This past spring, the towering mountains of Peru were my teachers. They taught me one of the secrets for an enriched, supported life -- the foundational pillar of RESTing. These ancient Incan mountain gods, the Apus, showed me a secret ledge so invisibly strong even the frailest little baby bird has the courage to take flight and soar high. Still, resting, unmoving, the mountains vibrate with immense power. These mountains taught me to just be still. To listen to the silences in between, as th...
www.vidya.tv SCRIPT - The first time, I discovered it completely by surprise - an accident turned into an epiphany. It started with a look that turned into a stare. A smile that turned into a laugh. A touch that turned into a hold. We met in an old hotel, thrust deep into the highlands of Scotland, near a small town called Forres. We met. We hugged. By accident, I held on to the hold of another for just a little longer. Extra milliseconds turned into full, juicy seconds. Seconds "too long" to ...
LYRICS - A pair of black faded jeans wrap around my legs as the legs cross over eachother while I sit and watch. A mini spa moment for me, a little sitting on this faded black plastic lawn chair, tucked under a little bit of shade under the hot Sedona sun. The sun seeming to be having a little affair with the earth, their passtion turnign the mesas, the mountains, and bluffs a soft ruddy rouge. For nowhere else in the Arizona desert does the land hold such and immense mysterious power. So I si...
LYRICS- Not quite fully awake, the silly strangeness of last night's dreams still lingers somewhere between my eyelashes. Lemons, yellow bright hinting at whats to come in a few minutes - the first warm golden rays peeking out from behind Black Mountain. That mountain, over there. The metal kettle is in use, once again in the same way as before, taking out the cold from the water and leaving only warmth and comfort It goes on, and then goes off Thats it. Just some warm, clear, pure water and s...
Dance therapy - LYRICS: Arriving in the dance hall. Above, beneath and around my skin - the movement within + the music without. Flow. Flowing with the barefoot sounds of the beating drums. Flowing with the runaway flutes. Arms wave. Waves Armed. Waving from the shoulder to the finger tips. Pulsating with the drums, flowing with the bass. Spine now slowly wakes to the sounds, to the sounds of joy flowing through my arms. Feeling the music deep in my chest, my spine creeps around, circling itse...