Remembering Elisabeth Walker, who taught me the difference between the way of learning by doing and the learning by non-doing any copying
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HIGH HEELS
French high heels stepping in balance thank you, F.M.
pointillism inspired by Alex Maunder
the point is the two points is or are? the points are the point
haiku Sept 17, 2011
truly letting go through consent to the change, gives awareness of flow
TENSION AND STRESS
TENSIONS as long as I need them I won’t be able to see them nor to release them SURPRISE happily I accepted the Alexander Technique as a psychoPHYSICAL help against pain gladly I preached how everything is dependent of everything totally blind of the aspect PSYCHOphysical what a baffling experience it was to realize how …
NO NEWS … USE
no news is good news, we believe then, shouldn’t no use be good use?? No way, my friend, no way the Use of the Self is not a logical illusion
ANOTHER KIND OF USE
what’s the use in scolding those who find life and everything meaningless or those who lack initiative to tackle their lives? The total waste in this nobody can see who has not himself been wondering, pondering the curse of slow motion
THE PYRENEES or Awareness of the peripheral vision
blue haze, far away peekless shapes hanging from the horizon this is where the rainbow will be scooping up its most shimmering colour – the heavenly blue from the greyish soil * * * behind every height veiled in light there is another, in another light the sunmist in the mountains grants softness to the …
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A MIND FULL OF WHITE (Awareness)
from my white chair I minutely observe the landscape the shining whiteness centered, the sun lazely moving hazely gazing from the sky a white chair a white gazing sun a white chilly fog over the mountains a white table a white cloth a white piece of paper. The pen is red.
CATALUNYAN IMPRESSION or Awareness
sometimes the air is vibrating from withheld wind the silence is sounding from lack of voices the scents of wild herbs and the dusty lane unify in a sunwarm caress of blinding light and the soul is breathing