Spiritual and soulful connection to those physically in my life, and those who are physically gone yet transformed somehow, somewhere, and spiritually and soulfully connected to me.
I had purchased a ticket go see the Rock Orchestra by Candlelight in March of this year. I had never heard of them and no idea what to expect. I had purchased the ticket months before. I almost didn’t go. And decided to attend. I was on the third row. The entire night was mesmerizing for me. When the main singer performed the song Zombie, I was transported to another place and time. She was incredible. Her voice, her passion, movements, along with all of the musicians. I find it challenging to articulate what I experienced that evening. The feeling of being satiated, literally drenched, after months of dryness, separation, grief and heartbreak. What an unexpected, incredible gift. I still shiver when I recall the evening. I’m so grateful I went.
Exploration in all it forms. For the sake of learning, for the sake of finding, for the sake of sharing, for the sake of doing something new, for the sake of mystery, for the sake of solving,.... and just for the sake of fun.
PS I just saw this post, by David Perell, of the "How I Write" podcast, and thought it relevant to this topic:
"Christian writers have long talking about “thin places” where the boundary between heaven and earth collapses and the presence of God feels visceral.
A few years ago I met a guy from rural South Africa who said: “Where I’m from, the idea of not believing in God doesn’t even occur to people. Not everybody’s a Christian but everyone I know believes in a higher power. It’s obvious to us.”
Cities like London and New York are the opposite. They’re thick places, which is one reason why they’re centers of unbelief. It’s hard to relate to a creator when everything around you is man-made and the lights blind you to the majesty of the infinite cosmos.
These major cities shield you from the transcendent in the same way those heavy lead jackets at the dentist’s office block radiation.
Thin places tend to be quiet. But cities are physically (and spiritually) loud, which is why, when you’re in them, you can go weeks at a time without pausing to think about God."
Often unnoticeable simple treasures that bring loves to our daily lives, to soak in the reflection of a smile, I love you, a hug, a furry friend that always there, warm cup in the morning before the day start, a friend that didn't go away, maybe its holding the door for stranger you never knew, or a flower busting out of a street crack with impeccable odds. phone call out of the blue, daily poem, that book or show that take reality away if just for a moment, beauty of colors, heart family that know what just do when you're feeling blue, maybe it not the grand but all the simple, small unnoticeable things, acts that make it all worth it... Be kind to one another
My thin places are also music as well as art and literature. And maybe the "Girls", Golden and Gilmore 😊 My local philharmonic opening night is tomorrow and I've been looking forward to it all week! Last year closing night featured guest pianist Garrick Ohlsson whose encore was Chopin and I was on the edge of my seat just wanting to be as close I could possibly be and on the verge of tears. It was exciting and breathtaking to finally hear Chopin played live. Unforgettable!
When I’m reading I often listen to musical scores from cinema, composers like Hans Zimmer, John Williams, and all the others who create musical scores that add so much depth of feeling to movies. This music is all instrumental, I could not read and listen IF there was lyrics, but it is deliberately evocative, and brilliant! I have no idea how a brain can be genius enough to be a Hans Zimmer, it is as if I’m a worm in comparison, but I’m high enough a species to recognize his genius and thoroughly enjoy it! And, just a little recommendation for you all, while your children are school age. Think about band, orchestra, and playing an instrument. I played the trombone (I know, how geeky can you get!). But being a part of an orchestra and playing as part of the whole, wow, goosebumps! But if you choose this for your child, pick the oboe, I image the sound of this instrument is what heaven must be like.
Living the truth that all are one. If I could pick a piece of music to illustrate that, it would be the piece you chose here. Weeping with joy! I thank you. <3
Spiritual and soulful connection to those physically in my life, and those who are physically gone yet transformed somehow, somewhere, and spiritually and soulfully connected to me.
Naval asks such fundamental questions.
One answer could be
“What is my place in all this?”
