In Argentina, we have a very special day.
A day to celebrate friendship, loyalty, laughter and tears, endless conversations and those looks where words are redundant.
…today is that day. It is really very easy, we let names come up from our hearts, because they have been there one way or the other.
Today or yesterday..
No matter in what part of the world I am, I still celebrate this day.
Feliz dia del AMIGO!!
Post, Call or send a message to those that have touched your heart…
Laura P.
Friday
to my son
Absence.
Emptiness of a moment that it has been tried to be hide.
Routine. Busyness.
One heart that beat out of rhythm
In the darkness of a moment.
Yes, of course I can live without you,
Yes of course life goes on.
Yes, so much blah, blah..
But at the end of the day,
I’m confronted
with the silence of an empty chair,
An empty room,
An empty ventricle,
That struggles
to by pass the day ..
to by pass the night…
With out noticing your …
Not not being here.
It’s what not being here means.
What represents,
What entails…
Emptiness of a moment that it has been tried to be hide.
Routine. Busyness.
One heart that beat out of rhythm
In the darkness of a moment.
Yes, of course I can live without you,
Yes of course life goes on.
Yes, so much blah, blah..
But at the end of the day,
I’m confronted
with the silence of an empty chair,
An empty room,
An empty ventricle,
That struggles
to by pass the day ..
to by pass the night…
With out noticing your …
Not not being here.
It’s what not being here means.
What represents,
What entails…
Thursday
PERFECT MOMENT 1, the origin
Some of you asked me for the original "perfect moment, 07", so this is it. Now you have the line of perfect moment 1, 2 and CLICK, by Santiago. I post this thoughts in the hope that you'll want to share yours. As this is personal, please write about what this made YOU feel and think. The more we share it the more we promote and enhance our awareness to live this life to each moment.
-"I was sleeping in bed holding onto my husband arm, and I started spontaneously praying. After each Holly Father I was thanking for something, after each holly Mary I was thanking for something else…and my eyes opened wide awake and I surprised myself in one of those “perfect moments” were I was feeling truly happy, grateful and spontaneously praying!. I knew that this was an example of a thankful exercise. I thought to myself in the darkness and warm bed, “I’ll write it tomorrow”, but I knew better, to remember having epiphanies in a almost dreaming stage and then forgetting in the morning. By this time I was wide awake and determined to write it up.
as I was holding my husbands hand and pressing it to any part of my skin, I was thankful that with all these traveling he arrives always safe, and once more, today he was home and happy to see us;
I was thankful that one of my sons was at ASU and offered to pick him up, as I was driving to a doctors appointment as an emergency…and I prayed.
As soon as they see me they get me in for a shot, that I have resisted for many years, watching my mother suffering from them. Leaving with a sharp pain running through my right leg from the dark substance I limped to the pharmacy, thinking “wow my lips feel better already”. I remember looking up and I felt thankful” for that. I prayed. I paid gladly the expensive new prescription antihistamine, because I took in account the personal journey and extensive experience with this ailment from a caring, deep and generous beautiful lady, that share her path with me. I was paying attention!, and I was thankful for that. Immediately I felt thankful to have the $60 + 25 + 25 available to not even have to hesitate. And as I was driving, I was letting go of my earlier feeling of anger : “having a day stolen from my life”. Holly Father…
Then it came to me, being thankful to have called and asked for help. My friend without letting me finish my explanation said, “I’ll do it, you rest and we’ll meet some other day”. How thankful could I feel of having a friend like this!.
Even with my breaking heart of knowing her plans ahead, I felt thankful because in my, now flooded eyes, I felt the tears of the friends I left in Buenos Aires, now understanding the one endless year of grieving the good byes. This is not the first time that I feel this, but it sure feels like one. Many, many thoughts and body memories of laughter, hours of talking and listening, witnessing her growth… I’m so thankful for that. And I prayed… I took an extra 25mg to make sure that I would make time to see her and catch up after she was done, and we did!. I’m thankful for that. Holly…
As I was rounding my prayers, I thought to my self –“isn’t this a perfect moment?!”, with joy and tears, saying a thankful prayer at 1:26am in my dark bedroom.
And then I thought again, and I realized that the perfect moment doesn’t exist, it is just perfect because I “see” the great things, the good things are “up in the front”. It is perfect because the not great things (my husband being away for work; looking un-presentable, not been able to pick up my husband at his arrival, not been able to teach, to be depleted of energy, that I couldn’t walk because of the pain from the shot, a prescription drug, how expensive it was, my friend leaving…) still existing and all true, were “put in the back”. Where or how would I be, if I focus in the not so perfect things???!!!.
It was my choice. Was it? I was asleep. Then I have to believe, that even in a very bad day, were I felt frustrated and angry, wanting to crawl back into bed; something lit up, something clicked, when I was less aware. My unconscious and my spirit were saying -“No, you can’t think that only one side of the coin exists, you have to look and “see” the other side.” Then I thought. Of course, only God is perfect, He has no sides, He’s whole. He might be awake and frustrated with my feelings about my day.
With humble, I accept my imperfection, and I’m thankful, that my belief is stored in my cells somewhere, and they remembered this truth: “even when it’s cloudy, the sun is always there” .
