Thursday, December 15, 2016
SENTOS, a very delicious olive oil from portugal, Quinta das Almoinhas
i ordered 6 bottles, and they arrived after few days only.
i use olive oil a lot, and i get presents of it from patients making their own,
mostly from Italy and Greece.
"SENTOS" is lovely, it has rich aroma, and it is produced
in the traditional way, cold pressed, home-made.
Sentos
Quinta das Almoinhas, Sentos, link to order
this is a private recommendation!
i am non-commercial
but i do like to support good work.
Led Zeppelin , Stairway to Heaven Live (HD)
real shit to have an advert in mid-song..
but..beautiful in many ways
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it really makes me wonder
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
but..beautiful in many ways
There's a lady who's sure
All that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows
All that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Ooh ooh ooh ooh and she's buying a stairway to heaven
With a word she can get what she came for
Ooh ooh ooh ooh and she's buying a stairway to heaven
There's a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiving
But she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiving
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it makes me wonder
There's a feeling I get
When I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who standing looking
When I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who standing looking
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it really makes me wonder
And it's whispered that soon, If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on
And it makes me wonder
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on
And it makes me wonder
Your head is humming and it won't go
In case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow
In case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
And she's buying the stairway to heaven
listening is a skill, Steven Webb
“When people talk, listen completely.
Most people never listen.”
Ernest Hemingway
listening is a skill, Steven Webb
Steven Webb
read this, whosoever, it opens into a choice of freedom,
the freedom which is possible
quote, a list for inspection of attitude i found really helpful..
a check list..
Most people never listen.”
Ernest Hemingway
listening is a skill, Steven Webb
Steven Webb
read this, whosoever, it opens into a choice of freedom,
the freedom which is possible
quote, a list for inspection of attitude i found really helpful..
a check list..
"Here are my Simple Listening Tips:
- Listen with an open mind: don’t presume anything.
- Stop preparing your reply.
- Avoid distraction. Focus on the speaker. Pause or mute the TV/radio.
- Face the speaker and give subtle hints you are listening; e.g. nodding.
- Try to feel how they felt at the time, if they are relating a story.
- Never interrupt. Give them a chance to finish.
- A pause doesn’t mean it’s your turn, sometimes people just need to collect their thoughts and are intending to continue.
- Don’t judge or patronise.
- Avoid offering advice unless it is asked for. Most people already know what you are going to tell them.
- Be honest. If you believe it is idle gossip or something you really don’t want to hear, tell them respectfully.
- If it is something you strongly disagree with, or they are attacking you let them finish. They will feel you have listened, and then what you do with it is up to you. You are unlikely to change their opinion by talking, arguing or shouting over them.
- Finally, engage yourself by asking questions or confirming part of the story.
- Remember your body language.
You must change your life, Rachel Corbett, on empathy, brainpickings.com, quotes
You must change your life, Rachel Corbett (brainpickings)
this is delicious reading,
starting with a quote from Rilke, Letters to a young poet:
"Loneliness is just space expanding around you.
Trust uncertainty.
Sadness is life holding you in its hands and changing you.
Make solitude your home."
leading across the invention of empathy, the friendship of Rilke and Rodin, directing attention to a Wilhelm Wundt and a Theodor Lipps, both persons i had never heard of as far as i know,
R. Corbett explains what was meant by empathy, coming from Lipps:
"..The moment a viewer recognizes a painting as beautiful, it transforms from an object into a work of art. The act of looking, then, becomes a creative process, and the viewer becomes the artist.
and on Rilke and Lipp, the article continues this way:
"He had reasoned that if einfühlung explained the way people see themselves in objects, then the act of observation was not one of passive absorption, but of lived recognition. It was the self existing in another place.
And if we see ourselves in art, perhaps we could also see ourselves in other people.
Empathy was the gateway into the minds of others. "
this is delicious reading,
starting with a quote from Rilke, Letters to a young poet:
"Loneliness is just space expanding around you.
Trust uncertainty.
Sadness is life holding you in its hands and changing you.
Make solitude your home."
leading across the invention of empathy, the friendship of Rilke and Rodin, directing attention to a Wilhelm Wundt and a Theodor Lipps, both persons i had never heard of as far as i know,
R. Corbett explains what was meant by empathy, coming from Lipps:
"..The moment a viewer recognizes a painting as beautiful, it transforms from an object into a work of art. The act of looking, then, becomes a creative process, and the viewer becomes the artist.
