I thought it was beautiful. This should be a play.

Go on Flickr and search: infinite for more hehe

I received this as a text message today. Well more like 8 text messages : P

I thought it was beautiful. This should be a play.

I just had an experience where I felt infinite. I thought you should know.

Well when HP7 finished. We decided to go on a walk. And we just went walking around the neighbourhood and in the middle of the road. And then we stopped at this intersection and just laid down on the road for 20 minutes and talked, but not like small talk. Just a little deeper stuff. It was nice. I found special happiness while looking at the stars and we actually had a conversation about if something was a satelite or not. :) CB moment. <3 and we had good time there. Lots of laughs too. And we went back to my friends house and laid on her trampoline for a few more minutes and made up constellations. Then i just drove my german friend back to her house which is kind of where diane’s is in the country. And it was just a nice quiet drive while playing After The Storm by mumford and sons over the stereo. Really calming. Im driving home with quiet calm music. Now i’m going home and i’m gonna make some so and watch a movie in blankets with my teddy bear. And just feel warm and good. :) <3

Thank you to my fine fantastic friend : )

Your life is like poetry.

And thanks to Emily for receiving this so I could share it haha : D

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Requiem for a Dream

What are you addicted to?

BE EXCITED, BE BE EXCITED!

So I just watch the AMAZING movie Requiem for a Dream for the first time. It was directed by the same guy who made Black Swan (winner!) and I’m really excited to watch more of his stuff. Anywho, I thought IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL FILM. The acting was so real and I found the whole thing to be very immersive. The soundtrack is haunting and I thought the editing was super innovative, simple and a very creative use of the visual medium. Did i mention the script? BEAUTIFUL! Every word. I laughed, had tears in my eyes and was really taken by the narrative. It was a very interesting study of addiction. I think they should show this movie in high schools because it really made me want to not do drugs. hahaha. But seriously, the conclusion was really disturbing (in a good way) and I was physically altered by watching this film. Riding my bike home afterwards was a bit of an adventure given my slightly altered frame of mind having just watched 2ish hours of drug related visuals (had this moment where my shadow was chasing me… so scary… and funny haha). It’s interesting to think about my own addictions though. In the movie they deal with hard drug addiction, prescription drug addiction, food addiction, sex addiction, people addiction, art addiction… I think everyone has addictions. What is your drug? And what would your life be like without it?

PS: The film also has this pretty trippy wesbite!

Environmentally Friendly Balloons!

DID YOU KNOW that latex balloons will biodegrade? Yayy!

Just remember NO STRINGS ATTACHED! Go without Strings/Ribbon (unless it is organic cotton, and even then birds and marine life can be harmed by them).

Sources: http://www.balloonhq.com/faq/deco_releases.html and http://www.balloonrelease.com/faqs.htm

My Thinks & Notes from Joyologist Tricia Huffman’s Let’s Relate & Communicate Webinar

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TODAY I ATTENDED YOUR JOYOLOGIST, TRICIA HUFFMAN’S LIVE WEBINAR. CHECK OUT HER SITE!

Communication makes relationships. Every connection you have with another person is a relationship and RELATIONSHIP = to relate to another… to be in the same place as someone (physically, emotionally, mentally?)

Who are you BEING with all people (yourself included)? to be or not to be…

your being = thoughts, actions, attitudes, words, clothing, choices, beliefs … often without speaking

I am a teacher at all times.

“We are all human.” – Tricia Huffman

BE LOVE.

LOVE YOURSELF.

“clean it up as it comes up.” – Tricia Huffman (this is similar to “making shit up” and the interpersonal mush described in clear leadership)

Questions to ask others:

  • What are you present to? Where are you at right now?
  • Is there anything you want to clear up with me?

FIND YOUR OWN VOICE. With everything I learn I find great value in puiting it in my own words. Thought: I think bad words are like sarcasm. I think they mask insecurities and have a negative pull… how does duality relate to this? Maybe some cussing is required for some clean talks.. hmm.

Plans and ideas are allowed to change! I am not trapped in anything!

“listen through love.” – Tricia Huffman

Expectations set us up for failure.

People fall asleep to acknowledging others. Show people how much you love them! Acknowledge people! Thank them!

Fully listen! Repeat back to people what they have said.

Dear Jenni: Stop trying to “fix” people and give them advice. They know the answer. TRUST them and acknowledge them for being the intelligent people they are. It is not my job to fix other people. I will have compassion, but I will not be responsible for them. I can’t change others behaviors but I can change my own reactions… “cant change the wind but you can adjust the sails ” …why would you want to make someone you love “wrong”?

