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The landscape photogs say I should stick with portraits. The portrait photogs say I should stick with landscapes.
I'll just stick to shooting what's available.
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A charcoal art piece I made while listening to music. I was motivated to draw about the verge of the loss of innocence. I sometimes wish I could preserve young children's innocence as well as I yearn to contain mine.
High school students from across the state came to Sacred Heart University on June 24, 2018, to participate in SHU Journey, a six-day retreat of faith learning, self-exploration, music ministry, prayer, liturgy and community service. On day one, Bishop Frank Caggiano celebrated mass with the group in the Chapel of the Holy Spirit. Photo by Mark F. Conrad 6/24/17
A silent pantomime performer.
We communicated by me asking questions, talking, guessing, and Chloe nodding her head.
We met in the dining area of a nearby grocery store. I was with my friend Anne and she was with another face painted friend, Chloe.
I asked immediately whether it was OK to make pictures and was granted permission.
I then asked them separately to step outside for better light and background.
Chloe wrote down her email address on a piece of paper for me. She also wrote:
"Chloe + Rae - Send us pictures?"
And also:
"Humanity is One Being Wearing many masks, Dancing."
And she drew a heart next to the last word.
Updating:
A couple of days after meeting Chloe and Rae, and after sending them my photos of them with a few questions, I received an email from Chloe which I share here:
"Why the silence?
To break the heavy of everyday life. Miming is public prayer and public play. A reminder that things are not necessarily ordinary. So much gets lost in everyday conversation. Words say what has happened; silence says what is happening now. All of time is one sacred moment.
Miming is a chance to calm the chattering mind, and simply be a witness. Who are you without your words, without your face? Everybody. Nobody. The same spirit moves through all of us.
We live on a goat farm in northern California, and the goats are great teachers. The hardest thing about being a mime is gaining total control of the movements of the body. And the goats have it down. They are pristinely present and attentive to the Now.
What we are attempting here is a practice of play that can bring us closer to our wild, instinctual selves. The goats are also excellent teachers of patience. I don't know
if you've ever spent time with goats, but they are ornary!
Healing from the trauma of dominant culture continues to be a huge challenge. Invoking the sacred clown is one technique. Songs and poems of grief and praise unlock the soul and let our tears and laughter nourish the land.
We use tools of nonviolent communication and practices
of blending with the land and communing directly with nature; to
remember the parts of ourselves that were repressed, rejected, punished, or never nurtured enough to truly blossom.
Living in community provides a little village-shaped container for all of this self-exploration and healing. A community that comes together over what they love, over what they will stand to protect, is strong and can weather the storms.
As we respect nature, she reveals her secrets and teaches us how to live."
A close shave with a small hive of wasps while waiting for the bus back to Taichung City
Self- exploration along the mountainous roadside
near Cing Jing Farm
Taichung, Taiwan
9 June 2012
The bus was slow to come, perhaps due to the heavy downpour, though we had worried about missing the bus, which comes at irregular intervals, that we didn't dare to visit the restroom though we were both dying to answer nature's calls. Then, I realised that the restrooms of the Japanese tea house were just next to the rubbish chute where the bus-stop was. Nice place for a bus-stop, don't you think? We took turns to use the toilet in a haste, only to realise that the bus was slow to come. in between, I even conversed with the friendly green grocer uncle across the road as he was concerned if we knew the bus' timing. We ended up squatting and leaning against the stone wall of the tea house while waiting for the bus. I shifted to my left and then stood up suddenly, spun around only to realise that I almost knock onto the hive. The consequence would have been unimaginable. Yuping was scared stiff while I went as close as I dared (about 35cm away) and zoomed in on the hive with my lens [only 50 max:( unfortunately]. Check out the eggs.^^
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High school students from across the state came to Sacred Heart University in late June 2017 to participate in SHU Journey, a six-day retreat of faith learning, self-exploration, music ministry, prayer, liturgy and community service. On day two, the participants enjoyed a free night of fun at Nutmeg Bowl in Fairfield. Photo by Mark F. Conrad 6/26/17
© Ben Aqua & Jess Williamson -
Using photography, performance and new media, my work frequently explores the process of identity formation and its relationship with ecstasy, fear, anxiety, self-exploration, and magic. I have always been fascinated by eccentricities that may occur in the development of one's personal identity, and how these characteristics translate aesthetically and metaphorically within the subjects' immediate environments. The current state of mainstream Western culture seems to barrage itself with a fearful mentality; fear of death, terrorism, obesity, homosexuality, etc. This can be an extremely dangerous and self-destructive burden to constantly bear. However, we are escapists by nature. We are thinking, observing, moving, and curious creatures. In this respect, I believe there is something tremendously powerful in the human capacity to discover and emanate ourselves in many shapes and forms. Whatever the vehicle may be, confronting and understanding all aspects of fear can release us into a freeform, Utopian psychological landscape in which we are free to entertain our curiosities and passions in an honest, nurturing environment. This process of fearless self-identification that I see in others is something my work constantly, and admiringly, documents, acting as a sort of voyeuristic, psychological mirror in which I investigate my own humanity.
