tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57183577118201881822024-03-15T00:29:07.100-04:00Creation of CreativityBeing Heart Aware:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.comBlogger574125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-30460234638869415772015-01-12T19:19:00.000-05:002015-01-12T19:20:32.622-05:00Hoody<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-70243527766730881152012-09-07T11:43:00.001-04:002012-09-07T11:43:09.856-04:00"polar shift in the middle of the night" by doreen connors | Redbubble<a href="http://www.redbubble.com/people/doreenconnors/works/7449206-polar-shift-in-the-middle-of-the-night?c=43564-collage">"polar shift in the middle of the night" by doreen connors | Redbubble</a>: <img src="http://ih2.redbubble.net/image.10276772.9206/flat,550x550,075,f.jpg" />:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-68404363965127560832012-03-12T18:55:00.001-04:002012-03-12T18:55:45.556-04:00Dylan Moran on How Life Turns Out from "What it is" [2009]<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n6AHbGG7CSQ?fs=1" width="480"></iframe>:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-63808885573438658392012-01-19T21:05:00.003-05:002012-01-24T07:43:44.066-05:00Doreen Connors in conversation with Richard Miller<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nTR7rGOm1Uo?fs=1" width="459"></iframe>:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-38175133190315020362011-12-22T07:49:00.000-05:002024-03-14T18:30:33.713-04:00Van Morrison - Moondance<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6lFxGBB4UGU?fs=1" width="459"></iframe>:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-50631376130617902332011-12-18T09:37:00.000-05:002011-12-18T09:37:05.265-05:00Grandma Marie Alice: The Natural Way - i-WE Project - Natural Way: Ind...<iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VzByUzK9wuo?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe>:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-90034808511965149222011-11-11T18:10:00.000-05:002011-11-11T18:10:31.398-05:0011:11 Amor Luz Philippine Wisdom Keeper Speaks<iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mJuPMgqJQSo?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-84710995184265513102011-09-19T08:58:00.000-04:002011-09-19T08:58:45.202-04:00Ken Robinson says schools kill creativity | Video on TED.com<a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/ken_robinson_says_schools_kill_creativity.html#.Tnc8cVIwgb4.blogger">Ken Robinson says schools kill creativity | Video on TED.com</a>:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-85047451888266141012011-08-09T20:19:00.000-04:002011-08-09T20:19:46.720-04:00effortless endeavor: A Harbinger of Peace<a href="http://effortlessendeavor.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_09.html?spref=bl">effortless endeavor: A Harbinger of Peace</a>: "Hawks have gotten a 'bad rap' Doves are not the only bringers of Peace 'the peace that passes all understanding' does not only belong to o...":Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-91763535363169725062011-07-31T11:15:00.000-04:002011-07-31T11:15:08.948-04:00Friendship<iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hWqV43JmK9g?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-7102515363350341552011-07-12T12:31:00.000-04:002011-07-12T12:31:40.408-04:00fine lines...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><i><br />
</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">Is there a 'fine line' that separates drawing from painting? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">Is this a distinction that still exists today in the art world?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">Is there an art world?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">It dawned on me, that the whole of my life experiencing... is immersed in dissolving perceived boundaries </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">What is primary?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">My burning heart's desire has, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><em style="position: relative;">always been, always will be</em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">... to seek pure expression of IT. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><em style="position: relative;">Directly</em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">, without concepts, theories and ideas .</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">What I "thought" I had </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><em style="position: relative;">imagined or devised... </em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">in my art play of the past, turns out Now, to be exactly that... made without any filters, limits, constructs...indeed, without thoughts!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><em style="position: relative;">Direct experience full-filled </em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><em style="position: relative;">with marks</em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><em style="position: relative;">marks made with whatever medium available... honoring the sacredness of paper</em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">When did your self, as child, become an adult? Is that imaginary line ever truly crossed?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">Our essential nature is free to express its true love of Life!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><em style="position: relative;">through making our marks</em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><em style="position: relative;">:Doreen Connors</em></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><br />
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</span>:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-86269250504816785792011-07-06T16:52:00.001-04:002011-07-06T16:52:21.505-04:00the inferno lost...leading the way<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://ih1.redbubble.net/work.7424141.1.flat,550x550,075,f.the-inferno-is-lost-leading-the-way.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="http://ih1.redbubble.net/work.7424141.1.flat,550x550,075,f.the-inferno-is-lost-leading-the-way.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-51228583570695697612011-06-18T18:15:00.000-04:002011-06-18T18:15:07.563-04:00Interview with Agnes Martin (1997)<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_-JfYjmo5OA?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"></iframe>:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-44449575977554415182011-06-15T17:03:00.007-04:002011-06-15T17:12:42.839-04:00inwardssome reach for the road<br />
and words or philosophies,<br />
in the quiet, hidden moments of need.<br />
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some look at antique pastures,<br />
cave paintings,<br />
or silent soliloquoys,<br />
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some take time to reach<br />
their hidden moments of need.<br />
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all things are equal in this world<br />
said one to some,<br />
said one to another,<br />
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we all melt the same<br />
in the face of the fire,<br />
or freeze, in the first of the snows.<br />
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some take a measure<br />
at the days end<br />
some more than others,<br />
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some turn the torchlight inwards<br />
for what remains unseen<br />
in the quiet, silent, hour of need.<br />
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<em>~ written by</em><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> <strong>les king</strong></span><br />
