Bibbedee-Bobbedee-Dibbedee-Doo!

I yearned for a new, more fitting banner in this weblog site. And I got one. Thanks to my Flow. :-)
(Hope you like this one!)
I yearned for some new make up and clothes this week. And I got some.
I yearned for some rest. And I got some.
I yearn for some inspiration. And I don't get some.
I wish for a 'magic wand waving fairy godmother'. But I don't get one.
I yearn for so much. And I think it's no good. At all.
But what exactly is yearning? I think about it a lot. And I think about it because the second presentation of our Acting Class will be about that, amongst other things.
Basically it's about sisters who have a desire. Who yearn for something and have no clue how to get there. I'm looking forward to make that little play. The presentation will be in december. A flyer will follow.
But first I have two weeks 'off'. I have no acting class, no courses and no singinglessons for two weeks. But a lot of work to do when I want to. I have a lot of vocal work to do if I want to sing like I want to. (Still, after all those years of singinglessons, pfff...) and I have a lot of inner work to do as well.
It's all about perseverance and discipline.
Okay, so far about the yearning-thing. It's time for some 'now' moments and some relaxation.
In the meantime, I would appreciate some reactions and opinions about yearning, desires and wishes. What do YOU think it is and how does it affect a human?

Best wishes to y'all ;-)

Shanna

The Conscious Being and the Unconscious Being

The Conscious Being

(Zomaar..omdat het in mn hoofd kwam toen ik op een morgen een zoen kreeg toen mijn vriend naar zijn werk ging....

Een oud, simpel maar waar rijmpje.... )

Ga nooit weg zonder te groeten
Ga nooit heen zonder een zoen
Wie het noodlot zal ontmoeten kan het morgen niet meer doen
Ga nooit weg zonder praten
dat doet soms een hart zon pijn
wat je smorgens hebt verlaten kan er savonds niet meer zijn

The Unconscious Being

In dreams, in visions of the night,
when deepest sleep falls upon men,
while they sleep in their beds, God (The Self) makes them listen,
and his correction strikes them with terror.
To turn a man from reckless conduct,
to check the pride of mortal man,
at the edge of the pit he holds him back alive,
and stops him from crossing the river of death.

The Beauty Of A Woman

Well, I read my old blogs, which I have on my computer. I'm getting a bit melancholic by reading them...
I saw that my first blog was written in 2006, I didn't know that time flies so fast!
I also read some things about my personal life, periods of illnesses, and it makes me sad that I have these periods already for 5 years now...
But now I'll *snap out of it*  and put two old blogs here until I have some new inspiration or stuff for posting here. These I find worthy to put here.

The first fits perfectly in this moment. Loving myself and others. The true beauty of me.

The true beauty of a woman:

"For attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day. For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone. People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. Never throw out anybody. Remember, If you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others. The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years." (Audrey Hepburn)

Alles heeft zijn tijd

Om het thema Tijd, en de diepzinnigheid, nog even vast te houden, hier het volgende:


Er is een tijd om voorop te lopen.
Er is een tijd om achter te zijn.
Er is een tijd om in beweging te zijn.
Er is een tijd om te rusten.
Er is een tijd om energiek te zijn.
Er is een tijd om uitgerust te zijn.


Bovenstaand citaat vond ik op mijn scheurkalender en wilde ik hier even delen.
Het citaat lijkt, zoals op de achterkant van de bladzijde stond, op het intrappen van een open deur.
Tóch doen of vinden we dit niet zo vaak. Als we moe zijn, gaan we er vaak nog harder tegenaan. Het lijkt of we achterstand als een ziekte vinden die het liefst vandaag nog moet worden opgelost. En eet je wel als je honger hebt, of eigenlijk 'gewoon' wanneer je zin hebt, of wanneer je eigenlijk al zo slap als een vaatdoek bent? Ga je slapen als je moe bent of heb je de neiging om nog vanalles te gaan doen?


Ook vind ik het eigenlijk wel tegenstijdig dat wanneer de natuur in de herfst en winter zich naar binnen keert en een 'winterslaap' houdt, wij juist dan superproductief, energiek en outgoing zijn. De scholen en opleidingen starten, we gaan nieuwe dingen doen. Van rust en inkeer is dan weinig sprake. Terwijl ik denk dat het zou mooi zou zijn, en misschien ook wel de bedoeling is, dat wij die symboliek van de natuur volgen.
Wat in ieder geval wel mogelijk zou moeten zijn, is dat we beter luisteren naar ons lichaam en ritme. Want voor alles is een tijd.


Love, Shanna

Toxic Time

This can be another Silent Scream as well as a Dream of mine.

I guess I'm still in the holiday-mood.

But...that doesn't make the topic of 'Time' less important or the toxicity of Time somewhat weaker.

Again I come to the conclusion that (the concept) Time can be damn toxic.

As long as I can remember I hate planning. I’m no good in planning nor in organizing and in being punctual. I’m always too late. Well, it becomes better.
I truly dislike agendas. I dislike the full agendas of everybody. Everybody’s always busy. And sometimes even I am everybody in this case, or at least somewhat feel like it.
Of course, through the years I’ve also came to realize that planning actually could help me and my chaotic mind. (yeey!)
Help me not to come late, not to hurry.
My enemy became a little friend.

But there’s always the other side of the coin. Where time (planning/managing) becomes toxic...

When I don’t think ‘What time is it?’ so often, I really relax and sleep a lot better.
I was truly happy in the resorts where I stayed on holidays, or when I spent days in the jungle. Just because clocks are missing out there.
It would be so nice just letting your self float through the day, following your bio rhythm or nature’s rhythm without checking the clock every other minute. Just having or living more quality time in stead of quantity time.

This may seem idealistic and irreal, but a little less ‘time-managing’ would be a lot better. For everyone. That’s my opinion.

So….today I threw out the clock!

I threw the clock away, out of the livingroom and removed it from the computer as well. I won’t use an alarmclock when I don’t need to. And don’t worry, my telephone’s not still with me. I hate carrying that thing around, so he’s always been in my bag or roams elsewhere in the house. And I never wore a watch. So, no big job for me. Well, I have to admit I have to get used to it somehow; I’m checking an empty wall now and then, for nothing.

But…for the sake of some peacefullness..
Who’s willing to throw some overflowing clocks away as well?

The Butterfly Pact