Even further, my work exists within the context of our rapidly evolving technological world, in that we are at an interesting moment in time in which the notion of identity is bleeding deeply into the virtual realm. The internet and online social communities such as Second Life, Facebook, YouTube, etc. act as a somewhat wide-open virtual playground devoid of time and space. It is a thriving environment in which memories, both truthful and fabricated, are infinitely stored and digested by the masses. In this vein, I am very curious about the methods in which technology extends the concept of identity formation, offering the theoretical luxury of anonymity and a lush, blank canvas for fulfilling one's own destinies.
A silent pantomime performer.
We communicated by me asking questions, talking, guessing, and Chloe nodding her head.
We met in the dining area of a nearby grocery store. I was with my friend Anne and she was with another face painted friend, Rae.
I asked immediately whether it was OK to make pictures and was granted permission.
I then asked them separately to step outside for better light and background.
Chloe wrote down her email address on a piece of paper for me. She also wrote:
"Chloe + Rae - Send us pictures?"
And also:
"Humanity is One Being Wearing many masks, Dancing."
And she drew a heart next to the last word.
Updating:
A couple of days after meeting Chloe and Rae, and after sending them my photos of them with a few questions, I received an email from Chloe which I share here:
"Why the silence?" I asked.
And Chloe replied:
"To break the heavy of everyday life. Miming is public prayer and public play. A reminder that things are not necessarily ordinary. So much gets lost in everyday conversation. Words say what has happened; silence says what is happening now. All of time is one sacred moment.
Miming is a chance to calm the chattering mind, and simply be a witness. Who are you without your words, without your face? Everybody. Nobody. The same spirit moves through all of us.
We live on a goat farm in northern California, and the goats are great teachers. The hardest thing about being a mime is gaining total control of the movements of the body. And the goats have it down. They are pristinely present and attentive to the Now.
What we are attempting here is a practice of play that can bring us closer to our wild, instinctual selves. The goats are also excellent teachers of patience. I don't know
if you've ever spent time with goats, but they are ornary!
Healing from the trauma of dominant culture continues to be a huge challenge. Invoking the sacred clown is one technique. Songs and poems of grief and praise unlock the soul and let our tears and laughter nourish the land.
We use tools of nonviolent communication and practices
of blending with the land and communing directly with nature; to
remember the parts of ourselves that were repressed, rejected, punished, or never nurtured enough to truly blossom.
Living in community provides a little village-shaped container for all of this self-exploration and healing. A community that comes together over what they love, over what they will stand to protect, is strong and can weather the storms.
As we respect nature, she reveals her secrets and teaches us how to live."
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High school students from across the state came to Sacred Heart University in late June 2017 to participate in SHU Journey, a six-day retreat of faith learning, self-exploration, music ministry, prayer, liturgy and community service. On day one, Bishop Frank Caggiano celebrated mass with the group in the Chapel of the Holy Spirit. Photo by Mark F. Conrad 6/25/17
So, I recently shut myself off from the outside world in order to do some serious homework (otherwise I would never get it done by the due date). It's been a great time of self-exploration (well... not really. Really, I've just found out that I have a very limited attention span and that I don't generally feel like working before 10 pm). Yesterday afternoon I decided to not do homework and put together a triptych instead.
1. I've joined the clones
2. looking very serious in the shower
3. procrastination
I am in the middle of some self-exploration that comes in many forms....writing, meditation, friendships, reading. It is a journey of self discovery of where I am right now, and the direction I am working towards. I keep my self inspired through my photography.
Self exploration post loss.
Double exposures on cross processed 35mm Kodak ektachrome e100.
August, 2019. Portland, Oregon.
Self exploration post loss.
