Crosby, Stills & Nash ,Delta

Waking
Stream of consciousness
On a sleeping
Street of dreams

Thoughts
Like scattered leaves
Slowed in mid-fall
Into the streams

Of fast running rivers
Of choice and chance
And time stops here on the delta
While they dance, while they dance

I love the child
Who steers this riverboat
But lately he's crazy
For the deep

And the river seems dreamlike
In the daytime
And someone keeps thinking
In my sleep

Of fast running rivers
Of choice and chance
And It seems as if time stops here on the delta (Time stops here on the delta)
While they dance, while they dance, while they dance, do, do, do

Parker J. Palmer, Let Your Life Speak, quotes

"We listen for guidance everywhere except from within."

...
"My life is not only about my strengths and virtues; it is also about my liabilities and my limits, my trespasses and my shadow. An inevitable though often ignored dimension of the quest for “wholeness” is that we must embrace what we dislike or find shameful about ourselves as well as what we are confident and proud of."
....
"The soul is like a wild animal — tough, resilient, savvy, self-sufficient, and yet exceedingly shy. If we want to see a wild animal, the last thing we should do is to go crashing through the woods, shouting for the creature to come out. But if we are willing to walk quietly into the woods and sit silently for an hour or two at the base of a tree, the creature we are waiting for may well emerge, and out of the corner of an eye we will catch a glimpse of the precious wildness we seek."
...
"We are disabused of original giftedness in the first half of our lives. Then — if we are awake, aware, and able to admit our loss — we spend the second half trying to recover and reclaim the gift we once possessed."

Palmer J. Palmer, Let Your Life Speak

...somehow everything has been written already in variations of context...

Renaissance , Can You Understand

Dollars down the penny drain
Frozen in the clouds
Dream away the last of pain
In waterfalls of sounds

Float across the icy pools
Leaves with curl and sway
Now your mind is floating cool
And you can find the way

Can you understand you can really understand
When the darkness comes you still shine
Open up your eyes and make the day shine sunshine now
Open up your dreams and and make the way shine sunshine now
Can you understand you understand
Can you understand you understand
Open up your life and make your lifetime sunshine now
Open up your soul and make your lifeline sunshine now
Can you understand you understand
Can you understand you understand

Dancing without moving now
Growing with your soul
One with all around you now
Related to the all

Brené Brown, Daring Greatly, quotes

"The truth is, rarely can a response make something better — what makes something better is connection."

....

"Vulnerability isn’t good or bad. It’s not what we call a dark emotion, nor is it always a light, positive experience. Vulnerability is the core of all emotions and feelings. To feel is to be vulnerable. To believe vulnerability is weakness is to believe that feeling is weakness. To foreclose on our emotional life out of a fear that the costs will be too high is to walk away from the very thing that gives purpose and meaning to living."

[…]

"Vulnerability is the birthplace of love, belonging, joy, courage, empathy, accountability, and authenticity. If we want greater clarity in our purpose or deeper and more meaningful spiritual lives, vulnerability is the path."

And,  in "Gifts of Imperfection":

“In order for connection to happen, we have to allow ourselves to be seen — really seen.”

Both links brainpickings.org with interesting videos

Brené Brown,The Gifts of Imperfection

Brené Brown, Daring Greatly

Stitches, Anne Lamott, quotes

"A great truth, attributed to Emily Dickinson, is that “hope inspires the good to reveal itself.” This is almost all I ever need to remember. Gravity and sadness yank us down, and hope gives us a nudge to help one another get back up or to sit with the fallen on the ground, in the abyss, in solidarity."
....
"Alone, we are doomed, but by the same token, we’ve learned that people are impossible, even the ones we love most — especially the ones we love most: they’re damaged, prickly and set in their ways. Also, they’ve gotten old and a little funny, which can be draining. It is most comfortable to be invisible, to observe life from a distance, at one with our own intoxicating superior thoughts. But comfort and isolation are not where the surprises are. They are not where hope is… Only together do we somehow keep coming through unsurvivable loss, the stress of never knowing how things will shake down, to the biggest miracle of all, that against all odds, we come through the end of the world, again and again — changed but intact (more or less)… Insofar as I have any idea of “the truth,” I believe this to be as true as gravity and grace."
.....

"The world is always going to be dangerous, and people get badly banged up, but how can there be more meaning than helping one another stand up in a wind and stay warm?"

Stitches, Anne Lamott

Your Life Is Your Life , Bukowski

The Pentangle , Jump Baby, Jump

Jump baby jump
Spread your wings out and float away
Why no-one has managed to fly before
To swoop like an eagle
To glide and to soar over the waves
But beware now of falling babe

Come follow to ship babe
Come follow the dreamer's wake
Circle round the high mast
Fly over the bow then rise to the sun babe
No-One will catch you not now
But beware now of falling babe

Try holding your breath gal
Try fishing the waters deep
Catch the silvery shark and slippery eel
All there to choose from
Alle there to catch and to steal
But beware now of drowning babe

Now you're seven hundred feet up
Looking down on the rolling sea
Down below seagulls float on the warm sunny air
Waves break and scatter all over
But don't go nowhere
Beware now of falling babe

Bert Jansch & John Renbourn ,Lucky Thirteen

name your pain

waking early
in sadness like fog,
a web of faded
memory, forgotten

loss, nothing palpable,
no finger can
point to a mark,
the traces are lost.

sadness has no names
it is the place where
all meaning is lost,
the edges are blurred.

sometimes, not always,
walk into another
room. another space
will make you aware

where you are drifting
and you can swim
to shore, find a
beam of a light.

when you must fly,
fly. when you must drown,
drown, nothing is final
as long as you breathe.

other times, let
sadness be, see
where you find
your wound to touch

and name the pain,
name the pain,
call it  or cry but
give it a name

do not try to swallow
nor to bite nor to chew,
don't stay inside pain,
face it, be sharp

call it mother, father,
sister, brother, lover,
call it John or Joan,
call it your own name

or simply call it
your pain, give it
meaning with a
name and whisper

it into the wind,
the wind will take
it with your breath
and all will be clear

for a time, for a time,
this is the weather,
these are the moods
whirling within dance.

sadness is old pain
and longing, all mixes.
name your longing,
name your pain.

name yourself,
speak slowly,
listen to you, then
then let go, walk, smile.

The best african chillout - Mama Africa (mixed by SpringLady)

source in comments:


James Newton Howard Solomon Vandy 1:25
African Forest Brass 8:00
Mayihlome Sibongile Khumalo 13:21
African Sunset African Tribal Orchestra 16:55
Omaya Novo 23:33
Sundown In Madagaskar African Tribal Orchestra 28:18
Pula Afronaut 33:40
Juan Manuel Vasquez Well Balanced 39:39
Benguela Sekgoma Molotsi 43:00
Blue Pilots Project African path 49:00

Introduction and Polonaise Brilliante , Chopin, Gendron

Saydnaya prison, Syria, The Guardian, hangings, Amnesty International

Syria, hangings, 13000,The Guardian,Amnesty International


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