Lipps found a name for his theory in an 1873 dissertation by a German aesthetics student named Robert Vischer. When people project their emotions, ideas or memories onto objects they enact a process that Vischer called einfühlung, literally “feeling into.” The British psychologist Edward Titchener translated the word into English as “empathy” in 1909, deriving it from the Greek empatheia, or “in pathos.”..."
quoted:
"Central to Lipps’s invention of empathy was his notion of einsehen, or “inseeing” — a kind of conscious observation which Corbett so poetically describes as “the wondrous voyage from the surface of a thing to its heart, wherein perception leads to an emotional connection.” She writes:
beautiful...to see and feel this way makes me feel like a relative...!If faced with a rock, for instance, one should stare deep into the place where its rockness begins to form. Then the observer should keep looking until his own center starts to sink with the stony weight of the rock forming inside him, too. It is a kind of perception that takes place within the body, and it requires the observer to be both the seer and the seen. To observe with empathy, one sees not only with the eyes but with the skin."
and on Rilke and Lipp, the article continues this way:
"He had reasoned that if einfühlung explained the way people see themselves in objects, then the act of observation was not one of passive absorption, but of lived recognition. It was the self existing in another place.
And if we see ourselves in art, perhaps we could also see ourselves in other people.
Empathy was the gateway into the minds of others. "
ANNA RF , FLOW
i am not willing to let all bad in our world suck up my energy
and drown me. so, here something..different.
today i can see just a little more, Aleppo and other
foggy day, busy day, time for a cup of coffee, biscuits
and then a cigarette.
foggy ..
yesterday i tried to see and feel what Aleppo and all
cruelty and unnecessary suffering is asking me.
i cannot run everywhere and help nor can i alone
change the way of history of humankind.
i cannot give solace there and it wouldn't help much
nor can i bring food and water.
i cannot bring peace there.
one it asks me:
this is not to resign, not to accept brutality
as part of life. to have faith as there is no other way
but to sink in despair and just..do nothing,
remaining in denial and none-action.
and mainly one, not to get acclimatized to terror
by seeing it far away.
it asks me to keep my eyes open, my mind, my soul,
to stay sharply aware and meet all terror even in the beginning
right here where i am.
it is not far away. it is everywhere even if not in the press.
not to wipe out what we see, not ever to see horror as entertainment
feeling oneself safe and numb, not to forget.
to live with open wounds.
blood is thicker than words, it sticks to us.
there is cruelty everywhere and it is a shame for all of us
which we cannot just forget and deny.
It is useless to go on our knees with this shame,
it is nonsense to cry crocodile tears,
but we very much shall not forget.
we must face it in our own life and around.
this article triggered the process in me:
Aleppo, Srebrenica, The Guardian
and then a cigarette.
foggy ..
yesterday i tried to see and feel what Aleppo and all
cruelty and unnecessary suffering is asking me.
i cannot run everywhere and help nor can i alone
change the way of history of humankind.
i cannot give solace there and it wouldn't help much
nor can i bring food and water.
i cannot bring peace there.
one it asks me:
this is not to resign, not to accept brutality
as part of life. to have faith as there is no other way
but to sink in despair and just..do nothing,
remaining in denial and none-action.
and mainly one, not to get acclimatized to terror
by seeing it far away.
it asks me to keep my eyes open, my mind, my soul,
to stay sharply aware and meet all terror even in the beginning
right here where i am.
it is not far away. it is everywhere even if not in the press.
not to wipe out what we see, not ever to see horror as entertainment
feeling oneself safe and numb, not to forget.
to live with open wounds.
blood is thicker than words, it sticks to us.
there is cruelty everywhere and it is a shame for all of us
which we cannot just forget and deny.
It is useless to go on our knees with this shame,
it is nonsense to cry crocodile tears,
but we very much shall not forget.
we must face it in our own life and around.
this article triggered the process in me:
Aleppo, Srebrenica, The Guardian
love, silence, language, Babylon
when as i see true all
language is translation
(in Babylon)
then love will be translated
too when it reaches another
or me, a translation not in words,
not even poems, but in embrace
and kisses, soul and skin
touching together with faith in good
and in recognition of essence.
in the nakedness of language and in the nakedness of soul and in the nakedness of skin we are nothing and all,
parts of one and not parts.
still, we are translation ourself and must walk through the land of confusion.
still, we are translation ourself and must walk through the land of confusion.
this is the beauty of love, to see and feel essence and giving self nakedly in all ways with a music which has been there all along, but we had remained in the shadow before, it is joy rising like a bird and self taking a bath in the sea of life.
this is ..grace.
and this is to be true: not to say all but to do what is necessary and what flows out of the core of sharing good and bad.
or maybe one way to see, all written.
not in context but in flow,
in a river of which i know no name
but one i will not say.
Patience, Sham Tabrizi, quote
“Patience is not sitting and waiting, it is foreseeing.
It is looking at the thorn and seeing rose,
looking at the night and seeing the day.
Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.”
Dear Sham Tabrizi,
this is all true.
but we can also see spears growing out of the forest,
machine guns out of caves
and blood sweeping over the fields and soaking the soil,
the stench of decay coming out of trenches
and it is hard, it is hard to be 'patient'.
this is...also true.
both are true.
this is life...
It is looking at the thorn and seeing rose,
looking at the night and seeing the day.
Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.”
