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#JournalEntry : Remember who you were as a child? Good. Keep in touch with that childhood. It is loads of fun!

The Undisturbed State

 

One concept we discussed during Watsu 1 is on the undisturbed state. Can you remember how it felt to be inside your mother's womb? There have been numerous testimonials from receivers of Watsu that describe the experience as a return to the mother's womb. It is afterall, a gravity-free environment where we are completely protected, stress-free and worry-free. Another follow-up on my "Poetry in Water" entry series.

#JournalEntry : Photography isn't only about pressing a shutter, but its about a deeper beauty inside a picture. Its like an open line of communication that's open to anyone who wants to listen. I love when people can be a part of that open line. There is something about seeing another person in a picture, there's a connection. You can relate to another human, you can see the boldness of humanity and yet understand what a fragile creation we are. That's why I take portraits to show that inner deeper beauty inside people.

I recently gave a lecture on "Public Policies Regarding Accessibility to the Workplace" The audience was one of my most unusual I ever had. Have to make sure that all the differently-abled are able to understand the concepts I was talking about. Started drawing this after my lecture while I was on the guest's table.

Evening skies will always hold your smile in the place where stars once burned so bright.

I've kept a written journal since I was in sixth grade. I began studying French when I was 12 or 13 years old. Years later, in this entry, my high school brain was THRILLED to meet a random dude from France and I wanted to go to France "so bad." The guy wasn't the first French person I'd ever met, but I was still pretty excited. For the record, I still love French men. ;)

#JournalEntry : Pro Tip : If you want to make someone feel like the universe is conspiring to bless them, that their fears of inadequacy are chained to the ground because of a secret coalition of belief in a dream, that the pursuit is flanked with support: send them an anonymous post - card.

Here's a stream-of-consciousness entry about skeletons . . . sort of.

i stayed up until 5am reading tedious articles for my linguistic anthropology class. i didn't want to look like a fool at the weekly discussion. that didn't matter cos i overslept and missed it completely.

 

one good thing about today: silent movies in my film class! we screened charlie chapman's, "the kid," and buster keaton's, "the general." the great humour, passion, and film techniques really surprised me. also, i found myself attracted to buster keaton as a train engineer. *shock* am i revealing my embarrassing secrets on flickr? the other day they showed a dw griffith film (not the one you're thinking of) and it was printed on nitrate base!!! AHHH! i was excited.

 

dear me, i am verbose. must remember this isn't a blog but a photo place.

'saga of a psycho basketballer'...first entry in journal; Pistol..40 years old.

drops dead on the way to the hoop...I feel great..I drop dead....

Just finished a 2-day seminar/workshop on Community Health Development where I gave a lecture on the Interdisciplinary Approach and the Transdisciplinary Approach as it will be applied in our program which involves various disciplines within our university. A discussion basically on the multidimensionality of health, and how IDA or TDA may be a holistic, participatory approach to primary health care.

I was watching the Baby Borrowers tonight as I cleaned tonight. I’m heading up to our cabin tomorrow and so I wanted the house to be clean when the family returns. I laughed as I watched the teen couples try to take care of babies. I barely can clean the house after eight hours of work. I can’t imagine what it would be like to have a baby on top of all this and I’m 21 not a teen!

 

So at this time I would like to thank my folks for being responsible and having me when they were ready to have children. I have never wanted for anything and I have had a wonderful childhood. Their responsibility made me who I am today. If I’m lucky enough to find the right guy who wants to settle down and start a family, I hope to raise my children in a loving partnership like my parents raised me.

 

#JournalEntry : To me its not all about the "things" I accrue, but more so much about the experiences I take with me. Much like a walk with an old companion. I've never found anything more pure than a dogs heart. What an honor it is to have a beautiful animal as a guardian through the the journey. As short as it sometimes maybe, I'm truly grateful to have had the opportunity to learn from each one in my life. I am who I am because of them.

No Hope.

To Die.

  

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Diary Entry by Ralph Waldo Emerson

(as noted in Selections of RALPH WALDO EMERSON

Edited by Stephen E. Whicher)

 

London, October 29, 1847

 

"I found at Liverpool, after a couple of days, a letter which had been seeking me, from Carlyle, addressed to "R.W.E. on the instant when he lands in England," conveying the heartiest welcome and urgent invitation to house and hearth. And finding that I should not be wanted for a week in the lecture rooms, I came down to London, on Monday, and at ten at night the door was opened to me by Jane Carlyle, and the man himself was behind her with a lamp in the hall. They were very little changed from their old selves of fourteen years ago (in August) when I left them at Craigenputtock. "Well," said Carlyle, "here we are, shovelled together again! The floodgates of his talk are quickly opened, and the river is a plentiful stream. We had a wide talk that night until nearly one o'clock, and at breakfast the next morning again..."

