Absolutely devastating, but beautiful at the same time.
Friday, 4 March 2011
Thursday, 3 March 2011
Maya Angelou
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya Angelou
Tunes i like to practice to...
Click the song name to listen
Alexander Ebert - Truth
Thee, Stranded Horse - Le Sel
Alela Diane - Oh! My Mama
Gonzales - Overnight
Yann Tiersen - Comptine d'un Autre Ete
Jose Gonzalez - Neon Lights
James Blake - A Case Of You
Laura Marling - Goodbye England All Covered in Snow
Vanessa Paridis - Il ya
Erik Satie - Goiossiennes no1
Frederic Chopin - Prelude No 4 in E-Minor
Alexander Ebert - Truth
Thee, Stranded Horse - Le Sel
Alela Diane - Oh! My Mama
Gonzales - Overnight
Yann Tiersen - Comptine d'un Autre Ete
Jose Gonzalez - Neon Lights
James Blake - A Case Of You
Laura Marling - Goodbye England All Covered in Snow
Vanessa Paridis - Il ya
Erik Satie - Goiossiennes no1
Frederic Chopin - Prelude No 4 in E-Minor
Tove Jansson - A Dangerous Journey
Read a good book for World Book Day...this one is very good indeed...
Bye Bye Winter!!
No!
No sun, no moon!
No morn, no noon!
No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day,
No sky, no earthly view,
No distance looking blue,
No road, no street, no "t'other side this way",
No end to any Row,
No indications where the Crescents go,
No top to any steeple,
No recognitions of familiar people,
No courtesies for showing 'em,
No knowing 'em!
No traveling at all, no locomotion,
No inkling of the way, no notion,
"No go" by land or ocean,
No mail, no post,
No news from any foreign coast,
No Park, no Ring, no afternoon gentility,
No company, no nobility,
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member,
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!
Thomas Hood
1799-1885
Wednesday, 2 March 2011
Recommended read...
A great introduction to Liz Koch's unique understanding of the Psoas muscle and the importance of maintaining a healthy, fluid core. Simple diagrams and easy to follow, complete with exercises that will fit into any yoga practice. Extremely interesting, I dip into it on a regular basis!
pose of the week...
Salamba Sarvangasana (Shoulder Stand)
- Calms the brain and helps relieve stress
- Stimulates the thyroid and prostate glands and abdominal organs
- Stretches the shoulders and neck
- Tones the legs and buttocks
- Improves digestion
- Helps relieve the symptoms of menopause
- Reduces fatigue and alleviates insomnia
- Therapeutic for asthma, infertility, and sinusitis
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