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Sunday, November 27, 2005
WORDS words. words. words. the transmitters from one satellite heart to another. they are so powerful, yet so malleable. they are containers, not artworks in themselves. sometimes when a friend in need calls me up for support i tell them "hold on". a minute later i might tell them "let go". i find no contradiction in this, but even if there was, i never promised to be free of contradiction. the same thing can be said in one million seemingly different ways cos the truth is in the feeling, not the details. after 13 years of doing interviews with the music and entertainment press ive witnessed people's attachment to words and their obsession with semantics first hand. but only those with the ears to hear know that it doesnt matter what a man says, its where he's standing when he says it that gives his words their power. i try to focus on the intention behind the words when someone is speaking to me. are the words said with love? if so, i believe them. if the words are said with fear and judgment i just stand there amused and wait for rain. its the feeling that matters. i treat words the same way i treat music. punk rock taught me that as long as the feeling is right, you dont even have to know how to play an instrument. speak with passion and others can feel the power of your words. stop making sense and start making love. sometimes i think speaking and dancing were separated at birth and are longing to find each other again. say something passionately to me, and i'll say "YES!" im setting myself homework for the week, and i will complete it as if my life depends upon it. no obligation of course. im going to wake up. im going to sleep peacefully at night. im going to let go. im going to never let go. im going to surrender everything to the universe. im going to decide my own destiny. im going to wait for signs. im going set my intention and create my reality. im going to give away everything to anyone who needs it. im going to look after myself first and foremost, knowing that i cant help anyone before i can help myself. is what im saying getting any less clear? i hope so. as long as you can feel it, the rest doesnt really matter. xoxo ben  posted by Ben Lee at 12:49 AM
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Dear, Dear, Dear Ben Lee:
I am Katherine. Or "Taff". On Friday night I attended your concert in Townsville, and I have to say that it was the best show I've ever been to. Thank you x 824358729347 for putting on such a lovely, lovely concert. I have so much respect for you as a musician & human being. Your outlook on life is so inspiring & I love that when I listen to your music or hear you talk, I feel completely joyful. I hope to see you live again soon. Thanks again. Love, Taff.
BEN YOU ARE AMAZING!!!
wanna give me a lift bak from your wollongong concert to sydney? i cant wait to see you! i have a letter for you. love ur music and ur beautiful personality! Take care, cinda xxx
words.
these one's make me cry. they make me say I was afraid I would never meet anyone else who would speak with a hand touching the air in a gesture that was true words. the first time I saw you I didn't have any but I knew my life was about to change i opened my eyes...to other open eyes. words. I used to cry about musicians who would sing words but not live what they were saying i thought they were ready for the truth in the daylight...but it was just me words. all I have are tears. as you spin me undone. and bring me home because i know you can see me and i can feel you. there's a soul pushing to bathe in the light behind every step the great masters would tell me to feel one gesture is more than a thousand words spoken halfway words. I can feel yours i can see you moving in the moonlight like a satellite..from wherever I am to remind me I'm moving towards a space where I don't have to be anything less than I am... YES. it's getting less clear and more clear all at once. YES. I have nothing and everything to tell you... YES. my intellect has little to do with this. This is just MY HEART. and you've just said...with letters and breaths and spaces in between...and rhythm.. and energy... everything I needed to hear. with warm tears SuzieQ
Man, you were awesome in Townsville.
I felt a little neglected over in CU, though, you could've run up our way. ;)
Re: The Townsville show.
A sweet and optimistic freind of mine told me she sent you flowers before your Townsville show along with a lovely demo cd of her band ( I will admit I thought it a silly idea ).However I thought it was painfully cute and was surprised when she said she wasn't sure if you had got them ( as she hadn't heard anything either way )and she just assumed you didn't like them ...this seemed to me strange...as one would assume you like flowers and good Australian music so i wonder if they never got to you. It's a pity ...As I think you would have liked the music .... I didn't see your T'vlle show but I heard it was good. Frank
words and feelings are both important, however one can never fully express the other. two guesses which one.
mostly, i just wanted say that i had an amazing night tonight, sunday 27th of november. i stood about 6 rows away from the stage at your show, in front of the mic and you. i think you saw me a few times, and it brought an even larger smile to my face to think you were looking at me, and smiling and singing. you seemed to smile a little more too when you saw me grinning like an idiot, which gives me the impression you did indeed see me. thank you for playing such an amazing show, with your wonderful songs and your feelings shining through. as for your weekly homework, and not being able to help others, i hear that one can't love another unless they love themself (not the stuck up way, o'course). food for thought? thanks again for helping me have such a great night out. ps. answer: it seems that words can never full express feelings, but i think it's okay that way. life wouldn't be as excellent if feelings were easily explained and disected. xoxo, take care of yourself ben. gaby.
Hi Ben,
You got my old bra tonight at your show. Sorry. My friend threw it for me; she was the one you threw a flower too. My heart is just swelling now, I am about to put on your cd and just sift through the memories of you. You’re so beautiful. I was also at the missy Higgins concert. Jacquie (the bra throwing flower lady) wants too know if you will come round to dinner. She will cater what ever you want. I told her as much as I'd love that too I doubt it. You have a world to concur, go get it! Love from a fan whose smiles will never fade. My email is morgan_dorpher@hotmail.com if you want the free dinner though.
Beautiful post. :)
You seem a little gloomy, though. Or maybe I'm just projecting...everything seems kind of gloomy to me right now. Being back in this space w. family is not necessarily a good thing. Too many bad memories, too much judgement, too much negative energy. I feel like I'm suffocating. All the joy I've accumulated feels like it was nothing more than smoke. Words can heal and words can cut you to the quick. I don't think I was ready for this test. I just re-read your post & it still seems kind of *off* to me. Hope everything is ok w. you, Ben. If you're ever in need, I'm here. I know I don't express myself very freely, but I do mean everything I say and everything I don't say. <3, Kristy
Don't forget those words that go bump in the night! I'm loving the feeling in the posts lately.
My homework this week is to live the words I'm saying. Great words Suzie Q. Those warm tears sounded like joyous ones. I've never thrown my bra at anyone. Morgan - did you attach a note? Viel Spaß!
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot: add me to the list of folks hanging out w. y'all in the Dream Time. :)
I dreamt I was in a van w. you (Ben) & Lara & two bratty freckle-faced little girls I've never met. You were driving, Lara was in the passenger seat & the little girls were recking havoc in the back...getting chocolate & marker & jam all over the seats. I was trying to cover it up b/c I didn't want you to be mad. Then we were at a venue that looked like a football field, except that you were playing on the sidelines under a tent. I was sitting w. the two girls & you came around strumming your guitar & said, "Why don't you go sit up there (the front) instead?" So we did. You started to play...only nothing came out b/c your amp wasn't working. I noticed it was unplugged & told you so & you said, "No. This one runs on batteries." (but I knew that it didn't). So you sent Gawain to KMART for batteries. In the middle of the show! hahahaha I woke up laughing. :)
I love your post Ben!