I had purchased a ticket go see the Rock Orchestra by Candlelight in March of this year. I had never heard of them and no idea what to expect. I had purchased the ticket months before. I almost didn’t go. And decided to attend. I was on the third row. The entire night was mesmerizing for me. When the main singer performed the song Zombie, I was transported to another place and time. She was incredible. Her voice, her passion, movements, along with all of the musicians. I find it challenging to articulate what I experienced that evening. The feeling of being satiated, literally drenched, after months of dryness, separation, grief and heartbreak. What an unexpected, incredible gift. I still shiver when I recall the evening. I’m so grateful I went.
Ideating about God. That is not unpopular, but writing about it as a former teaching pastor is—if you write outside the dogma: https://aperspectival.substack.com/p/the-evolution-of-god
Still water reflecting the sky. This piano video is also stunning :
https://youtu.be/AmmFD2OIs_k?si=hNKaCU6brhmEKm7L
Exploration in all it forms. For the sake of learning, for the sake of finding, for the sake of sharing, for the sake of doing something new, for the sake of mystery, for the sake of solving,.... and just for the sake of fun.
Fingers are motivated and driven by heart.
PS I just saw this post, by David Perell, of the "How I Write" podcast, and thought it relevant to this topic:
"Christian writers have long talking about “thin places” where the boundary between heaven and earth collapses and the presence of God feels visceral.
A few years ago I met a guy from rural South Africa who said: “Where I’m from, the idea of not believing in God doesn’t even occur to people. Not everybody’s a Christian but everyone I know believes in a higher power. It’s obvious to us.”
Cities like London and New York are the opposite. They’re thick places, which is one reason why they’re centers of unbelief. It’s hard to relate to a creator when everything around you is man-made and the lights blind you to the majesty of the infinite cosmos.
These major cities shield you from the transcendent in the same way those heavy lead jackets at the dentist’s office block radiation.
Thin places tend to be quiet. But cities are physically (and spiritually) loud, which is why, when you’re in them, you can go weeks at a time without pausing to think about God."
Often unnoticeable simple treasures that bring loves to our daily lives, to soak in the reflection of a smile, I love you, a hug, a furry friend that always there, warm cup in the morning before the day start, a friend that didn't go away, maybe its holding the door for stranger you never knew, or a flower busting out of a street crack with impeccable odds. phone call out of the blue, daily poem, that book or show that take reality away if just for a moment, beauty of colors, heart family that know what just do when you're feeling blue, maybe it not the grand but all the simple, small unnoticeable things, acts that make it all worth it... Be kind to one another
Of course.
I need to start caring more deeply for myself.
My thin places are also music as well as art and literature. And maybe the "Girls", Golden and Gilmore 😊 My local philharmonic opening night is tomorrow and I've been looking forward to it all week! Last year closing night featured guest pianist Garrick Ohlsson whose encore was Chopin and I was on the edge of my seat just wanting to be as close I could possibly be and on the verge of tears. It was exciting and breathtaking to finally hear Chopin played live. Unforgettable!
Now that you mention it, I'm not sure I ever have, either. I do love him so much. Glad you had this experience!
Consciousness, the less unnecessary suffering that a conscious being is in, the better.
When I’m reading I often listen to musical scores from cinema, composers like Hans Zimmer, John Williams, and all the others who create musical scores that add so much depth of feeling to movies. This music is all instrumental, I could not read and listen IF there was lyrics, but it is deliberately evocative, and brilliant! I have no idea how a brain can be genius enough to be a Hans Zimmer, it is as if I’m a worm in comparison, but I’m high enough a species to recognize his genius and thoroughly enjoy it! And, just a little recommendation for you all, while your children are school age. Think about band, orchestra, and playing an instrument. I played the trombone (I know, how geeky can you get!). But being a part of an orchestra and playing as part of the whole, wow, goosebumps! But if you choose this for your child, pick the oboe, I image the sound of this instrument is what heaven must be like.
Living the truth that all are one. If I could pick a piece of music to illustrate that, it would be the piece you chose here. Weeping with joy! I thank you. <3
My happiness :)
Authenticity and serenity and how it can manifest as kindness and love.