I discover something else. That I’ve made some active choices tonight, and that there is no good or bad time to make them. A good choice can happen at 3;22am in my kitchen table."-
Laura
-"I was sleeping in bed holding onto my husband arm, and I started spontaneously praying. After each Holly Father I was thanking for something, after each holly Mary I was thanking for something else…and my eyes opened wide awake and I surprised myself in one of those “perfect moments” were I was feeling truly happy, grateful and spontaneously praying!. I knew that this was an example of a thankful exercise. I thought to myself in the darkness and warm bed, “I’ll write it tomorrow”, but I knew better, to remember having epiphanies in a almost dreaming stage and then forgetting in the morning. By this time I was wide awake and determined to write it up.
as I was holding my husbands hand and pressing it to any part of my skin, I was thankful that with all these traveling he arrives always safe, and once more, today he was home and happy to see us;
I was thankful that one of my sons was at ASU and offered to pick him up, as I was driving to a doctors appointment as an emergency…and I prayed.
As soon as they see me they get me in for a shot, that I have resisted for many years, watching my mother suffering from them. Leaving with a sharp pain running through my right leg from the dark substance I limped to the pharmacy, thinking “wow my lips feel better already”. I remember looking up and I felt thankful” for that. I prayed. I paid gladly the expensive new prescription antihistamine, because I took in account the personal journey and extensive experience with this ailment from a caring, deep and generous beautiful lady, that share her path with me. I was paying attention!, and I was thankful for that. Immediately I felt thankful to have the $60 + 25 + 25 available to not even have to hesitate. And as I was driving, I was letting go of my earlier feeling of anger : “having a day stolen from my life”. Holly Father…
Then it came to me, being thankful to have called and asked for help. My friend without letting me finish my explanation said, “I’ll do it, you rest and we’ll meet some other day”. How thankful could I feel of having a friend like this!.
Even with my breaking heart of knowing her plans ahead, I felt thankful because in my, now flooded eyes, I felt the tears of the friends I left in Buenos Aires, now understanding the one endless year of grieving the good byes. This is not the first time that I feel this, but it sure feels like one. Many, many thoughts and body memories of laughter, hours of talking and listening, witnessing her growth… I’m so thankful for that. And I prayed… I took an extra 25mg to make sure that I would make time to see her and catch up after she was done, and we did!. I’m thankful for that. Holly…
As I was rounding my prayers, I thought to my self –“isn’t this a perfect moment?!”, with joy and tears, saying a thankful prayer at 1:26am in my dark bedroom.
And then I thought again, and I realized that the perfect moment doesn’t exist, it is just perfect because I “see” the great things, the good things are “up in the front”. It is perfect because the not great things (my husband being away for work; looking un-presentable, not been able to pick up my husband at his arrival, not been able to teach, to be depleted of energy, that I couldn’t walk because of the pain from the shot, a prescription drug, how expensive it was, my friend leaving…) still existing and all true, were “put in the back”. Where or how would I be, if I focus in the not so perfect things???!!!.
It was my choice. Was it? I was asleep. Then I have to believe, that even in a very bad day, were I felt frustrated and angry, wanting to crawl back into bed; something lit up, something clicked, when I was less aware. My unconscious and my spirit were saying -“No, you can’t think that only one side of the coin exists, you have to look and “see” the other side.” Then I thought. Of course, only God is perfect, He has no sides, He’s whole. He might be awake and frustrated with my feelings about my day.
With humble, I accept my imperfection, and I’m thankful, that my belief is stored in my cells somewhere, and they remembered this truth: “even when it’s cloudy, the sun is always there” .
I discover something else. That I’ve made some active choices tonight, and that there is no good or bad time to make them. A good choice can happen at 3;22am in my kitchen table."-
Laura
Sunday
FRIENDSHIP
Friendship
Today my mom and I went to see Sex and the City. I thought it would be just another movie. I was looking forward to spending time with her but not prepred for the outpour of emotion that came from such a silly movie. I've been here in KS about 6 months now. I love being close to my family. I have the job that I dreamed of that gives me the perfect balance between work/life. I'm excercising, taking care of myself mentally and physically. But today I was reminded why there is a part of me that feels empty and incomplete- friends. I have grown to love each of you as if you were my sister. The studio was a safe place for me. A place that I felt loved, accepted, needed, and wanted. So whether you were someone I spent time with outside of class, or just shared the place next to me on the mat, know that I carry your energy with me every day. Life will continue, environments change, people move on. But you will never be far from my heart. All my love
Carrie
Today my mom and I went to see Sex and the City. I thought it would be just another movie. I was looking forward to spending time with her but not prepred for the outpour of emotion that came from such a silly movie. I've been here in KS about 6 months now. I love being close to my family. I have the job that I dreamed of that gives me the perfect balance between work/life. I'm excercising, taking care of myself mentally and physically. But today I was reminded why there is a part of me that feels empty and incomplete- friends. I have grown to love each of you as if you were my sister. The studio was a safe place for me. A place that I felt loved, accepted, needed, and wanted. So whether you were someone I spent time with outside of class, or just shared the place next to me on the mat, know that I carry your energy with me every day. Life will continue, environments change, people move on. But you will never be far from my heart. All my love
Carrie
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