Kiss the Earth
By Thich Nhat Hanh
Walk and touch peace every moment.
Walk and touch happiness every moment.
Each step brings a fresh breeze.
Each step makes a flower bloom.
Kiss the Earth with your feet.
Bring the Earth your love and happiness.
The Earth will be safe
when we feel safe in ourselves.
I watched this and the non-HD version a number of times, and finally decided that I could tell this one as better, even though it meant subjecting you twice to a teensy request for comment and rating. Not my request mind. Hopefully those two small rectangles at start and finish will not be intrusive. This movie could be terrific or terrible, as one youtube reviewer remarked. The bigger they are the harder they fall, supposedly. Although with all those amazing people in it, and the master's great story, it would be hard pressed for it to be less than something approaching stellar. I have, however, been wrong many a time before. :)Love the casting! I could - should I have the energy - spend a post about each of the actors in each of their roles. It's way too late for contemplation of that sort tonight at least. Enjoy the trailer, and hopefully later, the film itself in a venue of your choosing. Is it just me, or has the old time excitement for a special movie coming out nearly every weekend given way to once to thrice a year? This is one I look forward to in the theater, and I guess that makes 3 for me this year outside in the collective halls of visual delight.
Not much comes to mind to write. I think that's okay sometimes. Enjoyed the video. Hope you do too. The quality is good. The beat's solid, and all players seem happily in the groove. A bit of classic candy to catapult the day.
Seems more is not known, often, than is known... about most things. What is 'known' is easily open to interpretation, even by the self that said it before. We stand on shifting sands where tears are immediately absorbed by arid land.
Where does it go when extinguished?
Where does it come from when glowing once more?
Thinking about favorite movies of days gone by this night, "The Lion in Winter" succeeds on all counts of film-going qualities in my book, but especially the portrayal of royal erm... disagreement. I thought I couldn't imagine sibling rivalry and parental favoritism on such a scale until I saw this screenplay and magnificent cast. Royalty found in all layers of the onion...
PJ Harvey makes me search for just the right words. She possesses a quality that I can't easily access on demand.
There's range. There's a mix of honesty and theatricality, though those two need not be mutually exclusive. There's beauty which spans the conventional and non. She tweaks it as need be or life carves. Even though I am practiced at watching the following videos, they still surprise me. I'm not really sure whether they'll proceed as they have done in the past or change midstream like real life.This song from "The Last of the Mohicans" is part of my soundtrack of music to write by. Important that it not have lyrics for concentration sake. Inspiring for that special turning point, beginning, or ending. The actual scene is poignant beyond words; I try not to picture it or I'll be drawn away by fey beings. If you are a writer or a creative soul at heart, it is handy to have background music at times, especially when you're in need of an especially tailored mood to help you along. Have you not seen this movie? Depends what you like, of course, but I recommend it. I absolutely did not want this scene from the movie for this video. Even I wouldn't spoil that piece of cinematic magic. Better to close your eyes if not writing, painting, or dancing and let your mind's own pictures go where they will. ~*~ I remember in college - the second round - when this book was part of an Independent Study I signed up for in American Literature. My heart sank when I began to read its language, the first few pages of the hearty tome. It soon transfixed, however, surprising me with its definitive slice of time - here once and then gone forever. When I eventually closed the book after reading the last page, I had tears on my face. I was grateful that James Fenimore Cooper took the time and effort, the keen observation and careful transcription of a period now past. I always picture an early scene, that of now-extinct birds blackening the sky with their unlimited numbers. So many details so beautifully and poignantly set down for the future. Hard choices and eternal patterns despite the disappearing setting. There are those who are writing, photographing, drawing, and more... right now, capturing this time as it passes forever into the misty background of time. Minstrels to carry the word forward across the globe.
I am a selfish being. I care about others as they have an impact on my quality of life. I tell myself that I do it for their sake, and while it does serve that purpose at the same time, does that absolve me of my intent?
My concern is for her well-being, naturally, and it comes from my own desire as it will never be less than an utterly heartbreaking thing to lose her. She lies down in front of me, perhaps for the last time. I will visit again and always.
I am affected. That’s all I really know how to say. I feel something lurking that knows it shouldn’t be ‘about me,’ and it isn’t, not really. It’s about us as sisters...a bonded pair. What we do affects one another. This can help me to better understand my impact as well.
I feel so close to her, and yet I know there will be a big change coming... in one part of myself. As she lies here winnowing down, I am witness.
I feel for you, Sa, and I don’t want you to leave this life without peace.
Is everything always all about us? It has to be, doesn’t it? As the lens through which we interact with reality and consciousness, it seems like it would have to be true.
I will see you off on your journey. I will stand here forever if that is what you need. I can tell even though you make no sound. Eternal journey. Endless visit.