Double exposures on cross processed 35mm Kodak ektachrome e100.
August, 2019. Portland, Oregon.
My self-feet-portrait for the first assignment of Unraveling; the self-exploration photography course. This assignment was to express something about ourselves through photos of our feet.
"Say not, 'I have found the truth,' but rather, 'I have found a truth.'
"Say not, 'I have found the path of the soul.' Say rather, 'I have met the soul walking upon my path.'
"For the soul walks upon all paths."
-- Kahlil Gibran, "On Self-Knowledge," The Prophet
There is no book i have referenced more than this one.
Kahlil Gibran's masterwork is an amazing treatise on love, life, relationships and human nature. The Lebanese writer-philosopher spent four years preparing this book of spiritual poetry before having it published. It shows. (I wanted to find a cedar tree to stand under in honor of Gibran, but i wouldn't know a cedar if it fell on me.)
There is more truth and wisdom in one page of this text than in any of 100 novels i've read. It's been translated into 20 languages and has sold more than nine million copies in America alone. As of January 2007, it had been reprinted 142 times. (I had to get another copy today. Much like In The Life, i've lended and lost this book to others many times over.)
If you have never read it, get to a bookstore, a library, a friend's house, anywhere you can find a copy. Read it.
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This week has been all about books that have moved me in some way. I enjoyed it and found it most challenging. Of all the books i've read, i could choose only seven for this week. For anyone who's "tuned in" this week, thank you for sharing with me on this particular journey of self-exploration.
Self-portraits have been a method of self-exploration since humans first gazed at their own reflection in a pool of water. For me, self-portrait are an opportunity to see beyond the image in a mirror and begin to search into the soul-unearthing a diary of fears,my feelings as a mother and foreigner and other fervent emotions.
I sat straight up in bed. It was still dark outside. I was distinctly aware of the silence around me. The air on my nose felt cold, but there was a warmth inside my body. I felt the softness of the blanket on my legs, and the world felt cozy, still, and calm. I rubbed my eyes to ensure I was indeed awake.
“But my dreams are never that clear and straightforward,” I remember thinking to myself. “What do I do now?”
I wanted to bury my head under the covers and pretend the dream never happened.
Listening to the guidance in the dream was going to demand a lot of courage, not to mention create a logistical nightmare. “Maybe if I fall back asleep I will wake up with more insight, or just forget it happened altogether,” I said to myself.
But I lay awake, eyes wide open, staring into the darkness, unable to erase his voice from my mind.
In the dream, he was sitting across from me. I did not see his face. I sat quietly on a single bed across from him. It was a simple room. We were facing one another. I felt very comfortable with his presence. I knew him, but not from my waking life. I listened attentively, not saying anything myself.
He spoke in a calm and direct voice: “Go to South Africa before you go to India. Doors will then open for you to go to India and you will meet someone who is meant to be a teacher for you.”
That is when I awoke.
As I stared at the ceiling, recalling his voice, I began a flustered inner dialogue with this mystery man.
“Really? You’re telling me this now? Now, after I have been planning this trip for months, have booked my flights and set everything up? And who are you anyway? Maybe you are just trying to trick me. Why should I trust you?”
But as I argued with an “invisible” man in my head in the middle of the night, something deep within me felt drawn to him. He was direct and calm. I liked him. The soft stillness I had sensed upon waking was still lingering around and within me. And, for some reason, I trusted him.
A few months earlier, I had graduated a semester early from Cornell University and had decided to embark on an extensive journey overseas. For at least a year.
From a young age, I had longed to explore the sacred, to align my life in some way with a higher purpose, and to follow the pull of my soul regardless of what people thought.
At the time, my friends and boyfriend could not understand why I would want to be absent during our final semester at college. This was the time to celebrate, to party, to enjoy the final months of college life, carefree and laidback. But, it was not something I could explain. I just knew I needed to go.
I had planned to visit two destinations for six months each —India and South Africa, which is the land of my heritage. In South Africa I had arranged to volunteer at an HIV/AIDS orphanage for abandoned and abused children for six months.
To prepare for such a daunting task, my plan was to travel around India first. India had always enthralled me. I prepared to visit various meditation and yoga centers, and yearned to make a pilgrimage of self-exploration.
Everything had been booked and planned carefully.
The dream could not have come at a more difficult time. I was booked to leave in ten days. If I obeyed the dream I would have to change my flights, my bookings, everything. Not to mention, I would have to call the orphanage in South Africa and inquire if I could come six months early!