I sent you and your band some supportive, energising loving energy tonight before you went on stage. I was absolutely there in spirit. Words fail me a lot of the time. I find there's not enough of them to eloquently describe sensations, feelings, experiences. I'm finding that more and more I'm compelled to speak only from my heart, otherwise I feel inauthentic and become disconnected from the source. Whether I'm writing, performing in a play, belting out a song or flamenco dancing - I don't draw distinctions. It's all pure energy, pure passion & my resonant truth. with all my love,
Hi Ben
I was at your concert last night, and still I'm filled with joy from your music and your passion. Suzie Q, your words, as always, are beautiful. And GabyC, I whole heartedly agree with you, including the grinning like an idiot bit. I was in the front row, and that was the best experience of my life, because sometimes it was like Ben was singing just to me. My goal is to keep this feeling of joy and passion about everything I do. Ben, don't ever stop...Continue spreading the love and joy... Much love and choccy biscuits... Celeste
p.s. I forgot something really important......
WARM WET LOVING SMILES, THINK GENTLY BENTLEE. yESTERDAY WAS ONE HUGE AWAKENING TO ME, I FELT PAIN THROUGH YOUR WORDS, SLEEP REFUSED TO FIND ME THEN THIS MORNING I WOKE UP TO FIND MY CAR HAD BEEN STOLEN, IN IT IS MY BEAUTIFUL FIDDLE, WORDS CANNOT EXPLAIN THE LOSS I AM FEELING, I PRAY IT FINDS ITS WAY HOME TO ME, I PRAY YOU ARE HAVING A NICE DAY , WITH MUCH LOVE GEN.XOXO
Hi Ben,
We were at your show in BrisVegas last night and had an absolutely amazing time. This is the third time we've seen you this year and everytime there's something a bit different, something special that keeps us talking about it for months. We managed to snag your playlist and we're a bit curious - the last thing listed is "Naked?", which obviously we didn't get, but we'd love to know what it would've been (striptease?!). Also, thanks for showing up on the right night - the playlist had the wrong date on it! Jokes aside, we have so many highlights: Patience, All for Believing, all the great old stuff (and great new stuff). Love, M&K&S (Proud Mistakists!) (melanieblack@gmail.com) p.s. You've helped me to suppress my inner cynic, but after last night I could do with a new throat!
oy. taking jabs at my profession, eh? heh, this one does hit a bit closer to home than the others.
words are powerful and have the power to make or break a person on both ends of my world. the fact that I'm even in this sphere is a spectacular feat. When I was a child, I had a horrible speech impediment. No one could understand me because I mumbled so badly, and it was even worse when I got nervous because I stuttered as well. It sounded like a Tom Waits record set on the wrong speed. So I spent hours holed up in my room, trying to sound clear and pretty like the girls on the radio and TV. I knew that I could get what they had if I worked hard enough. And now I'm on that path, though I still stutter when I'm nervous (or, worse, overarticulate to cover it up and come off as Alpha Bitch Reporter Lady). Thank goodness for Mariah Carrey... if I'd discovered Nirvana before junior high, I'd be doomed. Okay, yeah, I know this was meant to be more of an abstract thing, but I can't help but that it literally.
baby..James Earl Jones had a speech impediment...
and now he's the king of Voiceover... knock em Alive Alexis...* SuzieQ* "And so they linked their hands and danced. round in circles and in rows. And so the journey of the night descends when all the shades are gone." -Loreena McKennitt words like LOVE and LIGHT and movement that paints the air... with circles you re.member... SuzieQ*
Hmmmm Alexis...such a beautiful story of the struggle we all fight in a way - acceptance...
I'm still digesting the latest blog, well because im either daft, or its really important to understand each layer as it is revealed.... I dont think I understood the power of words until I used them to hurt someone...and there they were, hanging in the air...i was never able to take them back....always beyond my reach. You know, its C_R_A_Z_Y how syncronistic your blogs are with my head...it was just the other day I was discussing religion, and I mentioned that a man needn't say he's of *this* religion or *that*, but it should be evident just by his actions alone. "say something passionately to me, and i'll say "YES!" Ben, will you be my groupie? (said with as much passion as I could muster....) He he he.lol.
yes, i have
i try to be that voice of passion -not to please others, but to first inspire myself... and i thrive on that contradiction, which is... less negative, than... Syncopation - of feeling - letting go, letting in... but tonight i've found myself also wandering/wondering, like my dearie kristy, am i ready for this test - of returning to the past? i do not know. i'm scared of what is happening in ever drop of my life right now - but tonight... i sat down with my new guitar... i've had it for 5 days - i'd told myself i was just getting the feel of the place, but the shop itself spoke to me, and i connected in some magically un-wordable ;) way with the apprentice minding the shop... after two days of conversations all over life, i walked away with a used guitar and a good good feeling... so tonight, when i'm not feeling as good good... i've sat here for the last 2 hours and played myself into a much more peaceful state... i didn't magically play a song or bust a jam, but i DID have a feeling... and those sounds made ME breathe... it's like my heart just needed to be reminded of itself thanks for this post ben love and lillies to you all brieness
I have to say, its been a while.
I didn't hear your words, i felt them vibrating in the air. Passion is what you make, not what you think others want to hear. So often people are caught up in the 'you should' rather than the loving open feel it if you dare. i love antonyms... contradictions show that we can feel both sides and tell that there is something special. I'm rambling, and this makes sense at the time of being completely a mystery to me. I hope you feel this too Ami xoxo
hey
omg im sorri ben lee (if u actualli read ur commentz) i sorta stuffd up riitein a coment b4 n all it sed was hey & wel!! so lame coz i liike stuffed it all up. newiaz ur apoligiez!. so i thort i waz liek ur biggest fan but seein all deez peoplez rittin all diz stuff bout chu on ur blog kinda made me think! im onli 12 n all dese utha people are liike 100 and dey can go 2 all ur concerts n stuff but im stuk at home n i can onli watch u on da music channelz!! i got ur single 4 into da dark but den it broke!!!! so ive had a pretti hard run. i am not gorna sai ur amazin coz ur not, ur different because amazin iz wen pplz cum up wif a cure for a disease dat hasn't even been discovered yet. i am not sum wackd up person hu chekz ur blog everidai im juz one of the hundred kazillion pplz on diz earth hu hav been touched by ur music. all my matez noe dat u r so special 2 me. mah fwnd gave me sum reasonz y i shoud not die. numba 4 waz dat 'MAN DEY DONT PLAI BEN LEE IN CEMETERYS!' i plai da gitar liike u. i made a song it waz bout diz guy hu waz kinda close to me den he went and broke my heart. i rekon itz pretti funky but i dont want to b famous realli. im juz happi lisenin 2 ur music. do u feel that ur gitar is ur key to unutha land? datz how i feel wen i plai da gitar noone can stop me from freeing my feelingz and makinme feel great. my gitar iz my escape n i hope u feel dat wai too. ur music also helps me because itz so unique in special. my freindz sai ur not 'cute' i juz tell em dat u mai not luk liike brad pitt but u certainly beat their ugly mug. lol so in conclusion. im sorry ive been ramblin but i feel coz u hav a blog i can juz tel u watz on mah mind. n datz very special to me becaus u r my idol and 2 tel u my feelingz meanz alot to me tanku. u can visit my blog it haz nufin in it realli at all coz i onli made it so i can riite 2 u!! lol how werd. but riite a comment if pos because u r so special n i wud love to hear from u (make it as long as possible please coz da more u sai da betta i feel about myself!!! lolz) ill riite 2 ur blog more. i hope u noe how special u r u hav a gift. be thankful for that.
