Find Someone to Riff With
I attended a workshop that went to the core of collaboration, using music as the vehicle to catalyze change - Improv as the way to get there.  One of the greatest take-ways for me was making sure that you have someone to “riff” with.  
Miriam Webster defines a riff as “a rapid energetic often improvised verbal outpouring”.
Magic happens when you have someone to riff with - on anything, about anything, about nothing at all.  It opens the channel to creativity and finds places within you that you had no idea existed.  

Find Someone to Riff With

I attended a workshop that went to the core of collaboration, using music as the vehicle to catalyze change - Improv as the way to get there.  One of the greatest take-ways for me was making sure that you have someone to “riff” with.  

Miriam Webster defines a riff as “a rapid energetic often improvised verbal outpouring”.

Magic happens when you have someone to riff with - on anything, about anything, about nothing at all.  It opens the channel to creativity and finds places within you that you had no idea existed.  

Until the cool, November day when we stepped into our new house in the mountains, I never really heard silence. I thought silence was a void; an absence of sound, something that quietly settles into you. Instead, silence is booming sound with a voice that wakes you up to everything.

Until the cool, November day when we stepped into our new house in the mountains, I never really heard silence. I thought silence was a void; an absence of sound, something that quietly settles into you. Instead, silence is booming sound with a voice that wakes you up to everything.


CHANGE
How do I embrace not only the change, but the freefall that must accompany it?  What if our quest for safety is a crock of shit and the freefall is the moment of epiphany?  What if the freefall is the liberator that illuminates our way and a safe landing is the impediment that blocks all life?  What if our challenge is to let go and never grab back on again?

CHANGE

How do I embrace not only the change, but the freefall that must accompany it?  What if our quest for safety is a crock of shit and the freefall is the moment of epiphany?  What if the freefall is the liberator that illuminates our way and a safe landing is the impediment that blocks all life?  What if our challenge is to let go and never grab back on again?

Fear grows in darkness; if you think there’s a bogeyman around, turn on the light. 
-Dorothy Thompson

Fear grows in darkness; if you think there’s a bogeyman around, turn on the light.

-Dorothy Thompson

Learn how to exhale, the inhale will take care of itself. 
~Carla Melucci Ardito

Learn how to exhale, the inhale will take care of itself. 

~Carla Melucci Ardito

Fall Reflections

The title “Reflections Back To Me” came to me one day around a book project which would allow women to see themselves through the lens of the camera, in a way that they may have never seen themselves before.  I also called my blog “Reflections Back to Me”,  having no idea how much it would open my eyes - Everything around me is now reflected back to me with such an intense visual and emotional impact. I’ve been re-awakened to the fact that fiery aliveness - vivid and powerful -  is all around me. All I have to do is stop and look. The camera helps me to do that.  

There is a sense of deep passage for me this Fall.  A Sunday walk captured the cycle of movement from the explosive growth of Spring and Summer into the shutting down into Fall, where the warmth of the colors; the end of one thing and the beginning of another, signals the story of a season of quieting.  

Over and over, we have to go back to the beginning.  We should not be ashamed of this.  It is good.  It’s like drinking water.
-Natalie Goldberg

Over and over, we have to go back to the beginning.  We should not be ashamed of this.  It is good.  It’s like drinking water.

-Natalie Goldberg

I am drawn to perspectives that require you to look at things differently - To things that appear one way, but if looked at from another vantage point, burst into a plethora of other realities.  You are called to the essential human obligation to reconsider; to turn your thinking upside down.  

I am drawn to perspectives that require you to look at things differently - To things that appear one way, but if looked at from another vantage point, burst into a plethora of other realities.  You are called to the essential human obligation to reconsider; to turn your thinking upside down.  

Dance when you’re broken open.
Dance when you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of fighting.
Dance when you’re perfectly free.
Struck, the dancer hears a tambourine inside her,
Like a wave that crests into foam at the very top,
Begins.
Maybe you don’t hear that tambourine
Or the tree leaves clapping time.
Close the ears on your head,
That listen mostly to lies and cynical jokes.
There are other things to see, and hear.
Music. Dance.
A brilliant city inside your soul!
-Rumi

Dance when you’re broken open.

Dance when you’ve torn the bandage off.

Dance in the middle of fighting.

Dance when you’re perfectly free.

Struck, the dancer hears a tambourine inside her,

Like a wave that crests into foam at the very top,

Begins.

Maybe you don’t hear that tambourine

Or the tree leaves clapping time.

Close the ears on your head,

That listen mostly to lies and cynical jokes.

There are other things to see, and hear.

Music. Dance.

A brilliant city inside your soul!

-Rumi

Thoughts today:  Who am I?  What do I want?  What is my purpose?

Thoughts today:  Who am I?  What do I want?  What is my purpose?



"Always on Christmas night there was music.  An uncle played the fiddle, a cousin sang “Cherry Ripe,” and another uncle sang “Drake’s Drum.” It was very warm in the little house. Auntie Hannah, who had got on to the parsnip wine, sang a song about Bleeding Hearts and Death, and then another in which she said her heart was like a Bird’s Nest; and then everybody laughed again; and then I went to bed. Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steady falling night. I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept.”

-Dylan Thomas  A Child’s Christmas in Wales

"Always on Christmas night there was music.  An uncle played the fiddle, a cousin sang “Cherry Ripe,” and another uncle sang “Drake’s Drum.” It was very warm in the little house. Auntie Hannah, who had got on to the parsnip wine, sang a song about Bleeding Hearts and Death, and then another in which she said her heart was like a Bird’s Nest; and then everybody laughed again; and then I went to bed. Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steady falling night. I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept.”

-Dylan Thomas  A Child’s Christmas in Wales


Perspective
There is that moment when you realize that a situation, a friend, a lifestyle, a place, no longer fits you.  It creeps in as a discomfort and twists its sites directly back on you, insisting that “you are the one who no longer fits”. You squirm, and cringe, sucked momentarily into believing the flurry of words and images flooding into your brain.
We’re fond of doing that thing…. thinking the worst of ourselves.  Then somewhere, in between the recesses of the night’s dark dream world and the light of morning, perspective crawls back in -  a familiarity, a deep rightness seeps back into every cell in your body.  It’s a pulsating knowingness that the situation, the friend, the lifestyle, the place, no longer fits YOU, not the other way around.  
Your overwhelming sense of discomfort shifts and you’re required to consider what you do now with that knowledge. 

Perspective

There is that moment when you realize that a situation, a friend, a lifestyle, a place, no longer fits you.  It creeps in as a discomfort and twists its sites directly back on you, insisting that “you are the one who no longer fits”. You squirm, and cringe, sucked momentarily into believing the flurry of words and images flooding into your brain.

We’re fond of doing that thing…. thinking the worst of ourselves.  Then somewhere, in between the recesses of the night’s dark dream world and the light of morning, perspective crawls back in -  a familiarity, a deep rightness seeps back into every cell in your body.  It’s a pulsating knowingness that the situation, the friend, the lifestyle, the place, no longer fits YOU, not the other way around.  

Your overwhelming sense of discomfort shifts and you’re required to consider what you do now with that knowledge. 

"Energy moves in Waves.  Waves move in Patterns.  Patterns move in Rhythms.  A human being is just that, energy, waves, patterns, rhythms.  Nothing more, nothing less.  A dance."
-Gabrielle Roth

"Energy moves in Waves.  Waves move in Patterns.  Patterns move in Rhythms.  A human being is just that, energy, waves, patterns, rhythms.  Nothing more, nothing less.  A dance."

-Gabrielle Roth