It was a massive disruption to my schedule, and not one I wanted to make based purely on some weird dream.
But the guidance was so clear.
I sat with the dream all day. During breakfast, I was withdrawn and quiet. My mother asked why. I told her about the dream.
“Wow. See if it stays with you throughout the day, my angel. If so, maybe you should listen.”
This is a classic response from my mother, who has always encouraged my exploration of spirituality and mysticism. She is a warm and highly intuitive woman who often trusts aspects of our existence outside of logic and rational thought.
Throughout the entire day, the mysterious man never left my psyche. On the surface, I wanted to ignore him. But in some hidden corner of my heart, I knew he had come for a reason, and I liked him.
And so I changed everything.
I traveled first to South Africa. During my six months at the orphanage, I was told about a course in Pranic Healing — a systematic form of energetic medicine based on the ancient Chinese, Indian, and Tibetan healing arts. Without knowing anything about the course, I knew I had to be there.
The instructor was a lovely Indian man. He saw my raw enthusiasm and passion for the material. He encouraged me to travel to India to meet the founder of this system of healing, who was a Chinese-Filipino man by the name of Master Choa Kok Sui.
At that moment, time stood still. I remembered the voice in my dream. Here was the door to India. Opening.
I booked my flight and left a month later. I spent three incredibly formative years learning healing and meditation under the master’s direct guidance. They were three years that greatly altered the direction of my life.
I now teach healing, yoga, and meditation all over the world, and I write for various publications on these topics. I have been able to touch and transform many lives through this work, including my own.
I cannot imagine what my life would be like had I not found the courage to listen to the kind, faceless man in my dream.
D. A. Q.
© Ben Aqua-
Using photography, performance and new media, my work frequently explores the process of identity formation and its relationship with ecstasy, fear, anxiety, self-exploration, and magic. I have always been fascinated by eccentricities that may occur in the development of one's personal identity, and how these characteristics translate aesthetically and metaphorically within the subjects' immediate environments. The current state of mainstream Western culture seems to barrage itself with a fearful mentality; fear of death, terrorism, obesity, homosexuality, etc. This can be an extremely dangerous and self-destructive burden to constantly bear. However, we are escapists by nature. We are thinking, observing, moving, and curious creatures. In this respect, I believe there is something tremendously powerful in the human capacity to discover and emanate ourselves in many shapes and forms. Whatever the vehicle may be, confronting and understanding all aspects of fear can release us into a freeform, Utopian psychological landscape in which we are free to entertain our curiosities and passions in an honest, nurturing environment. This process of fearless self-identification that I see in others is something my work constantly, and admiringly, documents, acting as a sort of voyeuristic, psychological mirror in which I investigate my own humanity.
Even further, my work exists within the context of our rapidly evolving technological world, in that we are at an interesting moment in time in which the notion of identity is bleeding deeply into the virtual realm. The internet and online social communities such as Second Life, Facebook, YouTube, etc. act as a somewhat wide-open virtual playground devoid of time and space. It is a thriving environment in which memories, both truthful and fabricated, are infinitely stored and digested by the masses. In this vein, I am very curious about the methods in which technology extends the concept of identity formation, offering the theoretical luxury of anonymity and a lush, blank canvas for fulfilling one's own destinies.
High school students from across the state came to Sacred Heart University in late June 2017 to participate in SHU Journey, a six-day retreat of faith learning, self-exploration, music ministry, prayer, liturgy and community service. Students participated in an exercise at The Adventure Park at the Discovery Museum in Bridgeport. Photo by Mark F. Conrad 6/27/17
Linocut & Mixed Media by Peter Clayton
Peter says: "This is a ‘unique’ copy of a linocut taken from an image I made called ‘Sisters’. The original picture was printed as a single image on paper and printed as an edition. This particular image only uses part of the original lino block and I have printed it onto two small wooden panels. The image is printed over layers of paint. Rub-down letters have been added.
‘Choices and Chances’ come from a large series of work I made based, sometimes pretty loosely, on research into my family history. I did a series of ‘twins’ pictures exploring the themes of identity, nature/nurture, self-exploration and self-discovery. Having said that I read a quote the other day (I can’t remember by whom) – ‘life isn’t about self-discovery, it’s about self-creation’."