“everything is either a request for love, or an expression of love.” – Tricia Huffman

I wonder how different cultures love full out? When I first started actively participating in positivity I was all HUGS and HIGH FIVES. It was a very physical thing for me. This is a very North American image of how to “love full out” and I am curious about other cultures and how others experience this.

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QUESTIONS:

What is your view on using “love” to end e-mails and in conversations with acquaintances? I really want to bring love into all of my actions but I am afraid people will think I am unprofessional. People are always going to judge you. Don’t let that stop you. Dive into fear.

How do gossip and venting fit into being love? It’s okay to vent sometimes, but always go back to the source and communicate with the person directly afterward. If other gossip to you, tell them you aren’t comfortable engaging in that energy. Why are you wasting your energy on that? If you really want to change this you need to talk to that person about it.

Many things you said reminded me of a book/course I recently experienced called “clear leadership”. coincidence, or are you familiar with it? “I” language.

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EXPERIMENT: Venting to myself.

I am a very extroverted and oral communicator so I wanted to try

Before: I felt curious and apprehensive about trying this and I felt a little scared that my Mom would hear me haha.

During: I communicated my experience to myself and was able to understand my experience better.

After: I am missing feedback and I wish I had done this with a video camera.

Soooo I tried that but the sound didn’t work and I have decided that is wasn’t meant to be, but I will experiment further the next time I want to vent : )

Cool Short Stories

I had to read the book Micro Fiction by Jerome Stern for one of my classes and it had some really cool short stories in it! Here were some that I enjoyed…

“Your Fears Are Justified” by Rick DeMarinis

There’s a bomb on this plane. I offer no proof. And yet I know. Panic constricts my breathing. My heart can be heard, I’m sure of that. It ticks in my ear like an egg timer. I get out of my seat slowly so as not to alarm the others. In the rest room I splash my face with cold water. The bomb is with the cargo. We’re approaching Clinic City. The plane touches down. The bomb, though armed, does not explode.

In the Clinic City hospital I have to share a room with a heart patient. “What are you here for?” he asks. “Brain tumor,” I say. he perks up, interested. “How’s your ticker?” he says. His wife, large and phlegmatic, visits twice a day. They whisper. “You’re terminal?” she asks, coyly. It’s as if she’s asked me about the weather in Des Moines. “Not that I know of,” I say. “Brain tumor,” her husband whispers, nudging her. They exchange loving glances. I know what they are thinking. It’s clear: They want my heart. “Macroadenoma,” I say. “Nonmalignant.” They wink at eachother. She concoles me with a ladyfinger. After the operation I fly home, weak but still sensitive to threats.

I appreciate your interest. I honor your adrenalized stare. Your fears are justified. I’m sorry. I will sit here in my living room and decide what to tell you. Yes, there is no hope. But remember, some fuses are duds, some tumors are benign, some heart patients recover on their own. You have time to change your life.

Worry by Ron Wallace

She worried about people; he worried about things. And between them, that about covered it.

“What would you think of our daughter sleeping around?” she said.
“The porch steps are rotting,” he replied. “Someone’s going to fall through.”

They were lying in bed together, talking. They had been lying in bed together talking these twenty-five years: first, about whether to have children–she wanted to (although there was Down’s Syndrome, leukemia, microcephaly, mumps); he didn’t (the siding was warped; the roof was going fast)–and then, after their daughter was born, a healthy seven pounds eleven ounces (“She’s not eating enough;” “The furnace is failing”), about family matters, mostly (“Her friends are hoodlums, her room is a disaster;” “The brakes are squealing, the water heater’s rusting out.”)

Worry grew between them like a son, with his own small insistencies and then more pressing demands. They stroked and coddled him; they set a place for him at the table; they sent him to kindergarten, private school, and college. Because he failed at nearly everything and always returned home, they loved him. After all, he was their son.

“I’ve been reading her diary. She does drugs. She sleeps around.”
“I just don’t think I can fix them myself. Where will we find a carpenter?”

And so it went. Their daughter married her high school sweetheart, had a family, and started a health food store in a distant town. Although she recalled her childhood as fondly as anyone–how good her parents had been and how they worried for her, how old and infirm they must be growing, their house going to ruin–she rarely called or visited. She had worries of her own.

So what are you worrying about? carpe diem : )