{<em>see more of <strong>les king's</strong> poetry </em><a href="http://www.redbubble.com/people/uncleblack"><em>here</em></a> }:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-24014484534324487122011-05-30T09:40:00.000-04:002011-05-30T09:40:16.758-04:00Eva Hesse<iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yMOCwTc6RZ0?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-60484598743657848672011-05-20T11:54:00.000-04:002011-05-20T11:54:47.979-04:00living in gentleness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://ih2.redbubble.net/work.7167388.7.flat,800x800,070,f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="376" src="http://ih2.redbubble.net/work.7167388.7.flat,800x800,070,f.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
a deep sense of gratitude is held for 'the All' of lifetime experiences... from the moment of birth<br />
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the past is completely transmuted/changed...all the 'baby' steps taken (from the 'beginning of life' as a baby) moving in to one's life... are 'literally' changed/transformed...seen in a completely new light<br />
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only great fullness remains without any regrets or sadness<br />
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for me, to see that from the moment we are born....that Life *simply* happens to us... this was the doorway open for Gratitude to come in...<br />
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to see that from the moment we are born, every movement is without a choice...<br />
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the first lie told is not coming out of 'choice'....it is coming from a place with<i>In</i> that fears the pain of 'love being removed'...so to speak...<br />
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we have no choice to remove ourselves from the environment/care giving situation that we find ourselves in... and so one automatic step leads to the next....and so on... in to our life situations... "building" our lives through the conditioning that is never anyone's choice... until awareness sets In!!<br />
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Holding the awareness of this through our heart...is crucial to resting in awareness in the field of Now<br />
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the grace of gratitude is the fuel that maintains the fire of awareness<br />
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the body/person/essence is in a constant resting place...In Love (the formless dimension)<br />
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Love is elevated way beyond the egoic sense of love... Love *Is* the Now<br />
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bit by bit the old story of the past is brand new<br />
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a tale of nothing but Joy to be told<br />
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(seems crazy to the mind, yet it is true)<br />
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the Heart takes over completely and runs the show...beautifully!<br />
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the child reclaims her eyes of wonder<br />
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she is re-born In her 'birthright' of unconditional Love <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">~ * ~</div>:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-89740868205225605672011-04-30T15:44:00.001-04:002011-05-20T12:01:00.978-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ePChUfnVr9c/TbxmHOHGXxI/AAAAAAAAFq0/-jPEqCqb40A/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ePChUfnVr9c/TbxmHOHGXxI/AAAAAAAAFq0/-jPEqCqb40A/s640/031.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-49028198414439675122011-04-24T11:59:00.002-04:002011-05-20T12:02:38.319-04:00with<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6ee4vaBVq_I/SAN83UuuXbI/AAAAAAAAABw/1JWjA9iaaLU/s320/085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="302" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6ee4vaBVq_I/SAN83UuuXbI/AAAAAAAAABw/1JWjA9iaaLU/s400/085.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Grandmother's Voice Is silence...<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> <i>with</i> Love</div><div style="text-align: right;">...We listen now with Our Heart</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
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</div>:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-37162401062718298072011-04-19T14:41:00.000-04:002011-04-19T14:41:58.812-04:00arrowdress<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oNnX5VIGvjo/Ta3Wyf334XI/AAAAAAAAFqM/qEyQaisvEjw/s1600/128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oNnX5VIGvjo/Ta3Wyf334XI/AAAAAAAAFqM/qEyQaisvEjw/s640/128.JPG" width="315" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-78711352247986284532011-04-09T11:43:00.000-04:002011-04-09T11:43:20.127-04:00Voice from the Heart: melding hearts<a href="http://divinefemininenow.blogspot.com/2011/04/melding-hearts.html?spref=bl">Voice from the Heart: melding hearts</a>: "in truth/reality We forgive every human for its 'history' and current unconsciousness, insanity... from Now, the space of Being forgiven...":Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-68296208031316834832011-04-08T10:53:00.000-04:002011-04-08T10:53:19.606-04:00The End of Suffering - www.eckharttolle.om<iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Deq_1lg9Dlo?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-15965805471597985182011-04-06T10:21:00.000-04:002011-04-06T10:21:33.938-04:00TEDxNextGenerationAsheville - Birke Baehr - "What's Wrong With Our Food ...<iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F7Id9caYw-Y?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-41191079008535479132011-04-05T12:04:00.000-04:002011-04-05T12:04:40.734-04:002012 - A Message of Hope<iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r_YOG3jMlV4?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-80046349341454601962011-04-02T09:32:00.000-04:002011-04-02T09:32:40.227-04:00Independent Lens | Pushing the Elephant | Clip 3 | PBS<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vhMBDyz4J_8?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"></iframe>:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718357711820188182.post-4901406285522602752011-04-01T21:06:00.001-04:002011-04-01T21:24:55.773-04:00totally new, totally now<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fZqWiA2HKjI/TZZ6C9h79_I/AAAAAAAAFpE/5WUmVjVJAqs/s1600/envelope0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="335" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fZqWiA2HKjI/TZZ6C9h79_I/AAAAAAAAFpE/5WUmVjVJAqs/s400/envelope0001.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>describing: 'being in the now'<br />
via words<br />
'paradox' comes to mind<br />
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in two senses...<br />
both the use of words, as we have been <i>used</i> to using them.... (the way we combine words is based on a construct, the rules of grammar, the language itself....etc.....)( i love to throw out all the rules... for the sheer joy of it!!)<br />
and<br />
the knowing that all words are just labels... the description is always not 'it'... we have to have prior knowing, so to speak, to have a conversation with words, in tenderness.... even though, the meeting of our vibrations can transmit this tenderness; calm any storm <br />
<br />
so... 'every day' life of living in the now... is ordinary<br />
it is actually 'living in paradox'....without the mental 'play-by-play' of the paradoxical nature of it....<br />
<br />
I can know, in terms of the old world, that I am 'living in paradox'<br />
yet, the experiencing in the now, is just sublime ordinariness...<br />
lively tenderness, enriching all experiencing:Doreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052038577116203541noreply@blogger.com0