Just checkin' in...lots of "stuff" going on right now, feels like a struggle to be in the present, feeling pulled in too many directions, longing for stillness. "Holidays" (sigh), moving (sigh). This space reminds me everything is constant change. There is no other, only THUS. Breatbe...
Surrender... Breathe... You all heal me. Ben, your music is my resting place...and my dancing space, and my soul's embrace. Peace to everyone today and at this very moment we share together. LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF LOVE - and then MORE LOVE!!!!!! Susan PS - SQ - see you in your space!
All are invited to my little space - just set up...
http://www.myspace.com/lazysusan108 Hope to have my home computer up and running this week and have more freedom (and less job jeopardy) to connect with all of you (SMILE!) Susan
Playing on the internet at work again (naughty, naughty)...
...and just came across the news about Chris Whitley's passing. I've been a huge fan for so long. His music tore into my heart. So stark, so earthy, so honest. No words... Suddenly I feel overwhelming grief...even though I know that every thing passes and that all is letting go. Just wanted to not be alone right now. Too much change to get my arms around. Guess I just need to stop trying to hold on. Susan
kristy-*
you're only 99 damn woman ...you look Hot..what kind of Vitamins are you taking? where'd that come from?...old soul woman. Well today I walked down and mailed a bunch of stuff to the Library of Congress to be copyrighted...it feels good...like yeah man... words. songs. it feels silly to protect them because they've got a life of their own...but you gotta cover your booty now and then... Instead of continuing to wonder why I have found myself in the middle of the woods again...ha...I am going to try and use this time wisely... I read something by Laurie Anderson, filmmaker,musician,multi- mediatrix...in one of my journals from a Performance art class in my last year of undergrad...it struck me... because of this new space I've been in... "...when he told me it was okay to be an artist. I was out of art school and I was complaining all the time about paying my rent. How am I going to eat? How am I going to go on? He said, "You've got it all wrong. First you have to say, "What do I want to make as an artist? What do I want to do as an artist? The other things are unimportant-they'll happen anyway. Once you get your priorities straight, you'll be surprised what happens." -Laurie Anderson Looking through these journals and my strange choreographic notation...I see these songs starting to appear..lyrics...chord structures....scribbled in between the pages...and it's fascinating to me... Many of the dancers I happened to study had a link to the world of the spirit...a link to the body as a map...in this glorius journey called be.ing... " I am not a dancer..I have only listened to the music." Isadora Duncan... They didn't necessarily limit themselves to one form...they were co-creators with the sound of the rain, the breath, a chord, a word, a look..a true look in the eye architects of space. What I deeply appreciate from where I'm standing now, Ben, and Brie, and Bianca, and Kristy, and Amy, and Cinda,and Sage, and Stacey,Alexis,Susan, Celeste...everyone who has joined this space of words and heart... is the FEELING of humanness...of soaring and then feeling earth....Breaking New Ground sometimes feels like a butterfly in struggle from an old cocoon...I KNOW THE Struggle...I KNOW. I FEEL the tests you are facing...to be brave and stand in your own light... where you are O.K. where you are LOve where you are The Divine Flow where you say YES, THIS is my Reality I Am moving towards that place with all my stumbling...and bluesy days...keeping my eye on the Moon.. This is a place of Recharge. This is a place of regeneration. I draw strength in what you said Ben about moments of great hopelessness and moments of great Rise...I look at you and know a pure heart as yours must have felt from another planet at times...and the press who presses you at times...you're right...you know the truth of the moment and that's all that matters. You are a beautiful dance that could never be defined by a word, phrase, or one gesture alone. As is beautiful Brie sitting and feeling the notes vibrate at her chest... As is Bianca staring at the Moon in her waterfall backyard... Lovely Amy standing on a bridge in germany... my 99 year old chickband mate..my lovely ocean gypsy girl...oh you know I could go on...ha ha You Bloom. I Bloom. A wise man once said, who I feel have known for a very long time... "We are all in this together" and this is what is giving me the courage to sing xo SuzieQ*
Am I being a BLOG HOG???
Just wanted to come full circle to Ben's blog with this quote from Chris Whitley's daughter, Trixie: "Like the feather we blow away, in the thoughtlessness of words others say." Words, words, words... I get too attached to words (as writers are wont to do). Someone (wisely) once told me I should practice more silence. Not meaning that I should be w/o my voice because as Ben said, the truth is in the feeling, not the details. BTW, I really like the image of Ben being amused and waiting for rain... Peace, Susan
Hey Ben :)
This is just a little note to say thanxs! I was having a really really challenging day. Listening to your CD makes me feel soooo much better. I feel like you're talking to me :) It's a really awesome conversation. Please say hi to Lara, Gawain, Nick, Scott and Matt for me. I miss you guys...I didn't get to see you the last time you were in town. :( "Om Shakti" "big love" Deepa Rickhi PS. Gowri still has that bottle of water...she gets all giggly at the sight of it! :P
I know I don't express myself very freely, but I do mean everything I say and everything I don't say.
*I* know that, Kristy. :)
Von Goethe: So I may penetrate the power that holds the universe together, behold the source whence all proceeds and deal no more in words, words, words.
or sometimes no words at all just
chanting whailing laughing sighing silence humming ommmmmm woo hoo weeeeeaahhhhh ahhhhh close eye lids if i repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat repeat tat tat tat tat tat tvam tvam tvam repeat repeat repteat symbols melt into a giant blob asi asi asi asi asi asi a blob with one name---here here here here here here here like the beating beating beating beating breath breath of heart heart heart heart you really want to know? okay i'll tell you. its like stretching a stiff back and smiling pure tingly relaxed relief
Expectations.....giving myself permission to bloom...being present and awake every day. These are things that swirl in my head when all is quiet in my house (nothing stirring, not even a mouse...or a child...or a cat....you get my drift)....lol.
I was reading my meditation book again tonight, and came across a passage that literally jumped out at me...ive been searching for a while now...for meaning, clarity, kindred souls....some things seem to be so simple they cannot possibly be the solution, yet they are....its only when you just stand still and BE that you can see clearly... ***** Prince Wen Hui's cook Was cutting up an ox. Out went a hand, Down went a shoulder, He planted a foot, He pressed with a knee, The ox fell apart With a whisper, The bright red cleaver murmured Like a gentle wind. Rhythm! Timing! Like a sacred dance, Like "The Mulberry Grove," Like ancient harmonies! "Good work!" the prince exclaimed, "Your method is faultless!" 'Method?" said the cook Laying aside his cleaver, "What I follow is Tao Beyond all methods! "When I first began To cut up oxen I would see before me The whole ox All in one mass. After 3 years I no longer saw this mass. I saw the distinctions. "But now I see nothing With the eye. My whole being Apprehends. My senses are idle. The spirit Free to work without a plan Follows its own instinct Guided by natural line, By the secret opening, the hidden space, My cleaver finds its own way. I cut through no joint, chop no bone. 'There are spaces in the joints; The blade is thin and keen: When this thinness Finds that space There is all the room you need! It goes like a breeze! Hence I have this cleaver 19 years As if newly sharpened!" "True, there are sometimes Tough joints. I feel them coming, i slow down, I watch closely, Hold back, and barely move the blade, And whump! the part falls away Landing like a clod of earth. "Then I withdraw the blade, I stand still And let the joy of the work Sink in. I clean the blade And put it away." Prince Wen Hui said, "This is it! My cook has shown me How I ought to live My own life!" CHUANG TZU
I think a really good example of an artist who knows how to use words in a more than literal sense is Tori Amos.
