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Let Go

02 Friday Jan 2015

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cleanse, cut cords, detox, guilt, habit, health, let go, letting go, liver, mainstream, music, non-medicinal, process, release, remorse, soul, stress, subliminal noise, therapy

Letting go is the best non-medicinal, non-actionable thing you can do to detox your liver from whatever stress, guilt, remorse, and every day background subliminal noise that’s piled up. Which never stops, especially the later in the night you get yourself in bed. The terms “detoxifying” and “cleansing” are already common in our daily lives, and they are the first step in any therapy or spiritual rehab camp for a reason.

So it’s only natural the vapors of this urban habit of our early 2000s be absorbed to resurface in the mainstream music spotlight products, be it overly infused with the commercial flavors of what showbiz feels like doing nowadays.

If you think there are other clips that fit this line up too, don’t keep it to yourself.

Without further ado, in order of message conveying clarity:

1.

FROZEN – Let It Go

2.

Sigma ft Paloma Faith – Changing

3.

Passenger – Let Her Go

4.

Foxes – Let Go for Tonight

5.

Steffany Frizzell Gretzinger & Bethel Music – Letting Go

 

Sharing The Fun

02 Monday Sep 2013

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2 AM, 4 AM, advertising, bio, brain, Bucharest, business plan, Centrul Vechi, coffee, control, democracy, eco, empathy, facebook, feelings, gold, history, interests, land, leverage, Lipscani, loud, manipulation, masses, Monday, money, morning, music, natural, neighbors, organic, paradox, pause, play, profit, Proud Mary, Romania, Saturday, Save Rosia Montana, sleep, sleep deprivation, solution, spill, spiritual, Sunday, Tina Turner, toxic, zen

I was feeling bad for not getting into bed earlier. I drank some coffee, around a time I usually avoid to, to make sure I don’t end up in the situation I am now: it’s 2 AM and I’m not sleepy. If I would at least have the energy to do something productive… my battery is low. My brain though doesn’t know that and doesn’t care. Well, what can you do? It was a bad coffee craving. So I was laying in bed, thinking of all the things my brain interacted with in recent hours. Half of my Facebook friends posted pictures, videos and statuses related to the “Save Rosia Montana” street protest in Bucharest. Seeing all that made me think that we should also have that kind of protest in the actual spot where all the injustice is being done. I thought about how these things begin to happen, about politics and related interests, the leverage systems which direct the course of history, and about probably the most beautiful thing we ever had in this corner of the world – the fact that until recent years, nobody had spilled hundreds of toxic chemicals on our land. And we didn’t face a few other hundreds in the near future, or the years of regret that come with it. Dusty as they may be, these lands were the main source of integrity for its people. On this soil we have always grown organic, bio and eco foods and live stock, we didn’t need any fancy labels to tell us they were that. Now we do. Control, manipulation, money, the vicious circle driven by the pursuit of the almighty profit. I get the need for profit, I really do, it’s not the profit that bothers me, it’s just the way in which you choose to go after it. I understand that things such as feelings or empathy towards a mass of people you don’t know cannot fit into your business plan. I’m not gonna debate the role of the government or the paradox of democracy, or even the advertiser’s faith in matters like this. It’s impossible though, not to observe how this profit seems to annihilate any natural sense, or spiritual one for that matter. But when your profit means what is happening now in that place, maybe it’s a sign that you should press pause. And look for a real solution. Of course there is one, it just needs to be married with a bit of (good)will. As I was trying to chase away the mist of thoughts stirred by the wondering vapors of my late coffee, music starts playing somewhere on a floor below me. Really loud music. At 2 in the morning. For a second I thought it must be Saturday night. But it was Sunday on the calendar. Maybe they’re on their holiday too, like me. Well, not quite like me, since do to a recent decision I made, I am working during holidays also. So I have important stuff to do tomorrow, people rely on me. I’m kidding, it’s not that bad. It’s not their fault, but still, I’m not the only one living in this building. Should I knock on the heater? Not sure they will hear me. Maybe knock on their door, although I have no idea which flat the sound is coming from, I might wake up somebody else, unless they’re already up. “A, excuse me, hi, sorry to bother you, I like loud music too, it’s just that tomorrow I have to get up early… ” If they’re drunk, I don’t stand a chance. And it’s not just any music, it’s Tina Turner‘s “Proud Mary”. I was listening to it too a few day ago, but it wasn’t around this time. They must really like it, it’s the fourth time they’ve played it. From time to time, someone turns the volume down, like there’s a guy there going: “I remembered this is an apartment building, not a private villa”. OK, now we’re on to contemporary stuff: Rita Ora or something like that. Then they get to “Lemon Tree”. The joy. ”Everybody is looking for something!” yeah, like the neighbors looking for an extra pillow to put over their heads. Maybe they were at the protest today and felt like celebrating, who knows?

