The dark side of the heart..

The eternal film..

 

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The wisdom of no escape.

There is a story of a woman running away from tigers. She runs and runs and the tigers are getting closer and closer. When she comes to the edge of a cliff, she sees some vines there, so she climbs down and holds on to the vines. Looking down, she sees that there are tigers below her as well. She then notices that a mouse is gnawing away at the vine to which she is clinging. She also sees a beautiful little bunch of strawberries close to her, growing out of a clump of grass. She looks up and she looks down. She looks at the mouse. Then she just takes a strawberry, puts it in her mouth, and enjoys it thoroughly. Tigers above, tigers below. This is actually the predicament that we are always in, in terms of our birth and death. Each moment is just what it is. It might be the only moment of our life; it might be the only strawberry we’ll ever eat. We could get depressed about it, or we could finally appreciate it and delight in the preciousness of every single moment of our life.
– Pema Chödrön, The Wisdom of No Escape.

Sleepless nights..

It seems the earliest I ever go to sleep it’s 2am, regardless of the day I had, how early I woke up.

It’s been like this for years and I’ve come to terms with it.

Night time is my time…

Tonight I was listening to “Stand up” by Jethro Tull and I thought I should share this song:

 

I recommend the whole album which you can find here:

I always try to discover new music and listen to music all day long while I work, while I’m doing errands down the street, when I shower, when I’m cooking, when I’m falling asleep (Arvo Pärt it’s perfect for this) ..but I always seem to come back to a few favorites.

I have a playlist that gets me in the mood to do things on a lazy day…

I have music for running…

I have music for stressful days…

I know exactly what to play when I miss certain places..

Music for when I miss certain people..

It is a constant in my life and I am greatful for any recommendations always 🙂

Good night!

*wait.. one more:

 

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

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