time.
there is always an end and there is always a beginning, and there is all the time in between.
and this cycle goes on repeating itself through our own individual interpretation of what gives us our definition of “end” and of “beginning.”
this becomes our personal journey and what actually defines our meanings of this lay deep inside ourselves. as outsiders we can try and understand, we can try and relate our own understanding of this circle to others, when in reality it is ours and ours alone.
when we love someone we try and empathize and have compassion. we try and offer our energy to help them with their end and their beginning. whether their moment is positive or negative, we attempt to give something to the overall purpose of the ones we love.
what really is life. why do we harp on so many insignificant details and are not available for the most significant.
why do we run out of time, cannot make a phone call, take time to visit, judge, worry about other people’s decisions and choices? why do we not only worry about ourselves and how to be the best person we can be under all circumstances?
why is there not emphasis on caring and accepting? why do people care who we love, what we do and how we do it?
we live in a world where the quick fix is the solution and the devastating end is the reality. where we condition ourselves to accept tragedy with no time to deal and breathe.
i find so much beauty in my everyday activities. but i do have to actually be aware of slowing down and giving a moment to be thankful, otherwise i get wisked away with my deadlines and obligations.
time seems like it gets blamed for so much. there is never enough time in the day, we always want one more day, where did the time go, if we only had more time.
we need to make time work in our favor. that is what it is here for. there is nothing but time and it is our job to keep ourselves aware of this and the people around us.
i write this with many different emotions and thoughts. i have neglected writing because, well, i had no time. hence the theme. it is a constant as far as reminding myself to make the time.
we have so many awesome things happening for mother tongue music and we are so excited to begin sharing them with you.
we have been asked by theatremama to DJ cirque du soleil’s 25th anniversary party in nyc this month. cirque is attempting to break the world record for number of stilt walkers up at the same time. should be quite the event. we will share photos and let you know how it goes!!!
i leave you today with the beautiful sounds of alkemx and his track, “time to lounge” off the magma album.
Alkemx, also known as Piero de Asmundis, started his career as a pianist and composer in Italy, working with the “South Pole Ballet”. Over the years he has worked with many prominent Italian Jazz artists. As time went by he began taking a stronger interest in sampling and sequencers and Alkemx was born.
alkemx – “time to lounge” – magma
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As I boot my computer up each morning, I look for a new selection on my home page which is “mother tongue”. Today I was profoundly affected. Thank you for reminding me of the insignificance of my existence as part of the universe, but the importance of how I exists in my universe. It is not in the numbers I crunch, the politically correct connections I make. It is in how I treat the people in my life, each and every day. It is how I interact with family, my co-workers, my friends as well as strangers I meet. You raise an excellent point by asking ourselves why is it when we experience a loss (usually of a loved one) we look deep inside ourselves more than we do each and every day? That sense of caring for ourselves and others is so apparent while grieving, yet we lose it over time. Thank you again for reminding me to keep that sense of caring, of being considerate, and living by the golden rule “do unto others as you would have them to unto you”. ILU