A thing happened to me 2 years ago. Henceforth, Valentine’s Day is known as My Day.
By sharing a smile, I am not about to make a difference in the plague that has so many spewing hate, but I do it. I do not believe in organized religion, so I practice as a solitary and on the full moons with peacefires. The celebrated calendar is not my new year but I’m not offended by the majority watching (and shouting during) fireworks. I do find myself eating pork, mashed potatoes and sauerkraut new years day. In fact, I insist on it.
Music is universal. But who is singing now? Farm Aid, Live Aid… Woodstock. Every single person singing, chanting, dancing, keeping the beat feels bigger than themselves, they feel they are part of something larger. Even if it is a sad song, we can all feel those feels too – along with everyone else in the audience. But who is singing now?
The moon’s effects date back to legends and mythology of ancient civilizations. The full moon has been associated with strange behavior, . . .
It is early Saturday morning. No, the moon is not yet full. Though it will be full in 3-4 days. . . .
I meditate daily, at least twice a day. I practice deep breathing exercises several times a day. I use music . . .
This is something we do without thinking about it. We breathe. Inhale and exhale. Deep breathing is so much more . . .
I may be silent but that does not mean I am gone. Due to a series of unfortunate events, I . . .