Category Archives: World, near and far

All about places I visit or just happen by.

Passion

I don’t know where I’m going, but I promise it won’t be boring. —David Bowie

On this Throwback Thursday, I’ve got passion on my mind, because, well, passion is everything for the creative mind. We spend hours writing down thoughts, strumming chords, playing with colors — name it — in the name of passion.

Looking through archives, I came across the picture above. David Bowie, performing in sailor suit, 1978. Talk about a creative soul. Talk about passion. Talk about love for the arts.

In the school choir, Bowie was told his voice didn’t standout but his teachers did notice he had an artistic soul. At 15, he formed his first band. Success didn’t follow for a long time.

Never deterred, Bowie enrolled in dance classes and continued pursuing his passion for theater and music, which would eventually lead to his immense success.

In an interview, Bowie said success afforded him the privilege of focusing on his many passions: music, dance, painting, photography. Outside of that, fame only helped in getting a better table at a restaurant.

Art, he wrote, was seriously the only thing I’d ever wanted to own. It has always been for me a stable nourishment. I use it. It can change the way that I feel in the mornings. The same work can change me in different ways, depending on what I’m going through.

Reading about Bowie is reading about passion. About heart. About an insatiable curiosity that must be satisfied through the next layer of discovery, and the next, in ways we arrange words, colors, the pattern of chords. 

Passion. It’s unending. Tormenting. Reassuring. Scary and spectacular.

Light yourself on fire with passion and people will come from miles to watch you burn. — John Wesley

Image: groovyhistory.com

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Change is Scary

Resisting change is futile. Yet we do it all the time.

The good ol’ days, we say. Why can’t we go back? Well, ours is a changing universe filled with energy that only moves forward.

We can blame it on technology. It sure forces super-fast changes on us. But take a look around, social media alone has created a universe in which wild and scary of yesteryear is now exciting. The problem, then, is not the speed or complexity of change. 

Talk about change. Not long ago Apple Corp. asked: Could you love a robot?  Not a droid machine, but a humanoid robot like Sophia below who could mimic human expressions, emotions.  

  

We love and name our cars. They mean a lot to us, so we assign them human characteristics. We carry on conversations with inanimate objects, so … could we love a robot? Accept it as friend, or more. Maybe.

Change is scary. Our tendency is to resist change on many levels — technological, societal. Too stressful. Something new to learn, to accept as normal.

We can say refusal to change is a coping mechanism. Marching forward, although necessary, can be exhausting.

We can say it’s about money and power. Those who’ve been marginalized have always fought for change, for fairness, for tipping the balance of power, while the  influential pushed back. Regrettably so, since change happened anyway at a higher human cost.

Change always comes bearing gifts, as Price Pritchett said. Gifts we sometimes don’t like.

Good or bad change is inevitable. Demanded by an emerging, moving universe.

And, really, is there any other way forward? Without change — growth, movement, whatever the term — we’re bound to fall behind, be diminished. Disappear.

So, why continue to resist it?

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Images: pixabay, hurtingsoftly, damngeeky

San Francisco

Hang on to all that is good in the world. To stories, and poetry, and music. To memories of a stroll in the park, a cable-car ride through the city.

The world is full of beautiful places and wonderful people. Something worth reiterating : the world in which we live is full of wonders and beauty. Of welcoming towns and bustling cities.

This past weekend, we visited one such city — San Francisco — for a quick getaway, and left re-energized, memories sure to light the corners of our minds for years to come. There’s  much I could say about the City by The Bay, but it’s all been said, sung, and written. Many times over. Best to let pictures tell the story — another perspective on the city of love and lights.  The city of everything.

From the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz

to the SF Giants Stadium and  Exploratorium (science museum)

to street performers and a cable-car ride

to Union Square (named after some of the largest and oldest pro-union rallies in the country) and more street performers

to China Town (expansive, thriving community) and remnants of the Beat generation

San Francisco, this forward-looking city with an array of diverse neighborhoods, rare and genuine culture that conjures up images of the ’60s hippies, and gorgeous bay views with imposing bridges on both sides, has one draw back:   It’s hard to leave.

I’m in Love with Words

I am in love with words.  Blunt statements go far, so why not start the day with one?

I love how simple words strung together can express thoughts and feelings; how those same words can take on a different meaning depending on what part of the world we live in, or what we’ve gone through in the past.

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Language is too.

Turning words to the left or to the right, looking at them upside down and using them like they’ve never been used before — I think that’s love, and art.

Words are always expressed with intention and expectation. They invite audiences in, sometimes seductively enticing us on a journey or fighting us into submission to hear what cannot be ignored.

Does one have to be good with words to love them? I don’t think so. I listen to music all the time. Except for one basic guitar chord, I can’t play instruments. Can’t write songs.

Words. They’re all about rhythm and intonation and meaning.

Especially meaning. Yes, words can cut deep. They can fill us with hope and love. Lift us or plunge us into despair. Some folks argue it’s all about attitude — and sure, there’s truth there — but I think manipulation of words can make all the difference.

So, yes, I love dissecting, stringing together, poring over words (I know, I should get out more). Most of all, I love words in visual story format that works better than movies.

I love discovering new words. Recently, I discovered soporose (sleepy, in an unusual deep sleep). At the same time, I love simple words strung together just so.

Like:

Keys / open / deep-seated /                                        memories-long dead

Tell me about words you love or hate. New discoveries, or lovely, old memories.