‘Without music, life would be a mistake.’ - Nietzsche
I stumbled upon this Night Orchestra in the streets of Brooklyn some time ago, sitting unattended, the long fingers of the orchestra conductor have lurred me back in once again.
Through my own unorthodox experiences, choices and directions, in following my heart, I have felt, from time to time, these strange feelings of shame for walking the road less traveled, road thin and twisty with unmarked turns … for enjoying the warm and delicious sunlight on the edge of an abyss that bears its shiny teeth at each tiny movement, yet it lurres with its mysterious and witty ways. I adore this road. I shy away from this road. I am grateful for this road. I am this road. This road is me.
When I read a statement that sounded like many others I’ve come across before “No sweat no glory”, something in me rebelled and responded:
“NO HEART NO GLORY!” … for things we cherish the most, we do not need to sweat, we need to send our hearts forward.
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“We are all tattooed in our cradles with the beliefs of our tribe; the record may seem superficial, but it is indelible.” - Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.
Body as a raw canvas, ironically absorbent & reflective at once, providing us with the opportunity to ink our ideas, ideals, memories and beliefs onto the flesh. I spent an afternoon with Ale, whose tattooed body, absorbed into the autumn landscape, was a silent companion to its surroundings. Like trees, marked with lines of ages, and leafs soaked up in autumn colours, his body laid peaceful before the coming winter.
Obvious beauty can be perceived as cliche, and often it is. But it can just as well simply be ‘perceived’, without any particular judging, and appreciated for the sensations it evokes inside us.
One of these warm winter days, the Tavere river in Rome had all these beautiful, eerie paintings hanging on to its shores. I couldn’t help myself!
Another day. Bunch of great little moments clumped together. Just a little day, yet it’s everything at the same time. That can be inspiring, and sometimes it can choke me, if it catches me sitting in the ‘waiting room’ of my own life. So I do my best to ‘be’ more often.
Photos: Looking back at my days of last summer at Marettimo island off of Sicily.
I bow before the perfection of this journey of life. Madness and goodness strolling hand in hand, feverishly guiding and fooling, crushing and reviving. My heart beats peaceful and hopeful in the knowing that each new step births a promise of being just a little better, a little more fulfilling than the one before. At each new moment I am free to teeter on the brink of something yet greater, and in choosing so, even the slightest indication of its approaching presence renders my being speechless and giddy like a little child.
These are good moments.
“In the end everything can be reduced to the one simple element,
which is all a person can count upon in his existence: the capacity to love.”
- Andrei Tarkovsky
The light was perfect during this retro photo-shoot with Elizabeth … it looked like little rays of magic were peeking through the cracks between the leafy branches. My plastic Holga soaked it all up so beautifully!
To take a man is to take a world. To break a man is to break a world.
“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
— Albert Einstein
“I hope she’ll be a fool — that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool … ” (F. Scott Fitzgerald)
