by Pablo Neruda
Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still.
For once on the face of the earth,
let’s not speak in any language;
let’s stop for one second,
and not move our arms so much.
It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines;
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.
Fisherman in the cold sea
would not harm whales
and the man gathering salt
would not look at his hurt hands.
Those who prepare green wars,
wars with gas, wars with fire,
victories with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes
and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, doing nothing.
What I want should not be confused
with total inactivity.
Life is what it is about;
I want no truck with death.
If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.
Now I’ll count up to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.
Detach from the doing and be there in the stillness of life for awhile. -tM
What does it take to get comfortable in ones own skin?
Some of us are almost born with it, and others, especially females, struggle with aspects of self-acceptance all of their lives.
It is complicated, as all things are. Perhaps if our society valued what was on the inside instead of focusing on the importance of aesthetic beauty, the result would be vastly different.
Acceptance, that is all everyone wants, but it has to start at ground zero. If we accept ourselves, then we care less about others opinions, their perception, and acceptance of us.
I know, it is easier said then done, but one has to start somewhere, and perhaps self-awareness is where it all begins. -tM
Beautification projects by Thrashbird, whose art delves into current global issues, borders on the cautionary yet also hopeful, conveying that no place is beyond rescue. -tM
Photography: Thom Uecker | 'Valley of Secret Values' | Concrete Plant, Oregon
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"Everything in life is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power." - Oscar Wilde
The freedom of the weekend approaches, how can I reach the sea? -tM
The power of erosion and its ocean of truth. -tM
A universal truth so many of us at one point in our lives could have related to.
On another note, I love how the drum solo's unfold toward the end of the song -tM
Plates, commemorating the decadent lifestyle of the French female bourgeoisie during the 18th century. "Let them eat cake." -tM
I navigate through the alleyways alone. If the streets are the cities veins, then the back alleys are its arteries. There quiet solitude is always coupled with a little trepidation, as I never know who may be lurking in its vacant spaces.
There is never any room for deep thought, only space to feel the silence. -tM
Louis Kahn is amazing at merging architectural modernism with ancient elements without losing the innovation of contemporary design.
His interest in symmetry draws the viewers eye to the centre of his design and beyond. He is a master at playing with light and shadow. The Salk Institute fountain above aligns with the sun at both the autumnal and vernal equinox. Khan's symmetry makes space for ancient world balance, and focus in our lives. It is a reminder that we are part of a larger existence. Perhaps that is why I am drawn to his work.
He was a monumental architect, he looked to civilizations past for inspiration. After a trip to Rome he wrote, “I finally realize that the architecture of Italy will remain as the inspirational source of the works of the future…those who don’t see it that way ought to look again. Our stuff looks tiny compared to it.” There was always a clear reference in his work to the ancient buildings he admired.
When he died in 1974 he was one of the most celebrated architects in the United States, and to this day he has remained deeply influential on restoring beauty back into architecture. -tM
There shouldn't be regrets, there are just different paths to live,
and there within also lays the beauty of life and experience.
In a world that is beginning to look and feel the same no matter where you choose to call home, thank goodness our choices still remain different. It is part of what continues to shape humanity and collectively moves us toward one another whether we realize it or not. -tM
French dancer Leo Walk performing by the ruins in Costa Verde, Sardina. You will be transported and your energy elevated by the end of this performance. -tM
are just around the corner. Which for me means sun therapy, roaming idly about, and having my days turn into nights. The effervescence and freedom of summer is almost upon us. -tM
Photography: George Hoyningen | Vogue, 1934
The Prada Flagship store in NYC by Rem Koolhaas. An infinite museum for clothes and personal expression. -tM
Sometimes we free ourselves, and sometimes we wait for others to free us. -tM
Fortune cookie inspired, crack it open from the side and you can even use it as storage.
The little tag translated means "big in words" or "full of hot air" in Swedish.
Fun and functional. -tM
Photography: Lomi Coffee, Paris
A ritual that has evolved around the world and one that is still perhaps a rite of passage in some cultures marking the rite from childhood to adulthood in which there is a hesitation and procrastination in approaching the coffee table, as it translates into sharing moments with the elders in communion.
If we look at the the origins of coffee (Ethiopia) and the rituals around the ceremony (which many cultures still celebrate), one quickly realizes that drinking coffee was mostly observed on special occasions. There was a ritual from beginning to end, from preparation to consumption, they were mindful moments shared with the community/guests.
I think that is why so many other countries around the world hesitate to have it become part of the "to go" culture, because the "coffee break" is really still seen as a moment taken for oneself, privately or collectively.
There is something incredibly humbling and grounding about coffee rituals.
So tell me, how do you take your coffee? -tM
I find this immense flock of digital starlings by Dutch photographer and director Desiree Dolron to be meditative, even mesmerising.
I am lulled into a state of total relaxation by the amplified murmuring sound made by the soaring flocks, giving the impression that we are listening to human whispers as opposed to the sound of a thousand beating wings.
In tune and tuned in, we have so much to learn from nature.-tM