Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to happen? -tM
The broken heart: an inevitable occurrence and a right of passage no matter what your age.
I have always thought that it was a necessary phenomenon, that there are plenty of good things that come from an injured heart, if you so choose to approach it in such a way: lessons, self-reflection, personal growth, and perhaps even a change in the way one lives their life.
During Medieval Times before the capability of Science, individuals believed that the heart was the centre of all things. That decisions were made based on how we felt, that the body moved voluntarily/involuntarily due to the heart and its body driving life force. A lot of attention was paid to the way one felt, to their emotions, and ailments were diagnosed based on the understanding of ones feelings.
Flash forward to the Scientific Revolution where the heart was dismissed for that of the mighty brain. As the brain took centre stage, the heart merely became a secondary player. We were now asked to listen to our brains as opposed to our heart. One was the seat of logic while the other was the seat of emotion, which according to Science, were two separate organs that at times seemed to be working against each other.
Most recently, the Scientific community is finding that the heart-brain correlation is more significant then we ever thought. That the heart speaks to the brain more then we realize. When the heart breaks, when it is in pain, or one gets emotionally upset, its rhythm changes, and that in turn sends a message to the brain that affects its higher decision making processes. There is no real separation. So when someone says, “Listen to your heart, or use your logic” truly they are one in the same. Science is now starting to believe that most of the information we process is emotionally regulated by the heart anyway, that in turn sends messages to the brain.
So in short, take care of your heart, be Medieval about it, listen to it, but also set it free. Let it move in and out of heart break, there is a higher-learning that takes place in such circumstances. And trust it, really be attentive, because it always knows, whether you are in denial about it or not, it is the centre of your emotional and spiritual being.
Your heart is King, pay attention to its voice, and let your mind be the advisor, its a symbiotic relationship, one is nothing without the other. -tM
Back to front, handbag on foot, foot in hand, heel to heel, curve to curve, nudity to Sunday best, life to art, art to life, hand to thigh, hip to hand, a power pose made grandeur by a supportive gesture, looking away to looking directly at, walking off to stopping by, heel to toe, click to clack…and the beat goes on…-tM
“Composition is selective improvisation” Igor Stravinsky
This reminds me of my ancestry, of my youth, of things that I once knew and continue to learn. -tM
Considered to be one of the most provocative paintings in history. He was simply to modern for his time. The world needed a moment to catch-up. -tM
I remember, as a child, watching my mother ritualistically fill her brass coffee grinder full of beans and churn. It was part of her solemn morning coffee ceremony. I would watch in amusement as it seemed like at the time a lot of effort for one cup of Turkish coffee. The process appeared labourious to me, yet what I didn’t realize was that to her it was probably the only time she had to herself, that morning coffee ritual, still connecting to her ancestors, while raising two kids and holding down the fort.
I now have that brass coffee grinder, it sits in ornamentation. It was one thing I was adamant on having. To this day, she still makes her Turkish coffee, although with pre-ground beans, and at times exchanges the ritual for the easier one of the Nespresso.
And even though I have tried my hand at making a cup or two myself, it never turns out quite as good as my mother’s. Sometimes I think it’s because she has so much love and respect for the process, and other times I think maybe, just maybe she is in all actual fact, the coffee whisperer. -tM
*NB for those interested click on the Source link below for a little history on Turkish Kahve.
Like bars and musical notes, nature grooves to its own beat. One, that in my opinion we are totally out of sync with. -tM
What’s the story behind the captivating Daffodil light?
Daffodil is a lamp inspired by the Caravaggio painting Narciso, which depicts a beautiful boy gazing at himself in a body of water before he drowns in his own image. It’s an allegory about the ego. I designed Daffodil as a system of polygonal mirrors that creates a kaleidoscopic game of reflections, so that the viewer is forced to reflect upon his own image and, yes, ego. (Exerpt from 1stdibs)
Life was meant to be taken slow.
I always make it a point to take my summers as sloooow as possible. While everyone else has these epic plans of travel, and an “I can do” attitude to see people, places, and things, I on the other hand revel in the little things even more so then usual. Simply put, I live, and really feel life in all of its depth and possibilities. I move at a slow pace, I stop for things; an ant crossing my path, a dandelion parachute gently tumbling across my foot, I observe, I breathe, I keep my eyes and ears open and experience life as if it were a fantasy, because it is.
It’s magic. True magic. -tM
I think there should always be a spotlight on love. -tM
There has always been a question of whether style is in fact innate or something that has to be learned. Regardless of what you may or may not believe, it is nice to see two generations of style side by side and the lessons that may or may not have been passed down. -tM
Who says you can’t dress up to walk the streets eating meat on a stick?
I have always been a firm believer in wearing your jewels, your “fancy” shoes, your beautiful handbag, great coat, sparkly top, whenever the mood strikes you. I don’t believe in saving fashion/style for a special occasion. Bust your finest out whenever the spirit catches you. If it makes you feel good, that confidence will spill over into everything you do that day.
Viva la inspiration! -tM
Striving for perfection is both exhausting and incredibly boring. -tM
There has always been something tough about the asethetic of North American fashion, versus that of the elegance with which European fashion is conveyed. Even in our most sophisticated moments there is still this undertone of grit.
It goes to show you that fashion is so much more then the clothes that you choose to wear. It is also about attitude, culture, self-worth, creativity, social status, and a freedom of expression that is more often then not inextricably linked to where you have grown up and what you have internalized on a psychological level.
It is living art made beautiful by what you choose to say with it, in attitude and in style. -tM
City streets never lie. -tM
Photography: 1. NYC, Unknown; 2. Italy, Unknown; 3. Greece, Dana Kandinska, 4. Havana, Unknown; 5. Turkey, Unknown
As simple and as delicious as it is, it has never been straightforward. Bread has always been a direct reflection of economics. To look at bread, is to look at taxation, revolts, and subsidies. It tells the story of life, its struggle and its triumphs; bread is endless in what it can represent. It’s good to critically think about our food beyond our initial consumption from time to time. There is often a narrative there worth understanding. -tM