I mean, "Tuna rubber a little blubber in my igloo"? What the hell does *that* mean, right? But really...it doesn't matter *what* it means, it doesn't matter if it means *any*thing. What's important is: does it taste good when you roll it around on your tongue? Does it dance on your brain? Does it convey something to you? It's only a brushstroke in a sonic painting about a classmate who disappeared. If you can feel the sadness, the art is successful. The Beatles were good at that, too (i.e. - "Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess". It's the cadence, the rhythm, not the words.) And, yeah, too often I fall into the trap of taking words out of context. 0:-) Working on that. Susan> You can be a Blog Hog all you want, hot mama. :) And I hope this doesn't sound pithy, but I was reading this the other day in "The Power of Myth" & thought you might find some comfort in it: Campbell: "'All life is sorrowful' is the first Buddhist saying, & so it is. It wouldn't be life if there were not temporality involved, which is sorrow - loss, loss, loss. You've got to say yes to life & see it as magnificient this way; for this is surely the way god intended it." Moyers: Do you really believe that? Campbell: It is joyful just as it is. I don't believe that there was anybody who intended it, but this is the way it is. James Joyce has a memorable line: 'History is a nightmare from which I'm trying to awake'. And the way to awake from it is to not be afraid, & to recognize that all of this, as it is, is a manifestation of the horrendous power that is all of creation. The ends of things are always painful. But pain is part of there being a world at all." Dame Isodora Von Goldschlagger- Tipplebottom (aka-Brie. That's her Wealthy Heiress name)> I'm so excited for you about your guitar; You'd think it was *my* guitar. haha :) I know you're second-guessing it now, but I still think...hmmmm...yeah, it was a good idea. But then again, maybe it wasn't *about* the guitar. ;) <3, Kristy (Ms. Hildagard Moneypenny Longfellow-Blythe) Hmmmm...I think Ben needs a new name, too. :D
I can FEEL the wondrous energy in my fingertips and toes from all of you, my teachers and messengers. Thank you, thank you from my bottomless heart!!
Kristy - thanks for reminding me that it's ok to have a voice and not feel like I'm a hog...and thanks for the Campbell quote.I remember thinking once, "How can I practice Buddhist principles in this crazy world? I'd be swimming upstream at every moment!" Then I read somewhere about a Zen student who was told by his teacher to return to the corporate business world if he wanted to truly master the practice. And I GOT IT! Brie - rock on, sista! I wish I could be there to strum a few chords with you! I feel these days as if I'm playing guitar for the very first time - full of discovery, joy and awe. My dream now is to get a piano - I've wanted to play all my life. You are my inspiration! To Ben, Chickband, and all who share this space - I fully and passionately breathe YESSSSSS!!!!
Hmmmmm a question.
Doesnt our human-ness predict that we are indeed a contradiction in terms? I will volunteer at an animal shelter,but I have PMS so now my hubby is going to cop a hormonal outburst..... The things is, I think youre talking about black and white versus all that grey matter in between....what colour glasses do you have on today? And im at the point where I dont see everything as a whole, a mass, but in distinctions....and im waiting to cross that line where the edges become blurred...and ive found the natural lines...but rely on impulse and feeling alone and then BAM! To surrender. For me its a concious decision I have to make everyday, to break out of the mould that weve been pushed into since our birth. Some days I fail miserably....but others, I surprise myself... And today? its not black or white or grey. I'm simply here.
Totally, totally, totally - SURRENDER. For me, not a conscious decision every day, but every MOMENT, with all of life's contradictions.
What it comes down to for me today is this - this spectral wonder: I just want to scoop up my little girl in my arms and embrace her childlike laughter, her life force, her beauty and her capacity to live in the moment. She is my teacher, my soulmate, my gift. Letting go of words and just feeling, BE-ing, grace...
Walking home through the woods to Suzie's house we go...
i got a text from my gypsy girl...i don't know if I get charged but just steer clear of the cell Australian beauty..but thank you..I too, have been feeling a little crappy the last few days...did we catch each others disease from continents away>?ha I'm with you my dancing ocean girl Surrender. oh yes. I find myself with people going Suze where did you go? All my fellow songwriters and artsy wonderful soul childs in new york are calling out...and it makes me want to cry because I'm like ? what a weird turn of events in the last 4 months or so. tests upon more tests. every so often I want to kung foo the air. I know the place of bloom is there. yet I'm taking this weird time out..and praying for miracles...and trying to use my time wisely... Kristy I love you....you crack me up man....ha ha ha....Tori Amos is a genius at wordless beauty...i thought about covering a few of her tunes at one point ha ha...and then I was like she's one of a kind...just trying to play her melodies is an interesting exercise...a fellow pirate from Jupiter she is....I Love the intellect of your mind...the way you peruse things..am I making you BLUSh...awesome.. I just spent nearly 3 hours at the library with myspace and all that jazz email....I LOVE hearing from all of you...and not just from Nyguestlists telling me I can audition to be a pole dancer at a new club called "hula mama " Although ha ha if anyone wants to go to some unknown town in the midwest and rock the party with some fine dancing and make a few thousand let me know ha ha..brie? kristy? yeah yeah I know Bianca is in...ha ( sorry- can you tell money is a little tight? ha ) Surrendering into doing what you love.....man it really is divine trust. divine faith. but I guess that's why it's called a bliss SOLDIER and thank you Ben for that lovely little message at myspace...Lady B and I happened to hear it together...every time I think I have imagined you...you become REAL again... and in my cells and bones I FEEL something is HAPPENINg here... I think of it like I am standing in a field and holding a candle...and Susan is looking at a star, and Kristy is touching the keys with a light flickering from a lamp close by, and Brie is looking at a daisy in the sunshine, and lady B is watching Bella move with grace and sing...and sage is writing letters with hope and there's this familiar light of awakening happening Simultaneously and YES. The soldiers of Bliss are assembling... Blog hog...Susan,...oh please....look at this princess... From the time I first looked back at Cowboy Lee...I have felt this enormous permission to just BE and it's like I was Born for this...it's like my whole life made sense in that instant go with it...flow with it... and that reminds me of this clip i saw of Kanye West the other day...I think it was a live video...he was saying he had written this spoken word and it felt like it needed something else...and then Adam Levine ( from maroon 5 )happened to have a song already written that was perfect for it... ( he does the melody on the track ) I thought it was cool for such an intense fella to say..."this is when you know that the divine is writing the tracks...that the divine is bringing people together and writing the album..." we don't rise up alone. we rise up together. And I'm thanking the Christmas lights in the distance from where I'm sitting for letting me find all of you. Tori AMos is coming by for tea later on if anyone would like to join us we're gonna talk about Boys from Pele, and butterfly wings... " I do sound like the little mermaid on acid" - Tori Amos love that songstress. xoxox SuzieQ*
"Ask and you shall receive, seek and you shall find, knock and the door will be opened to you"
Ben! Your passion for living an awesome life of purpose is positively splendiferous! I met you for the first time last night after your Ferntree Gully (29/11/05) show ("she drank beer like Sandra Sully"), and let it be known to the world - this little man's heart beats throughout an entire room! I love your insuppressible energy - i'm forever being told to sit still or talk more slowly or quietly.... well rubbish to that!! It was great to meet you and chat however briefly, Beaming Ben (a nice relief from Seemingly Solemn Steven - who seemed to think I was a spy when I asked him the best way to get in contact with you... honestly Steven, I have no poker face... I would be the worst spy in the world, you can read me like a book!.... although I do still manage to win poker.... ahh I digress) Back to my point! Ben! I can see how much you want to get from life! I can see how much you already give to life, and how much more you want to give! You're capable of ANYTHING! That quote above is a promise - if you ask of God, you WILL receive! If you continue to seek Him, and all the awesome things He has in store for you, you WILL find them! (In my case, the things i was seeking hit me like a tonne of bricks on the head!) Keep knocking on the door of life, and it WILL be opened to you! Keep the faith brother - we live in an awesome world, we have an AWESOME God, and I'm so greatful that He uses people just like you to change the world! "I am but one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something. I will not refuse to do the something I can do!" - Helen Keller "If you think you're too small to have an impact, try going to bed with a mosquito in the room!" - Anita Roddick, creator of The Body Shop
and let it be known to the world - this little man's heart beats throughout an entire room!