In his wildly extensive output, Dr. Jung cites Richard Wilhelm's translation and explanation of 'The Secret of the Golden Flower' and the very idiosyncratic illuminated manuscripts of medieval alchemists as his psychological keys for the reconciliation of opposites within the Self. The I Ching got him started on the formulation of his Acausal Connecting Principle: Synchronicity.
His one-time mentor, Dr. Freud, said, "You're taking me places where an old man runs out of breath."
e-jungian.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/letter.jpg -- The Doctor's response to a request from a Los Angeles group to establish the C.G. Jung Institute, which eventually landed on Pico Boulevard in 1973. Groucho was a member of the Hillcrest Country Club across the street on the south side of Pico, where he spent many years playing cards, as a member of The Hillcrest Round Table, along with Don Rickles and others. i.pinimg.com/736x/ca/59/de/ca59deeec80d0fb3a71daf89e12870...
www.amazon.com/Red-Book-Philemon-C-Jung/dp/0393065677 -- [The most influential unpublished work in the history of psychology. When Carl Jung embarked on an extended self-exploration he called his “confrontation with the unconscious,” the heart of it was The Red Book, a large, illuminated volume he created between 1914 and 1930. Here he developed his principle theories—of the archetypes, the collective unconscious, and the process of individuation—that transformed psychotherapy from a practice concerned with treatment of the sick into a means for higher development of the personality.
While Jung considered The Red Book to be his most important work, only a handful of people have ever seen it. Now, in a complete facsimile and translation, it is available to scholars and the general public. It is an astonishing example of calligraphy and art on a par with The Book of Kells and the illuminated manuscripts of William Blake. This publication of The Red Book is a watershed that will cast new light on the making of modern psychology.
212 color illustrations.] -- From Amazon description
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fEVFrS43EsY -- The bright Belugas
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yeEYVDaK0to -- 'Shadow on a Tall Tree', new song by Dennis Davison
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPPSu0vaNWA&ab_channel=DavidB... -- "...up to our necks in it."
Parkinson's disease has had a negative effect on the fine motor control in my hands. So far it has not been severe enough to cause major problems in my daily life.
I have noticed though, it does make it difficult to form a peace sign or to flip someone off. What's an old hippie to do?
In aftermath of Infinite Crisis and Wonder Woman Vol 2 219 when Wonder Woman kill Maxwell Lord she retired from her heroic identity of Wonder Woman and spent the following year coming to terms with her actions but batman who also took personal journey of self-exploration give her cover identity of Diana Prince and she decided to serve humanity as an espionage agent of Department of Metahuman Affairs
We can all count ourselves "the lucky ones...." to have experienced love at sometime in our lives. It fit like a perfectly tailored suit knowing what to emphasize and more importantly what NOT to. It was everything. It brought joy, those warm contented feelings of a comfortable love where as we wake each day we knew someone is there to walk with us, care about us, and share with us. It created and played out those Hallmark moments we grew up with. It even transformed some of us. We became full of pride, of place and how we fit into the larger scheme of things as expressed by our media and genetics. Love brought with it the amazing adventures and self exploration of our lustfull side. That secret taboo tucked away part we rarely share with anyone we knew. It was easier to explore it with a one night fling or fuck buddy because who cared what they thought. It was about you. Yet love allowed us to share that part of us and explore it and not worry about what the other thought. Ahhh, Love is Great! But love has a much more darker side that is rarely discussed. That part of it provided by the mere physics of nature and balance; what goes up must come down; to have happiness you have to have experienced ............. you know what Im saying. Love also brings with it a total bewilderment, a loss, devastation and ache like no other when it bids you adieu. One so big and overwhelming you just want to die because you cant imagine going on. No one ........... and I mean NO ONE .... prepares you for that part. Its kept like some dirty little family secret tucked away and never discussed. Is it some f@*ked up crazy form of initiation that society allows us to fall in love but will not tell you that the fall out of love could possibly drive you mad or kill you? Come on.........me, Mr Conservative would have thought at least twice before I jumped in with both feet. I would have jumped in anyway who am I kidding Lol ! But if youre one of the lucky ones to have survived the fall into AND out of love ....... when you least expected it to .............. and the passage of time has eased the pain, hurt, and loss and erased the resentment you once seethed with then count yourself lucky.......thats right Lucky! Call me a fool for love but I would do it all over again and again and again. My love was Paul and when I rose each day with him by my side I ruled my world. Kindness was not a virtue but mandatory in all aspects of life and I honestly was a better person not because of him but because I was with him. Will I find that again? Not a chance! I'll find other loves Im sure of it. But Paul had a special quality ...... an aura of almost magic ...........that I still cant name or put my finger on. Yet, when it illuminated my life, even after the parting of ways, through that whole messy wonderful experience called Love ........it made me find me and who I was in this journey called Life. Thank you Paul.
