Sunday Tune

Sunday Tune

Roots

“...I think we are well-advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.”

― Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

 Paule Marrot

“Vanish.
Pass into nothingness: the Keats line that frightened her.
Fade as the blue nights fade, go as the brightness goes.
Go back into the blue.
I myself placed her ashes in the wall.
I myself saw the cathedral doors locked at six.
I know what it is I am now experiencing.
I know what the frailty is, I know what the fear is.
The fear is not for what is lost.
What is lost is already in the wall.
What is lost is already behind the locked doors.
The fear is for what is still to be lost.
You may see nothing still to be lost.
Yet there is no day in her life on which I do not see her.”

― Joan Didion, Blue Nights

Emilie Lindsten's photos

Paule Marrot

Textiles from Paule Marrot

Mel Nguyen rainbow corner

'...Because of the limitations of our eyes, we have a prejudice, a bias, toward that tiny rainbow band we call the spectrum of visible light.'

-- Carl Sagan, Cosmos

Simona Pries

Simona Pries

bernard foucon

Haze

Haze series by Wonmin Park Studio

Found here

Raw Colour

Raw Color: Tinctorial Textiles, a commission by Van Eijk & Van der Lubbe for the ABN Amro bank office in Eindhoven. 13 semi-translucent wool curtain panels dyed with natural dyes.

The term tinctorial relates to most organic dyeing agents categorized by the term in their latin name. The dyes used in this project derive from three plants, madder root – 'Rubia tinctorum' for the reddish hues, woad – 'Isatis tinctoria' for the blueish hues and reseda – 'Reseda luteola' for the yellowish hues. All agents are purely applied in different concentrations to achieve more or less saturation. New shades are created by over-dyeing the fabric with two agents resulting in greens, purples and oranges.

Found via evencleveland

Found here

"Inhabit the beauty that lives in your beastly body and strive to see the beauty in all the other beasts."

-- Cheryl Strayed

found via Project B

Recipe: Finnish salad with orange blossom dressing

I'm a bit in love with this salad...the combination tastes like summer...i might start eating it daily to bring out the sun!

 It needs to be served up quickly, otherwise the watermelon will give over its liquid to the bottom of the salad bowl and dilute the sunny dressing that goes with the salad.

Serves 5-6
½ medium watermelon
½ cucumber, sliced into circles

750g broad beans, unshelled and blanched
200g feta cheese 

For the dressing
1 tbsp orange blossom water
1 tbsp white wine vinegar
3 tbsp olive oil
Salt and black pepper 

1 Cut the watermelon in half and chop the flesh into cubes. I never bother extracting the seeds, finding their gentle crunch a welcome contrast to the sweet yielding flesh.
2 Arrange the cubes in a shallow platter or bowl. Scatter over the sliced cucumber and broad beans, sprinkling lightly, and crumble the feta over the salad (barrel-aged feta crumbles well). All of this needs to be done with a sense of urgency, since any ripe melon starts losing its juice with the first cut.
3 Mix the dressing ingredients together in a small jug and spoon gently over the salad. A direct hit of salt and pepper on the melon works well, but also acts as a catalyst for drawing out more water from the melon, so go easy on the seasoning.

From Miranda Gardiner's A midsummer Finnish feast in The Guardian.

Radical Empathy

You can mark your progress breath by breath. 

Literally. And it's there that I recommend you begin. Every time you think I hate that fucking bitch, I want you to neutralize that thought with a breath. Calm your mind. Breathe in deeply with intention, then breathe out. Do not think I hate that fucking bitch while you do it. Give yourself that. Blow that bitch right out of your chest. Then move onto something else. 

I have breathed my way through so many people I felt wronged by; through so many situations I couldn't change. Sometimes while doing this I've breathed in acceptance and breathed out love. Sometimes I've breathed in gratitude and out forgiveness. Sometimes I haven't been able to muster anything beyond the breath itself, my mind forced blank with nothing but the desire to be free of sorrow and rage. 

It works. And the reason it works is the salve is being applied directly to the wound. It's not a coincidence that you describe your pain as being lodged in your chest. when you breathe with calm intention you're zapping the white rage monster precisely where it lives. You're cutting off its feeding tube and forcing a new thought into your head - one that nurtures rather then tortures you. It's essentially mental self-disipline. I'm not suggesting one deny negative emotions, but rather you accept them and move through them by embracing the power we have to keep from wallowing in emotions that don't serve us well.

It's hard work. It's important work. I believe something like forgiveness is on the other side. You will get there, dear woman. Just try.

Your, 

Sugar

Extract from Tiny Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed

Scout Niblett - Kiss (live)

And darling take my hand,
And lead me through the dawn.
Let's kidnap each other,
And start singing our song,

'Cause my heart is charged now,
Oh it's dancing in my chest!
And I fly and I walk out
From the spell in that, kiss. 

Kiss

"A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous." 
-- Ingrid Bergman

Film still of Ingrid Bergman and Cary Grant in Hitchcock´s film  Notorious (1946)

Image of Andy Warhol's Kiss from 7 Objects in a Box. 1966.