aw, i love that. :D
hey guys just had to share my excitement that i've got my first formal tonight! my yr10 one, so its not that big but i've got my hair done and have a gorgeous full length dress and just cant wait. Plus i requested BEN LEE CATCH MY DISEASE to be played :) so that'll be the highlight of my night when we're all clapping and stomping in our heels! I can't wait, its only 1pm and i've got hours to go! so painful! anyway hope you are all well and i'll be thinking of you when im dancing away! with love, cinda xoxox
yes. mosquitos are esp. hot to go to bed with....ha
hello new friend.....of course you're a sagittarius...thank you for sharing the lovely light that is... continue to write music and dance and wave petals in the air to the sky... SuzieQ*
p.s. Alexis you'll hear from me soon....rock diva
and Cinda....FEEl the goddess that you are on that spangling dance floor tonight. Bust a move woman and feel the grace in your limbs. Oh the boys will swoon, swoon, swoon...* SuzieQ*
"...into and back
to the seed of all things Whatever skin I show you there are layers of others underneath I want to make the world my home and move with you and know we speak the same language No dancing singing spirit is a stranger to me." Grotowski was a pioneer in the world of the theatre. His work came to me through emulations and directing work...and it became present again tonight... he would aim to... " bring back a utopia of those elementary experiences provoked by collective ritual, in which the community dreamed ecstatically of its own essence, of its place in a total, undifferentiated reality, where beauty did not differ from truth, emotion from intellect, spirit from body, joy from pain; where the individual seemed to feel a connection with the Whole of Being." - Flaszen, Schechner, Wolford " The theatre when it was still part of a religion, was already theatre, it liberated the spiritual energy of the congregation or the tribe" Grotowski sought to reclaim and revitalize this affective capacity of performance, yet with full awareness that identification with conventional religious forms could no longer serve to invoke profound change on individual or communal levels in a world that lacked a "common sky" of belief." - Wolford Grotowski's students would seek to direct their attention "..toward the primacy of the song, allowing the song to react on (them). The performer attempted to place herself "in service to the song"- Wolford again Grotowski searched for vibratory patterns in the song. He believed each song contained its own way of moving. he talked about remembering...and being a student of this work was like a familiar lullaby...as i stood on the bridge between movement and song, word and movement...and the divine speaking in the spaces in between... "To re-evoke a very ancient form of art where ritualistic and artistic creation were seamless. Where poetry was song, song was incantation, movement was dance....One might say it is only a metaphor-that we are trying to go back before the Tower of Babel and discover what was before. First discover the differences, and then to discover what was before the difference." " Now " I said in one of my papers for a directing class in 2001..that turned up tonight.. " I want you to hear the melody start to resonate in your body, where does it resonate the most. And the actor pointed to his upper chest. I asked him to let the melody start moving him. The movement emanated from mostly his upper chest center. He started moving, letting his arms fly around as they pleased, at his sides. He looked like a little boy. This was one movement that struck a chord in me. His right arm and hand was taking on the melody and moving through space. You could see that melody as i sang it...or only when he moved alone... it just FEELS. I think my angels have had tea with your angels many times Ben. in fact they are having tea right now with everyone on this blog. " Studying Grotowski was like walking on familiar ground." as are all of you in this patch of technogical/soul grass " Grotowski saw the body as a map. he saw the body as a landsape; an unlimited compass; a place of memory. He saw emotion imbedded in the hands and the feet and the breath. the memory of the cells and the muscles and the untainted voice could unwind if you let it. It could emerge and carve the space with a universal energy. he sought to tap the audience member on the shoulder and find this place of energy in himself. Gesture held notes and rhythms. The Body was a map. It contained music." - the Q meister 2001 Speaking and dancing. YES! I am no longer a lonely cowgirl holding these divine secrets at my chest. It really is time to share...isn't it... " create what without you, might have never been seen." Right on time at the Tic Toc diner..ha ha that's got to be the best kind of cosmic joke... nice work. Uni.verse. truly. I love you all fellow adventurers... Love You Madly.. SuzieQ*
Alo sweet loves!
Tis I, Dame Isodora Von Goldschlagger- Tipplebottom! alas, your loves have trickled through the wee cable lines and i'm finding the way to *do* everything i *need* to do now - much oblidged :) i'm half-amazed at my own spirit right now... i'm tempted to ask how, but then... i'm not ;) i love to say *tis* yes yes, i love my guitar... he feeds me (grapes) ... i hug him (squeeze him) tight... we're just in those beginning stages of love, when everythings new and full of hope and we don't fight over misplaced toothpaste caps - ah... i never met a metaphor i didn't ADORE AND, a friend and i are seeing Missy Higgins tomorrow night in Cleveland! Suzie... i'm already in the midwest, name the time :) Boopshoop... love the way you put it - our human-ness predicts contradictions --- decisions, complexities, idiosyncisies... Free will Sage... "smiling pure tingly relaxed relief" - i'm sinking into this right now... ah... Susan... scoop yar lil gal up and swing her around!!! now! Cinda... hope you had fun and that you're still still smiling! dreamdays... so, we can all live with YOU in CO? haha ok... sleep, sleep to wake... love and possibile plausibilities, briecita
Ben:
How do you know what intent the words are said with? You don't always know the intentions of ones word, you may think its said with love where infact its said with sarcasm and hatred, or maybe it's said with sarcasm and deep down it's being said with love... how are we as humans supposed tell the difference? If its the feeling that matters, how do we know which feeling to feel or if either of them are even real? You said "say something passionately to me, and i'll say "YES!"" In brisbane at your concert my friend jacky asked you for a flower and you said yes and threw it to her... you looked a bit pissed off that she had interupted your train of thought but you still said yes! This amazes me that you can be so passionate towards others, people you don't even know... you have no idea what that small gesture did for her, it really made her night and she is in a really hard place at the moment and i want to thank you for that! I needed to call you for support, i'm not in the place i want to be, and i was just sitting there trying to work out what i was going to do and i remembered your post as if you were talking to me... telling me to hold on, and as i sat there trying to hold on i found everything falling away from me, there was nothing, then a voice came to me saying let go, and i found myself clutching at what i thought was the only thing i had left refusing to let go! I remembered 4 simple words that i had read and whilst trying to hear them from you i still did the opposite of what you were telling me to do, how does this work? Ben... if i said something passionately to you, would you really say yes?
ben...