Westchester Art Therapy Association (WATA) from Mamaroneck, NY
Dream Theme - Imagination / The Arts
★Title - "Imagination The Portal to Creativity"
While not all members of WATA were present for the creation of this panel we hope it speaks to the collective voice of our group.
★As art therapists we recognize, the importance of one's imagination and creativity for invention, research, and working through social issues, environmental issues, self-exploration and self-awareness.
"Art therapy is a mental health profession that uses the creative process of art making to improve and enhance the physical, mental and emotional well being of individuals of all ages. It is based on the belief that the creative process involved in artistic self-expression helps people to resolve conflicts and problems, develop interpersonal skills, manage behavior, reduce stress, increase self-esteem and self-awareness, and achieve insight."
Gentry Leach
Alchemy
Resin on Canvas
48" x 48"
NFS
Norman, OK
"Throughout my practice, I explore my emotional identity as a spiritual being having a human experience. My conceptual themes often involve self-exploration, healing social injustice, and coming back home to nature. I explore the union of representation and abstract expression in my works. I believe these are the two fundamental archetypes that make up the framework of the universe. It is my intention as an artist, to use my creative practice as a vehicle for inspiration, reflection, and universal empathy in hopes of creating authentic connections across the globe."
Our retreat session is an amalgam of fun & adventure activities with the yogic practice. Our yoga retreat session starts with the meditation practice that helps you in synchronizing with your mind and soul. The yoga and meditation practices can be enjoyed in the serenity of Rishikesh.
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High school students from across the state came to Sacred Heart University in late June 2017 to participate in SHU Journey, a six-day retreat of faith learning, self-exploration, music ministry, prayer, liturgy and community service. On day two, the participants enjoyed a free night of fun at Nutmeg Bowl in Fairfield. Photo by Mark F. Conrad 6/26/17
She had not dared to dream of him. But she sensed him in the shadows, peering at her silently, watching her as she lived her life, as she enjoyed, as she feared, as she hated, as she despaired, as she ran, and now, as she tried to find the truth.
Will he follow her outside her dreams? On a path of self-exploration? Or is he only interested in her madness, in her desperation? He is in the dark, lying in wait for a rendezvous that may never take place.
And she wonders will she have to give him up too - or is he just an extension of herself she can both love and hate?
High school students from across the state came to Sacred Heart University in late June 2017 to participate in SHU Journey, a six-day retreat of faith learning, self-exploration, music ministry, prayer, liturgy and community service. On day one, Bishop Frank Caggiano celebrated mass with the group in the Chapel of the Holy Spirit. Photo by Mark F. Conrad 6/25/17
Brats n Cuties is one of the Best Play School In Delhi.We provides all the facilities like the school buildings,self exploration zone,security,school transport and so on.To know more about the Play school location and other contact information you can visit our site.
Twenty-One-Days Yoga and Ayurveda Retreat
Self-preservation, Self-exploration and Self-expression, TTD is a Twenty-One-Days Yoga and Ayurveda Retreat with the purpose of refining Self-Expression at all the possible levels of mind, body and Consciousness. These twenty-one days will bring participants very close to navigate their own inner potential. The journey of Self-Exploration through the process improves, spontaneous ability to flow with the rapid changes of life and allows the individual to embrace any situation. This transformation is the realization of our own Divine nature, which is always active for Self-Healing and Self-Guidance. These Twenty-One-Days are sequenced in a way to generate spontaneous and natural Self-Appreciation, Self-Respect and Self-Confidence. These attributes are instrumental to manifest Health, Happiness, Peace, Prosperity, Mutual-satisfaction and a Life Affirming-Personality.
As you know by now I am at my artistic peek, it's true that frustration and struggle will bring the outmost creative outcomes, so, here I am once again, all messed up and full with hunger for self explorations, and being in love for many years with film but with no cash to afford it I decided just now that I need to push myself once again and recreate a genre I truly adore, ladies and gentleman, I give you my Digital double exposure express experiment! may god help us all for I do not know what I am doing...!