Then comes a longing
That I don't understand
Because it feels like it's towards you
But here you are
So I don't understand
What this longing's for

From 'Watching the Sleeping Lover' in Sam Shepard + Joseph Chaiken's 'Savage/Love'

Image from here jja_bra's Flickr, via per temeritas.

Dir. Yasujiro Ozu
Chishu Ryu in 晩春 [tr. Late Spring] (GIF excerpt), 1949
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The Goddess of never not broken

I read  This article by Julie JC Peters for Elephant Journal a couple of weeks ago and it stuck with me so I thought I would share for you to read too!

Here's a little taster....

"Akhilandeshvari:

“Ishvari” in Sanskrit means “goddess” or “female power,” and the “Akhilanda” means essentially “never not broken.” In other words, The Always Broken Goddess. Sanskrit is a tricky and amazing language, and I love that the double negative here means that she is broken right down to her name.

But this isn’t the kind of broken that indicates weakness and terror.
It’s the kind of broken that tears apart all the stuff that gets us stuck in toxic routines, repeating the same relationships and habits over and over, rather than diving into the scary process of trying something new and unfathomable.

This figure has snuck up inside me and settled into my bones. She keeps coming out of my mouth every time I teach, and she’s given me so much strength and possibility during a time of change and uncertainty in my own life. I wanted to unpack a little bit about who she is for those that might be, like me, struggling a little bit in that pile on the floor and wondering how the hell to get up again.

The answer, it turns out, is this: in pieces, warrior-style, on the back of a crocodile. Yee ha...."

And in full...

The Kiss.

1. Sometime in the 1950s, likely in Decatur, Illinois.
2.  Whitley Bay, September 1978
Sirkka-Liisa Konttinen 
3.  Jean-Luc Godard and Stéphane Audran in Présentation ou Charlotte et son steak, 1960, by Eric Rohmer.
4.  The Slow Kiss, 1960s
via lapetitecole

by Eva Besnyö
Little girl standing on her head, 1940

Oh, of course. Now I see. by dvs via Flickr.

THE KISS (1896) - The first kiss scene in history of film, shared between May Irwin and John C. Rice.

(From: lapetitecole)

 

"When world-famous yoga master B.K.S. Iyengar visited the San Diego Zoo in 1990, he was struck by the effortless aplomb of the flamingos. He pointed to a gaudy pink bird as it balanced on one foot, steady as a boulder. Oblivious to its squawking neighbors, beak tucked under its feathers, the flamingo was fast asleep. Surveying the group of yoga teachers accompanying him, Iyengar playfully challenged them: "Can you relax like that?"

 -- Roger Cole


first image by James Prebble
second image from National Geographic, 1954
both via lapetitecole

Found here

Humility.

"The first product of self-knowledge is humility, "

-- Flannery O'Connor

" Do you know what that is, sweet pea? To be humble? The word comes from the Latin words humilis and humus. To be down low. To be of the earth. To be on the ground. That's where I went when I wrote the last word of my first book. Straight onto the cool tile floor to weep. I sobbed and I wailed and I laughed through my tears. I didn't get up for half an hour. I was too happy and grateful to stand. I had turned 35 a few weeks before. I was two months pregnant with my first child. I didn't know if people would think my book was good or bad or horrible or beautiful and I didn't care. I only knew I no longer had two hearts beating in my chest. I'd pulled one out with my own bare hands. I'd suffered. I'd given it everything I had.

I'd finally been able to give it because I'd let go of all the grandiose ideas I'd once had about myself and my writing - so talanted! so young! I'd stopped being grandiose."

-- Cheryl Strayed, Tiny beautiful things: Advice on love and life from Dear Sugar. 

Monday! bring it on.....
Found via lapetitecole

Strength.

"If your Nerve, deny you
go above your Nerve."

-- Emily Dickinson

Sunday Tune

Sunday Tune

Emmeline de Mooij

Emmeline de Mooij

Emmeline de Mooij

and yes I said yes I will Yes. 

-- James Joyce, Ulysses

“Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.”

 

— Clementine Paddleford

Hug!

Beautiful images of Indra Devi hugging a tree and Krishnamacharya with Yvonne Millerand (thanks Christophe!) sent to me by Ryan Leier.
Thanks Ryan!

heat

First image from here
second image photographed by sophie delaporte for another man via: urtox

pain

'I've read too many books to believe what i'm told.'

balance

Mechanischer Körperfächer (body fan 2) - rebecca horn

"the fan suits my body -- i carry it and i balance it on my shoulders so that head and shoulders constitute the central axis of the two semi-circles -- starting position -- the two semi-circles of the fan close over my head -- when i move my body's balance, the two semi-circles change their horizontal starting position and begin to turn -- one semicircle turns in fron of my body, the other one behind it, so that my body becomes the fixed axis for the semicircles -- when the rotation is slow,  just sections of my body can be seen by turn -- when the two semicircles rotate fast, they close in a transparent circle."

  -- rebecca horn

via flash art n. 46-47, june 1974