...how do i put this into words? i just got home from your mornington show and i cant, and wont for a fair while, stop smiling. i have read your wonderful blogs & everyone's comments for a few months now, and tonights show forced me to finally post a comment of my own...if only to try and express to you a sincere thankyou for your beautiful music (and for just being you), and how much happiness it seems to bring to the world. love laura
Ben ~
I know this was a long time ago, but I hope you didnt feel bad about the comment I made about the Susan G. Komen Foundation. As everyone knows, your heart is ALWAYS in the right place; I didnt mean to take the wind out of your sails with my comment. Im sorry if I seemed critical. :\ (p.s. maybe you didnt even read the comment im talking about or it didnt bother you at all.. but i wanted to apologize anyway. :)
Sweet Kellie...I'm sure Ben knows YOUR heart is in the right place, too. It's ok. Everything will be ok. :)
It's so lovely of you to apologize but I'm sure he didn't take it personally. *mwah* Amy> I think it's more of a feeling than a knowing. Be open, trust your intuition & someone's intentions will always shine through to you. In my email today: 'If you're really listening, if you're awake to the poignant beauty of the world, your heart breaks regularly. In fact, your heart is made to break; its purpose is to burst open again and again so that it can hold ever-more wonders." —Andrew Harvey, "The Return of the Mother" Mr. Brezsny always seems to be in my head, too. ****** Hmmm...Dame Tipplebottom...your guitar sounds hott. If he and my keyboard got together they'd make cute little baby Ke-tars. hahaha :) Eh. No fear...I'll keep my saucy keyboard away from him. ;) Ben's new 19th Century Novel name...is Colonel Reginald Wafflehouse Smithington III, Esq. Tea and cakes at the Estate at 4, yes? Bring your polo gear, should be a FABULOUS time. Oh jeez...I need a creative outlet NOW. hahaha Help! Bubbles to you all, Kristy
kristy ~ i love that quote!
as far as ben's name: you know what needs to be added to it... dont be afraid... poofy is good. :D *hugs for a good wednesday*
Amy - I think you should say something passionately to the people around you and find out who says yes. I hope you can find your way to a place you want to be in, Like Kristy said, trust your instincts.
Happy days everyone. The other Amy.
*snort*
hajhadhjadhndfa Kellie. Just...Kellie. hahahaha I am literally biting my tongue right now so I'm not laughing when people walk by. (ouch) Yes, poofy is good. And when I kid, I kid with love. :D Just hope that comes through over the internetS. Has anyone else noticed that "heart" imagery keeps coming up over & over here? Interesting... Speaking of which, Gypsychic, I didn't see your post until today, but I, too, have been feeling more & more like I have to speak from the heart. The problem is, I've been silent so long that I don't know the proper way to go about it...& things often come out harsher than I intended. :/ I see people hurting other people or hurting themselves & don't stop to think before I say anything. D'oh! love you guys, Kristy
Ive always had the opposite effect - too much to say...foot half way down my throat....I'm finally starting to listen more and say nothing....Ive found I dont need to prove my point or place in the world anymore with my words.
I was once called "abbrasive" by a friend of mine...a close friend...that really stuck with me for a long time, and lead me into second guessing myself all the time (which im sure was more annoying than my abbrasiveness)... It's a tricky balance sometimes...getting your point across GRACEFULLY. I love the ways Aussies say "heart"...it comes out more like "haaaaaaart"....and "desiiiya" for "desire". It's going to be wonderfully weird stepping off the plane in Sydney in 13 days and hearing my beautiful homeland lingo. Ahhhhhhhh! Tim Tams for all!!!
Bianca> I'm so excited for you! :)
Please take lots of photos to show off when you get back. With me it's not really about proving my point...it's more like...it's so upsetting when other people are upset & I feel compelled to say something. And it doesn't always come out right. p.s.- Tim Tams!!
Miss K>
I'll be blogging fairly regularly and updating photos on myspace.... When I was younger I used words to prove my point all the time....even when I was out I would love to verbally joust with someone....I do understand what youre saying though...its hard to be articulate when emotions (even other emotions) are involved... It just means youve got a BIG HEART. Speaking of hearts, I just got one in the mail! Awwww Miss Q....me love you long time. Always my moonchild sista! xxx
Aussies in Washington DC want to see you here Ben! When are you coming to perform for us? www.talkingbudgie.blogspot.com
oops, i erased my post.. even when i said i wasnt gonna take it back. :P
but i agree...poofiness is precious. :P
lol. i erased my post and then you posted about it and then i posted about erasing my post and then you erased your post so does that mean that now i have to erase my post?
(p.s. i am not trying to take credit for the poofy comment, just so y'all know. :)
bwahahaha
I love you, Kellie. I do. Brave soul. "Dude. His hair is OUT of control!" - Brie joking to me in Columbus. :-* It must be an unwritten law that I have at least one poofy-haired boy in my life at any given time. Rock on. Signed, A Former 'Fro-Possessor. (yes, it's true)
Okay, so Ben's name is now:
Colonel Reginald Wafflehouse Poofyhair Smithington III, Esq It must be an unwritten law that I have at least one poofy-haired boy in my life at any given time. hehehe i love it. poofy is such a cute word. :D for some reason, it reminds me of the picture on my yahoo! profile: http://profiles.yahoo.com/wuzzle5 have you seen wallace and gromit: the curse of the were-rabbit? there are these two people in it who are supposed to be very stereotypically 19th century english, like you were talking about. its so funny to see them in claymation. they play the part so perfectly. their names are: Victor Quartermaine and Lady Campanula Tottington. :P
kristy and kellie yes yes!
and yes, i DID turn to sweet Kristy and beam about such fantastic hair... i wish MY hair would do that! off to see magic missy :) brielitta evacita manita
ha okay ...that was my attempt to see if this baby was saving stuff...for a bit it kept erasing my posts...