 

In honor of Emerson's inspiring meeting with Carlyle

August, 1933

    

Lewis and Clark Interpretive Center. Exhibits designed and built by Taylor Studios, Inc.

 

Washburn, ND

 

"Journaling America" exhibit. Life cast figure of William Clark with reader rails.

 

www.taylorstudios.com

 

Entry #1 3.9.15 My sincerest apologies to anyone who has been following me. I haven't been active on this account because i have been busy trying to figure things out. For those of you beautiful souls who still follow me, I'm trying to heal. So many people have requested me to keep a journal to write my feelings but I figured that it is easier for me to write down daily entries on here. You guys can encourage me to be constant with it, right? So without further ado, I give you entry #1. Other than having the worst sore throat I've had in a while, I feel okay. Not good, not bad, just okay. I won't deny that there are still things stressing me out like school, social life, self esteem, etc. but I am trying not to let that get to me as much. I have been getting better. I have started getting rid of the negativity in my life and I'm starting to notice a difference all ready. My goal is to become the happy person I long to be by the end of summer. Thank you to anyone who has read this far. You are good people. 😊✨🌹 #journalentry #instaentry #healing #gettingbetter #quotes #emotions #teens #tumblr #tumblrquotes #inspiration #past #passionate #love #lifequotes #hipster #indie #bohemian #grunge #freedom #feelings #freespirit #depression #anxiety #struggles #selfharmmm #acceptance #beauty #beautiful #motivation - isntthatrad

Lewis and Clark Interpretive Center. Exhibits designed and built by Taylor Studios, Inc.

 

Washburn, ND

 

Detail of life cast figure of William Clark with his portable writing desk.

 

www.taylorstudios.com

 

Scan from old journal. Didn't fix it too well obviously :)

These kids were really fun to hang out with!

#JournalEntry : I gain the world and all its wonders. I wouldn't trade anything for these experiences.

This might just have to be the cheesiest thing I've seen in the academic world... No... Just NO!

 

And it is awfully sad that it took me at least a minute or two why he randomly made the A so big... My brain dissolves quickly when traveling and auditions are on the mind.

#JournalEntry : I woke up to this quote in a text from my mother: " ... the old Lakota was wise. He knew that in a man's heart, away from nature, becomes hard; he knew that lack of respect for growing, living things soon led to lack of respect for humans, too. So he kept his children close to nature's softening influence." It feels good to be known.

 

I also love gravel roads. They say something about how rare a place is.

monday basketball lives

"The good fight is the one we fight because our heart asks it of us... The good fight is one fought in the name of our dreams..." Anyone read Paolo Coelho's The Pilgrimage?

Scan from journal. Antarctica at Industria Studios in NYC.

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#JournalEntry: If you knew you were going to die one year from today -

 

What would you do differently?

How would you want to be remembered?

What is your legacy going to be?

What are the stories people are going to tell when your'e gone?

What is your obituary going to say?

 

Manali is located on the banks of the River Beas.

It is a quaint hill station in the Kullu District of Himachal Pradesh.

 

Scan from journal. Brian Waits doing some spring time gardening a long time ago.

Walking from Manikaran to Barseni Village.

 

#JournalEntry :One of my favourite feelings is something I call 'secondhand rediscovery'. It's that feeling you get when you show someone the things and places you love, but for them it's the first time. You may have seen the place a million times, yet with them, you see it through their eyes, and discover it for yourself all over again. You almost discover it better, because you see it again with the heart knowledge that the place is already beloved. And in the sparkling eyes of a friend, you live both the astonishment of something new and the intimacy of something known, all at once. You also find that the most common things to you are new again.

 

No Deposit..No Return...

Nothing is as iT seeMs..as 'WE' see it

may 6th 1980 birth of my daughter

This fill-in-the-blank journal for listing thankful thoughts turns rough days into beautiful ones.

 

It's Italian paper, 100% recycled paper, and genuine handmade goodness from gadanke.com.

 

Just a page from my journal...

...& then I want to die.

 

Actual text from an actual journal entry of mine written at age 13. This, along with a lot of other teen angst, will be appearing in my upcoming zine, Reckless Chants 22.

journal entry (oct. '08)

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