday, August 10th, 2009
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!
–Rudyard Kipling
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Monday, August 3rd, 2009
By BW
As a whole, it much easier to play the victim than be accountable for one’s own actions. I played by this rule the first 27 years of my life. Thankfully, this past half decade I learned that life is too short to waste away with hatred and animosity. If I react and cause an unpleasant situation it is my sole responsibility to clean up my side of the street and walk away knowing full well that I did my part in attempting to make a wrong a right. It doesn’t matter what others do. I, and I alone chose to get mad, sad, happy, or any other significant emotion. I refuse to waste my day stewing over what others have done or failed to do for me. Resentments are like firing a U shaped shotgun. Instead I try to go about my business, smile at strangers, lend a helping hand when needed, and do my best at controlling my reactions. Sometimes I fail and slap myself for stupid outburst, but most the time I laugh and go where the day takes me. This is how Charles Swindoll hit the nail on ATTITUDE. (see below)
“The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life.
Attitude, to me is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do.
It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company …a church …a home.
The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past …we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way.
We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude …I am convinced that life is 10 percent what happens to me and 90 percent how I react to it. And so it is with you… we are in charge of our attitudes.”
Charles Swindoll
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Monday, August 3rd, 2009
This poem was shared in a class I took a few days ago, taught by a fantastic teacher that I have only had the opportunity to share a class with once thus far, Diana Vitantonio. I found her class not only challenging, but playful and inspiring, and I am would love to get her to teach with us on a future Escape. While deep in frog pose she shared this poem, which, despite the rhyming pattern, is worth sharing. The lesson is quite obvious and makes me think back to any time I may have jumped to the wrong conclusion, yet never had a chance to make right on it. Wouldn’t this challenging world be a much easier place if we all just though twice before jumping to conclusions or reacting. This is where real yoga comes in, off the mat and in the world…
A woman was waiting at the airport one night,
With several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shop,
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book, but happened to see,
That the man beside her, as bold as could be,
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between,
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene
She read, munched cookies, and watched the clock,
As the gustly “cookie thief” diminished her stock
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,
Thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I’d blacken his eye!”
With each cookie she took, he took one too.
When only one was left, she wondered what he’d do.
with a smile on his face and a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie and broke it in half.
He offered her half, and he ate the other.
She snatched it from him and thought, “Oh brother,
This guy has some nerve, and he’s also so rude,
Why, he didn’t even show any gratitude!”
She had never known when she had been so galled,
And sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate,
Refusing to look at the “thieving ingrate”.
She boarded the plane and sank in her seat,
Then sought her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise.
There were her bag of cookies in front of her eyes!
“If mine are here,” she moaned with despair.
“Then the others were his and he tried to share!”
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief!!!!
NOTE:I did not write this poem, I found it here: http://www.islamicpoem.com/?q=node/107
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