Kristy dooseldorf jiminy crickitress the 5th-send me your address again fair lady. I think you have nothing to worry about. You might have some Sagittarius in that Virgo house. I am a super Sag. meaning I tend to be rather blunt. Sometimes I think I might have said too much. Sometimes I feel like people might not be ready for what i have to say. and then i say it anyway.ha If I was with each of you now we might look each other in the eye and as Lady B and I did in the subway start balling... or we might just laugh, or dance, or speak in a new made up language...that felt like the connected truth... but for now what we've got is words. This blog is a testament to that. I totally hear you on feeling like sometimes you might need to hold back... For a long time I felt like a lonely cowgirl because I felt like I was from another planet where my heart just spit the truth... I'm sure I've scared off a few boys with my Intensity. But after the things I've been through my heart is always saying NOW. NOW. NOW. The beautiful thing about words is that we may feel, we may think, but words spoken into the naked air...seem to make it all REAL. I found myself meeting a kindred spirit months back. and after a few minutes of speaking to him I said " I just feel like I am supposed to spend time with you " ( while inside I went back to adolescence and said ? what did I just say?)ha I understand the urgency now.....because since then he's been on tour for four months...and I haven't seen him and again all we have are words. Most everyone I've ever fallen in love with has been so beautifully driven that I find myself apart from them a lot. Words are especially interesting when you are not with the person. What do you "read" into the words...What do you hear across a telephone line...but I do FEEL that you can FEEL It , that unconditioned IT if there is a pure heart behind the words. A voice connected to the HEART. The truth in words. This is what has ended most of my relationships. Not neccessarily that someone cheated on me. It was that they couldn't tell me the whole truth. They weren't ready to reveal themselves to the moonlight. and so I sighed...and put on my cowgirl hat and walked away from kisses that were sweet but that weren't BLOOMINg kisses. I finally realized I couldn't be a partner with someone unless they could live what they were speaking. Unless they could dance to the words. The truth is the most beautiful thing you can give someone. And I feel like I got married to the truth a long time ago. Sometimes i forget it and rant and raid about nothing at all. Sometimes I get grumpy...like this morning when i was wailing my eyes out...but it always comes back again. Maybe that's why I've spent the majority of my life as a cowgirl. Maybe I've set my standards too high. but when I meet someone who has a heart I can feel in their words... who has a soul that is on the tip of their tongue... I say to the naked air " I think i am supposed to spend time with you" because I know I can BLOOm in the company of that person. I know they are starting to learn to give limitlessly just like I am and that they can recieve at least some of what I'm offering. A beautiful thing it to see someone RECIEVING words...without shifting or shaping..or prying them apart....RECIEVING words like GOSPEL of the moment...and if they contain LOVE ..feeling that LOVE envelope their cells and muscles. on a far more serious subject..... I have never dated a boy who doesn't have messy boofy hair. okay maybe one. He was a model. and he was prettier than me. So that was a problem. I also felt like a was kissing a fish the first time he kissed me ha ha So that pretty much says it all. Boofy messy haired boys are where it's at it is a SIGN. a SIGN. I tell you of eternal hotness. stay tuned for the song "word. " by chickband. "word. word. word. word. i love you. word. word. word. " x o SuzieQ*
okay sweet Kristy...
gotcha. i just got your myspace message. I'll just save what I had to mail until we get the chance to meet. xo moonbeams SuzieQ*
All I can say is wow. Words, whatever they mean, you really have a way with them. You have the passion Ben! You can say something and put so much love and meaning into it, it's amazing. You have such a big talent. You are truly amazing. :-)
Love Jaki xxxxx
Ben,
do you even read these comments? I hope you do beause last night you recruited another fan. regretfully i've only just recently gotten into your stuff. Yesterday I spent my last 20 bucks on "Awake Is The New Sleep" and i cried when i heard "Whatever It Is" So many people in this world criticsize entertainers and for a while i was listening to what them damn critics have to say about my music. alot of people told me i couldn't sing but your album taught me more than that.
To come home to this beautiful space...
Feeling fragmented, stifled, clouded - STUCK today. Can't seem to enter the space of "chopping wood" - even though I AM ALWAYS in that space, aren't I? Am I just being too harsh and judgmental with myself? I want to breathe poetry and feel the river flowing through me, to suspend all judgment and perception and JUST BE. Fighting the moments today. Surrender is an effort. Maybe that's the problem: Surrender is NO effort. Struggling when the point is to let go of the struggle. Maybe this is all completely as it should be because I'm a human being. So uncomfortable in my skin today. Can't sit still. Lots of physical pain intruding on my spiritual plane... Can't listen to music at work - first job I've ever had that didn't allow me to listen to music. Listening to music at work helps me to focus, brings me balance. My wheels are out-of-kilter and I don't know how to just BE in that state and function today. Perhaps I've been spoiled these last 6 months I've been back in NY because I've been mostly physically separated from my husband and child and have had more time to focus on my spiritual well-being. Now we are all together again - which is a true blessing - but I cannot find my harmony. Where is my miracle ear? I cannot hear music, sound, voice -your voices, my healing tones. Where is my daughter's laughter today, singing in my ear?
Susan> Wow. What timing! Was about to post something along those lines. Well...kinda. I think it's related, anyway.:
I've reached a point in this book where Jack Kornfield (haha that name kills me!) is talking about how the first things we need to let go of is the "patterns of tension in the body"...and what a relief it is to know that other people experience this when they meditate! I thought there was something wrong with me when I started getting this aching & pain in my back during! He also mentions that people often become restless during practice. There have been times where I can only sit there for 5 min. before I'm like, "Ok, this is boring. I need to DO something. I'm not very good at this." instead of just...being. Relaxing. Surrendering. I think a lot of us are too critical of ourselves, Susan. We blame ourselves for being "merely" human. I hope you feel better soon. :-*
Kristy-bell...
Thank you for ringing the harmony loud and clear. Somehow feeling not so alone is so very healing in itself. "We're all in this together," is surely becoming for me something bigger - and more beautiful - than I could have ever imagined. Transcending physical limitations can be so liberating. I must remember that. Or forget it. Get busy embracing those contradictions!!! Yeah, I feel it now. Thanks for the warm, luscious blanket of connectedness. BIG HUGS, Susan
we are dancers all
move to the magic of the music we are dancers all rise to the warmth of the morning we are singers all singers of tales and myths and dreams we are singers all looking for a song of our own - Neal Shulman (Aztec Two-Step) sing me the songs that won the battle sing me the first and the last man's glory sing me the songs that taste of freedom thread me through with your sacred needle -Johnny Clegg
FYI
I did a quick poll on past boyfriends.. And 90% of them had boofy hair. COINCIDENCE?? I think not people. xx
THAT'S MY ANSWER!
More boofy-haired boys (preferably with guitars...) My last one was 25 years ago! How did I not end up with a musician anyway? Contradictions, contradictions... I think there should be a site dedicated to boofy-haired boy drawings (I'm in a rare visual mood today). My daughter and I will create some tonight when we're playing under the covers with the flashlight and her crayons and listening to Ben...
THAT'S MY ANSWER!
More boofy-haired boys (preferably with guitars). My last one was 25 years ago! How did I NOT end up with a musician anyway? Contradictions, contradictions... I think someone should set up a site dedicated to boofy-haired boy drawings (I'm in a rare visual mood today). My daughter and I will get started on our drawings tonight when we're under her covers with the flashlight and crayons, listening to Ben...