It’s good I got the idea of getting up and writing this, eases the frustration a little. I didn’t read all those zen books to get mad now over this. Now they got to the ballads playlist. The effects of that coffee is running out. Should I email them an article about the side effects of sleep deprivation? I don’t know which direction to take: bed – the optimist one, or ironing/painting/editing – the nobil, but unrealistic one? This is why you announce parties. I wasn’t prepared for this up-all-night-anyway thing. Folk hits, oldies but goldies. A bit undecided, aren’t we? Play, pause, play, pause, play, change the song, we don’t like it, pause again. Seems like there’s a debate before every choice. That’s good, they must be getting tired. I’ll go with the optimist choice for now.

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I was in bed. Was. I though “Hit The Road Jack” is a good sign. It’s 20 minutes ’till 4 AM now. I feel like I’m on the second floor of a bar building down on Centrul Vechi, on Lipscani, or of any building there. ”Play that fuckin’ music”. No, no, No play. Thanks for a lovely Monday, guys!…

Versiunea în română: https://soulpatterns.wordpress.com/2013/09/02/sa-nu-ma-distrez-doar-eu/

Just Air, Just Echos

20 Saturday Jul 2013

Posted by soulpatterns in art, for the soul, photography

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air, echo, emotion, global language, heart, memories, music, power, resonance, rhythm, soul, space, speed, waves, wind

We took wind and ran it through different spaces, at different speeds, so we can make sounds that we could resonate with, to remind ourselves that we are also made of things without color, or odor, or weight, but still, with significance and immense power.
We used our bodies as spaces from which sounds can spring out of and we made a global language that speaks without words, about our sorrow, joy, undertakings and victories.
We made wind into history, engraved it in our DNA.
…the building ups, the melting downs, the soothing.

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In music we find colors that the eyes can’t see.
It’s just air, just echos.
Like laughter, like cry, like a conversation.
It resonates in our cells, it evokes memories, it triggers emotions.
It moves us, playing in our brains and dancing in our hearts.
We shift with it, like a boat is shifted by the waves underneath.
The rhythm, the presence and absence, the pause between the notes,
like the beatings inside that keep us alive, inhaling, exhaling, the going aways and the comebacks.

Isn’t music the thing that saves our soul, every time?

It always saves mine.

Varianta în română: https://soulpatterns.wordpress.com/2013/07/20/just-air-just-echos/

Choose The Seas You Drift On

14 Thursday Mar 2013

Posted by soulpatterns in art, for the soul

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amazing, beautiful, Ben Westbeech, best, bitter, connection, dance, dream, food for soul, hopeless, life, music, Pinterest, reasons, shallow, social, spiritual, visual, willing, wonderful, yourself

The best thing you can do for yourself is to make a connection to the life’s cute, amazing, breath-taking, wonderful side, and be careful not to lose it. You already know much about the other side. The hopeless, bleak, unforgiving, shallow, bitter side. But there are so many beautiful things out there too. And not all of them require (more) money. The only thing you need to do is to be willing to turn towards them. We are spiritual beings. We are social beings. We are visual beings. Maybe musical. Maybe we are dancers. Maybe you don’t want to be all of them at the same time. But you could do one. For now. You could call someone dear to you and see how they are. You could do a meditation exercise for fifteen minutes. Or you could do a virtual visual trip and feast on dreamscapes which fuel your own dreams. Hum something, who cares, you only live once. Move like a ballerina or a pop star of choice. For God’s sake, cook something! I did this: http://pinterest.com/pin/14003448811642854/ and I’m not even a chef. Do it once. Do it again. I’ve tried it and what I’ve learned is that once you get a scoop of vanilla chocolate striped ice cream, the kid inside you will crave for more.

So you’ll ask: what’s this for anyway? It’s to remind you of yourself. Of all of us as humans, of everything that lies within all things that exist, for all the reasons that live with you.

If you need a place to start, take a look at my favourite things to dream of, here:

Versiunea în română: https://soulpatterns.wordpress.com/2013/03/14/alege-ti-marile-pe-care-navighezi/

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