Dear Sham Tabrizi,
this is all true.
but we can also see spears growing out of the forest,
machine guns out of caves
and blood sweeping over the fields and soaking the soil,
the stench of decay coming out of trenches
and it is hard, it is hard to be 'patient'.
this is...also true.
both are true.
this is life...
When everyone is trying , quotes, Shams Tabrizi, thoughts on Aleppo
"When everyone is trying to be something, be nothing.
Range with emptiness.
Human should be like a pot.
As the pot is hold by its emptiness inside,
human is hold by the awareness of his nothingness."
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It is not an automatic happening to be empty, to be still,
to be alive without time. there is all this inside, waiting for answers,
feeling a longing for softness and arms and breath holding me,
imagining Aleppo, busy with it, totally without understanding,
dreaming forward, inventing the self and projecting images,
background noise and blur, i let the film pass.
only i cannot quite,
i stop in the face of terror.
Aleppo asks me something.
i don't know the answer.
i cannot help Aleppo,
but is asks me,
the blood of children in the roads asks me,
the empty eyes of children, mothers, killers and hunted,
the fear smelling of sweat and tears,
hiding and non-hiding who-are-they with the money
to finance wars and who is there to gain,
with what greedy and indifferent and cruel mind, without soul,
without human perspective and without any compassion.
is Aleppo as they make us believe a result of violent religious fanaticism
counter-attacked by governments, a president wanting to stay in power respectively other countries in business deals with him,
a result of political chaos mixing with Turkey, Afghanistan and world powers in Europe, Russia and overseas, an accident, an incident, a dent, a hole filled with wailing and blackness, another symbol for idiot heroism, blind patriotism,
and why try to make business with war, death, suffering?
where are our leaders, these people with their nose up
and their presence a lie?
is it not enough to know a world filled with hungry children,
with empty promises of wonderful futures, abuse and exploitation
not called legally slavery anymore? but..where is the difference?
who works all day and night to make our clothes and to whom do we
give the used ones?
i have no idea how to understand, i try to face it
as i had to face the past of my country here, concentration camps allover and before in
in South Africa, the cold blooded efficiency, the beaurocratization of killing, the slaughterhouses, the animal industry, the lust for blood in Idi Amin, the British
making the Boer women and children starve to death, the American Indians and the Australian "aborigines" nearly wiped from the earth, Srebrenica,
the massacres on the Tutsi, people throwing stones for a killing, whipping and beheading, torture everywhere, all this and more:,
i see and i don't see. i am ..blind, helpless, nothing.
Where have we been, where are we and who?
Has another deluge any sense?
I don't really think so.
We have to start where we are with each other, step for step.
There is no meaning in horror.
Only horror.
Range with emptiness.
Human should be like a pot.
As the pot is hold by its emptiness inside,
human is hold by the awareness of his nothingness."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It is not an automatic happening to be empty, to be still,
to be alive without time. there is all this inside, waiting for answers,
feeling a longing for softness and arms and breath holding me,
imagining Aleppo, busy with it, totally without understanding,
dreaming forward, inventing the self and projecting images,
background noise and blur, i let the film pass.
only i cannot quite,
i stop in the face of terror.
Aleppo asks me something.
i don't know the answer.
i cannot help Aleppo,
but is asks me,
the blood of children in the roads asks me,
the empty eyes of children, mothers, killers and hunted,
the fear smelling of sweat and tears,
hiding and non-hiding who-are-they with the money
to finance wars and who is there to gain,
with what greedy and indifferent and cruel mind, without soul,
without human perspective and without any compassion.
is Aleppo as they make us believe a result of violent religious fanaticism
counter-attacked by governments, a president wanting to stay in power respectively other countries in business deals with him,
a result of political chaos mixing with Turkey, Afghanistan and world powers in Europe, Russia and overseas, an accident, an incident, a dent, a hole filled with wailing and blackness, another symbol for idiot heroism, blind patriotism,
and why try to make business with war, death, suffering?
where are our leaders, these people with their nose up
and their presence a lie?
is it not enough to know a world filled with hungry children,
with empty promises of wonderful futures, abuse and exploitation
not called legally slavery anymore? but..where is the difference?
who works all day and night to make our clothes and to whom do we
give the used ones?
i have no idea how to understand, i try to face it
as i had to face the past of my country here, concentration camps allover and before in
in South Africa, the cold blooded efficiency, the beaurocratization of killing, the slaughterhouses, the animal industry, the lust for blood in Idi Amin, the British
making the Boer women and children starve to death, the American Indians and the Australian "aborigines" nearly wiped from the earth, Srebrenica,
the massacres on the Tutsi, people throwing stones for a killing, whipping and beheading, torture everywhere, all this and more:,
i see and i don't see. i am ..blind, helpless, nothing.
Where have we been, where are we and who?
Has another deluge any sense?
I don't really think so.
We have to start where we are with each other, step for step.
There is no meaning in horror.
Only horror.
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