you havenen't heard of 1-800-special boyfriends// Kellie
where have you been? my first. middle. and last name has been COWGIRL. for this reason. well Mercury is coming out of retrograde...or at least that's what I was told this morning....I have been feeling like &*^% too my fellow ladies...and super challenged...physically dealing with a bug....sometimes when these shifts occur I find myself in the same wacky non- flowin space. Occording to the book of Q-dom, Boofy hair is a sign of the I am SO PASSIONATE about my life who gives a *&(5 %$$$ about my hair...that's what's so hot about it. I think I need to read this Jack Kornfield book it sounds cool. my newest thing is playing matchmaker of new friends between cool chics in Australia...ha I'm talkin about you Gypsychic...then I'm gonna ship all your bodies home to nyc and we;re gonna kick some a to the double ss. turning to power of the word into action. that's what i'm talkin bout. oh this just came up....also words are very interesting creatures...according to a book I read long ago...and an ancient Chaldean alphabet each letter has a specific vibration. This is different from other forms of numerology.....So for instance the numerological vibration of my name is a 23, and also a 5. 5 is the number of writing and communication which sounds NOTHING like me. I used to figure out peoples numbers to their names..and it was intriguing how right on some of the definitions were. A lot of the people I connect with in the limelight are also a 5. Guess who else I do believe came out to a 14 and then a 5, guess....ha ha ..you know. Also within each WORD are other words which get to the root of the meaning if you break it down according to these theories. like Avalon val (e) o lov (e) on lon sometimes the spelling is weird but you get the picture... The book is really progressive...it's called Linda goodman's Star signs... There's some stuff in there that might knock your socks right off...it's so out there... but I can't tell you how right on the numerology stuff is. I'm gettin a little delirious..gonna go watch some of my home sisters on FILM. hang in there Miss Susan...the want in your heart is only the beginning. * xo SuzieQ
My childhood sweetheart (who I dated for 5 years)...had a beautiful head of poofy curly black hair....pouty lips, big brown eyes and rosy cheeks...he was so purdy.
I think were onto something here my lovelies.
you havenen't heard of 1-800-special boyfriends// Kellie
hmmmm i like that. perhaps there is a specific number i can call so i can talk to my one special boyfriend. :) i dont want to look through a lot of special boyfriends.. i just want the right one to come through my window like peter pan (assuming a background check was done on him :P). ill even sew his shadow back on. :)
dedicated to my homegirl Dreamdays:
I'll sew your shadow back on baby I'll buy you some pretty striped shirts from Old Navy I'll be your Wendy Lady Baby ugh ugh or if you think tinkerbell is hott I'll put on some wings I bought and buy a light bulb for my head and sprinkle moondust on your head Tinkerbell lady Baby ugh ugh ugh Peter Pan 1 to the 2 to the 3 double fizzo He flies because he can double bizzo GREEN is the new black.
can the magicians behind 1-800-specialboyfriends work their fairy dust all of chickband?
signed, a concerned citizen p.s. - applicants must have a desire to play, or at the very least, an enthusiasm for delight in the sounds of the cowbell... :) crackin me up today!
Colonel Reginald Wafflehouse Poofyhair Smithington III, Esq
is just about the best name I've ever heard. These are from one of my favorite books, Island by Aldous Huxley: Aldous Huxley: A Now that changed incessantly in a dimension, not of seconds and minutes, but of beauty, of significance, of intensity, of deepening mystery…but it—this timeless and yet ever-changing event—was something that words could only caricature and diminish, never convey. It was not only bliss, it was also understanding. Understanding of everything, but without knowledge of anything. Knowledge involved a knower and all the infinite diversity of known and knowable things. But here, behind his closed lids, there was neither spectacle nor spectator. There was only this experienced fact of being blissfully one with Oneness. Aldous Huxley: Liberate yourself form everything you know and look with complete innocence at this infinitely improbable thing before you. Look at it as though you’d never seen anything of the kind before, as though it had no name and belonged to no recognizable class. Look at it alertly put passively, receptively, without labeling or judging or comparing. And as you look at it, inhale its mystery, breathe in the spirit of sense, the smell of the wisdom of the other shore.
i have a confession to make.
i am one of those rare 5% of people who doesn't really LISTEN to lyrics. i wouldn't know what most songs are about. i get words wrong all the time and am always completely astounded when i read what the actual lyrics are. music to me is about the FEEL, the vibe, the expression. i get distracted by lyrics & feel very alien when people rave about the way a song is written. this is probably why my singing teachers have always told me i'm just saying the words - not expressing the emotion of the song. that's why it's so nice to read your beautiful lyrics SuzieQ and to really hear them and realise there's so many layers yet to discover.
Gypsychick>
I had a buddy that used to sing 'Australians all eat ostrich eggs, for we are young and free" for the national anthem. She also thought that the onion on Maccas hamburgers was rice....lol! "Don't you just hate it when they put rice on your hamburger???" as she flicked off the onions.... I'll be seeing her soon, and I'll have to remind her of such sillyness. Yo yo, whaddup with this bloggiztch, yo? D E L A Y.
Sage YES!
Brie- I'll send you some Potion number 9...* Boop di SHoop you'll hear from me soon...glorius naive oblivian ...sounds like me... Gypsychic the Vibes are where it's at..it's all good. I felt like I could a hear a bit of an udu (water) drum this morning...as I was waking up.. oh wait I did call 1-800-special boyfriends last night...maybe there's a musician boy at my door serenading me with Flowers and water drums ha ha ...nope just a duck pond and lots a trees CONFESSIONAL...I've never called anyone my "boyfriend" and no one has ever called me their "girlfriend" the words kind've weird me out...I've met very free spirits most of my life...which means I've relied heavily on my intuition..ha ha isn't it so much better being called "Princess of the Universe" sculpting the space with your wand of words, and steps, and Love.... So my fellow Princesses. Rock the party. xo SuzieQ *
bringing it on...
despite publication hoopla...* Thank you for connecting me to all I've been connecting to...this past year.. I thank the moon, stars, and wide sky...for your presence crossing with mine..in orbit.. I continue to learn from you and the musicians surrounding you...that YES. The simple. and truthful. and good HEARTS do survive. May you feel HOME down to your muscles and bones, with Amma in India. May you stand before a radiant ceremony of candles and feel grace in the soft light. May you feel unconditioned love coming at your heart. and may you continue to dance with it. May you feel CLARITY..and recharge from all you've given out. May you feel the birth of all that is still left to give. May you listen and recieve. May you dance with ecstacy. May you feel breath in your belly. the cultivated, fused, all knowing and as you stare at a pink sundown... feel the LIGHT I'm sending you NOW. It's more than the music. it's more than the words. It's you. like a great memory. like an old friend I've been waiting to see again and I'm thankful. Miss Beautiful lara...you have made me feel like family since the moment we met...and the moment I first became a Blog Queen. you are a humble and awe striking rock goddess...synchronistic in your delivery...I hope a prince who truly deserves you will arrive soon. Moonchildren sisters. You're giving me courage to Rise. and to start to take some of the soul I've been hiding away out of my pockets out into the LIGHT. I am forever changed in a glorius way. and I just wanted to say Thank you this early morning. * divine LOVE Divine LOVE DIvine LOVE DIVine LOve DIVINe Love SuzieQ*
Just one more promise.
Yup. Neil Finn. Amazing man of The Now. Amazing. I didn't realize he was from 'Crowded House ' those tunes haunted me when I was in high school. Constantly reminded this music thing is a journey not a destination. and that makes it so much more beauitful and free and.. YES. just YES. Ce SOir. Q
You're a wise man Ben. You don't remember me, but perhaps Lara does...we were attending aficionados of your symphony hall concert in San Diego, CA in August. The one with rufus wainright and ben folds. Me and my buds became good friends with lara. I can't be sure if she recalls, but we had her sign our t-shirts. She drew ice cream cones, mushrooms, and many other things on them. Maybe ask good ol lara about it, and reply to me if she remembers? Thanks benny. good man.
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