Rastafarians refer to themselves as "I and I" (Simpson, 1985). Lovlie (1982) argues that the self can only be apprehended dialectically as relationship between an inner and outer part of the self.
But this self-relationship does not necessarily imply objectification.
Infants from about 3 months and onwards spend a lot of time relating to themselves. They spend 20% of their time awake touching their mouths and face (Korner and Kraemer, see Rochat, 1998). By a very early age they differentiate between a "single touch" of self on object and a "double touch" of self on self (Rochat, & Hespos, 1997, see Rochat, 1998). Infants love kicking mobiles, and other things above their crib, enjoying their own ability to effect changes on the world. They watch themselves wave their arms and legs. By this means Lewis and Brooks-Gunn (1979) argue, infants gain their earliest sense of visio-proprioceptive self.
Rochat (1998) further argues that this earliest sense of self is, contra children's interest in mirror reflections from the age of of about 2, non objectified. The infants, like mini Rastapharians, "I see I move," not "I see me/myself move." Rochat argues that this first "ecological self" is non objectified from consideration of the results of the following experiment for example.
Infants of 3 to 5 months are shown closed circuit videos of their own legs wearing cute stripy socks, on a bed which makes noises (to encourage movement), on two television screens in front of them. On the right hand screen (in red) they are shown the ego-centric view that they are used to, and could see if they were to look down. On the left hand screen (in blue) they are shown closed circuit video images of their legs manipulated in various ways, as follows.
A: Their own legs from the point of view of an observer.
B: Their own legs from their own point of view but left right reversed.
C: Their legs from the point of view of an observer, left-right reversed.
Rochat examined the extent to which the infants enjoyed watching their own legs move in each of the two screens using another camera recording the direction of their gaze. The results (as represented schematically, non-quantitatively in the graph) show that the infants preferred the observers view in A. This might suggest that they are objectify themselves and enjoying seeing themselves from the point of view of an observer. However, the same preference for the non-ego view is demonstrated in B, where the infants are shown a view from their own view point left-right reversed. But on the contrary, the infants preference for the observer's view point disappears when that is left-right reversed, bring it back into line with the ego centric, first person view. Rochat argues that it is the novel reversal of visio-proprioception in A and B -- their leg movements are backwards vis a vis their will --- and not objectification that arouses infant interest, since objectified feet are not especially interesting if they move in the usual way. Rochat writes,
"What characterizes infants' self-exploration when, for example, they watch themselves kicking in front of a TV, is the direct experience of visual-proprioceptive correspondences, not the reflection that it might be themselves live on the screen. If they prefer to look at a spatially incongruent view of their legs, it is because is violates the familiar visual-proprioceptive calibration of the body. For infants to recognize that it is their own legs they look at would take an additional reflective step, a step towards an objectification of the self. " (Rochat, 1998, p.108)
Thusly infants develop what Philippe Rochat calls an "ecological self," or an "I-self," which has a visual aspect as a self-person body view, but is not objectified in that it is not seen as an other, and neither requires, nor suggest the internalisation of another's point of view. Prior to the economic self of Smith and Mead, the I-self is a purer enjoyment of embodiment. Then later, it is infants who have already developed an I-Self that then come to enjoy, and eventually identify with the self as me. The dialectic evolves and differentiates in at two stages. There may be subsequent stages (Lacan, 2002) as adults move between objectification in images and words.
My conclusion, however, is that, even after our enjoyment of and identification with objectified self representations, I believe (from consideration of mythology and David Bowie, and personal experience) the "ecological" (Rochat, 1998) "I see I self" remains. It is this ecological first person persona that motivates and allows us to think that we are the little people, "Ants", that we see in mirrors, and whisper to ourselves.
Image adapted from figures 1 and 2 in Rochat, 1998, p.102
Notes
I realise that I have Rochat's book "Others in Mind." Wow.
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High school students from across the state came to Sacred Heart University in late June 2017 to participate in SHU Journey, a six-day retreat of faith learning, self-exploration, music ministry, prayer, liturgy and community service. Photo by Mark F. Conrad 6/29/17
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High school students from across the state came to Sacred Heart University in late June 2017 to participate in SHU Journey, a six-day retreat of faith learning, self-exploration, music ministry, prayer, liturgy and community service. On day one, Bishop Frank Caggiano celebrated mass with the group in the Chapel of the Holy Spirit. Photo by Mark F. Conrad 6/25/17
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