I am one of those people who soaks everything in. For some it could be considered my hugest flaw, but for others it is a gift that I perceive over and beyond. I'm not honestly sure where this is going tonight. I've decided to just type and we'll see if any of this makes sense when I hit send. I'm just getting in from hanging with some great friends and I made a conscious decision to stop socializing so I could go to the gym for a Masala Bhangra class. I find myself now wide awake with nothing but time to think about a number of items. One of those happens to be a poem that someone sent me recently. Here it is:
Hora tras hora, día tras día,
entre el cielo y la tierra que quedan
eternos vigías,
como torrente que se despeña
pasa la vida.
Devolvedle a la flor su perfume
después de marchita;
de las ondas que besan la playa
y que una tras otra besándola expiran
recoged los rumores, las quejas,
y en planchas de bronce grabad su armonía.
Tiempos que fueron, llantos y risas,
negros tormentos, dulces mentiras,
¡ay!, ¿en dónde su rastro dejaron,
en dónde, alma mía?.
When I was first sent the poem I simply went on google translate, but tonight while I was out and about the first line of the poem was on repeat in my head like a broken record. The people that know me best know that patience is a virtue that I'm learning to master slowly. Hopefully, I'll understand and embrace the meaning of this poem soon enough or I'll simply place it in my war chest of memories.
dyism:
Just because you attempt to translate when speaking a different language or you're on a different page, does not mean that it will be coherent.
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dyism
a random girl with no regrets...sharing her outlook on life... it's always different...there never is a theme....my personal thoughts shared with whoever is out there.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
2012...they could not stop the beat.
Music changes lives. People are drawn to beats, the lyrics, and the way others react when they hear a song. When I hear a song whose beats or lyrics strike a chord deep within my soul it goes on repeat. I can not get the music out of my head. There are plenty of songs that I hear and their beat is addictive because it's the current go to song or you find yourself in the moment - but there are some songs who change the way you choose to think about life. They give you added perspective on love, work, family, and friendships.
I volunteer with a nonprofit who believes in arts education and I remember fondly from one of their performances last season a line from one of the acts, "they could not stop the beat". It seemed like such a simple phrase, but after meeting an artist recently that I admire deeply for the thought that goes into his lyrics - I understand now more than ever that sometimes music can flow through you with no inhibitions. There are times when I get lost in the lyrics or the beats and I actually wish I could just play snippets of songs to communicate. These moments would allow some of those people the closest to me to understand a little better.
dyism:
Lyrics and beats will forever give human beings the needed energy to change lives in some way or another.
I volunteer with a nonprofit who believes in arts education and I remember fondly from one of their performances last season a line from one of the acts, "they could not stop the beat". It seemed like such a simple phrase, but after meeting an artist recently that I admire deeply for the thought that goes into his lyrics - I understand now more than ever that sometimes music can flow through you with no inhibitions. There are times when I get lost in the lyrics or the beats and I actually wish I could just play snippets of songs to communicate. These moments would allow some of those people the closest to me to understand a little better.
dyism:
Lyrics and beats will forever give human beings the needed energy to change lives in some way or another.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
dyism...finally off of hiatus
I went to visit my mum a few months ago while she was on travel for her job. It happened to be a pretty large convention and she was staying in the host hotel. It was obvious that the majority of people staying there for that particular week were conference attendees. It was the perfect city to have fun and catch up with her. I looked at the conference program booklet to make sure I didn't see any seminars that were of interest to me, which made it pretty easy to decide that on-site registration wasn't necessary or a priority.
During the time that we were there I would have lazy mornings, read and just relax while she was in the hustle of conference mode. We would meet up for lunch or dinner and just enjoy being together. I vividly remember one lunch because we were talking and one of the guys at the table was appalled that I was just chilling during while everyone else was going to seminars. At one point he looked at me intently and said "You're not even registered. You're going to miss everything!". I smiled politely and thought to myself that we came to this city for two very different reasons.
dyism:
Tunnel vision is only an impediment when you stop driving through the tunnel of life.
During the time that we were there I would have lazy mornings, read and just relax while she was in the hustle of conference mode. We would meet up for lunch or dinner and just enjoy being together. I vividly remember one lunch because we were talking and one of the guys at the table was appalled that I was just chilling during while everyone else was going to seminars. At one point he looked at me intently and said "You're not even registered. You're going to miss everything!". I smiled politely and thought to myself that we came to this city for two very different reasons.
dyism:
Tunnel vision is only an impediment when you stop driving through the tunnel of life.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
live. love. laugh - dyism wk of 7.18.2011
I was standing outside getting ready to get lunch last week and a phone call came in with an area code from Baton Rouge, my hometown. A bit perplexed that I didn't know the number, I answered cautiously and heard a voice that I will never forget. For 16 years of my life, 4 days a week I heard the same voice inspiring and demanding me to be my best.
On the other line was the founder of my dance studio, Jerisse Grantham. Her love for dance, especially tap was infectious. Her studio was our second home; we were a family of people driven by a calling to move our feet and always "live, love, laugh". The last time I saw her was 11 years ago when she was preparing to have her first child and wouldn't leave the studio. I remember helping her lock up and telling her to call me when she got home. Ironically that's the first thing she mentioned to me on our call.
You never know how much someone impacts your life or vice versa by simple interactions. That studio gave me an opportunity to express my love of the arts and forever changed me as a person. She reinforced what my parents taught me in terms of discipline, hard work, commitment, and living every day with no regrets. It was the perfect call to receive after questioning the last few months what's next. Her last statement to me was "Stop by the studio when you're in Baton Rouge, and whatever is next will be better than the last."
dyism:
It's worth remembering the lessons of our past, to make brighter futures.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
doritos, skittles, bourbon - dyism wk of 6.13.2011
The interesting thing about writing about your own life is that sometimes people assume you're writing about them. Now I am writing about real time situations and people, but at least 50 percent of the time something similar has happened with someone else around me.
A few weeks ago I was having a conversation and we got on the topic of toxicity. We joked about some junk food being yummo like doritos, skittles, and bourbon - but they need to be consumed in moderation. It's the same way with people and habits in our lives. If you have anything in excess, you're backing yourself in a corner and possibly forcing claws to come out. After that conversation, I almost became obsessive with who and what needed to be purged and realized that wasn't necessary.
I've been so busy trying to figure out "what's next" that I didn't realize two old friendships growing stronger daily. They have always known the inner dork that I don't truly show to the world. It takes a special person to pull out some sides of me. All that to say one of them enjoys having deep conversations about self-fulfillment and he out the blue told me - know your worth.
dyism:
You need to add mental, physical, and/or emotional value in order to stay relevant in someone's life.
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