goes in this moment my train - until Sunday I will be there: CLICK
curious what to expect.
wait to see what will happen to me. Looking
which internal doors are opening up.
Listening, like the silence spread in me is.
open for dialogue with silence.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Man Sitting On Woman Stomac
days of silence
goes in this moment my train - until Sunday I will be there: CLICK
curious what to expect.
wait to see what will happen to me. Looking
which internal doors are opening up.
Listening, like the silence spread in me is.
open for dialogue with silence.
goes in this moment my train - until Sunday I will be there: CLICK
curious what to expect.
wait to see what will happen to me. Looking
which internal doors are opening up.
Listening, like the silence spread in me is.
open for dialogue with silence.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Vision Express 3.1.0.25
harmony
Very, very good was the choir in which I have sung before. A small a cappella choir, good enough for choir competitions and recordings, good voices on the right and left of me.
(. That I am untrained in the middle of this as incapable, of felt bad that I am always a little frightened and cowering before a false note, that's another matter)
As we sang there, I have internalized:
blend of sound in the left and right, put your own voice not to, but inside, together with their own sound, the bridge between right and left, between the front and rear Sing neighbors. with each other sing, therefore, not next to or even against each other. True togetherness, so the choral sound a whole can be.
Now I sing in a choir again. Much larger is the latter, much less formed a very different kind of singing. There is no a cappella choir, as heard around me so much in pitch and tempo. Moreover, in the samples a (detuned) piano, the concerts in a (sometimes out of tune) Orchestra.
And in the middle I'm sitting. Always a bit tense as I watched. Recently it hit me why: Because I wear my singing habits of the past in me and in this Choir had not filed because I'm trying to add to mediate between the right and left to balance differences to harmonize. In the last sample was
now it is the chance that side of me sat a the exact pitch and sang piano conductor pace, while my right one just did not. In between, I do.
Difficult. I tried the balance. So long, so much so until I got my own sound, until I knew nothing at all, where, who, as I am with my voice. I let it get that far.
I woke up the conductor announcement: Why would fall apart because our organic top speed ever over time - that he did not understand.
The moment I understood it:
Thus, I do not keep singing - otherwise it must be. If compensation is not possible if I am torn between the one and the other pace between disparate sites, then I can no longer sing in this balancing act. Then I must find my own voice.
And for the first time since a long time I sang in a singing against neighbor. Gave her my (also the conductor) tempo against deliberately, turned my head in their direction suggested, visible with foot and body to the beat. I was not deterred me from it - sang mine.
What she did it, I do not know.
But I was back into me.
Such harmony is in the Music that is also found ... 
Very, very good was the choir in which I have sung before. A small a cappella choir, good enough for choir competitions and recordings, good voices on the right and left of me.
(. That I am untrained in the middle of this as incapable, of felt bad that I am always a little frightened and cowering before a false note, that's another matter)
As we sang there, I have internalized:
blend of sound in the left and right, put your own voice not to, but inside, together with their own sound, the bridge between right and left, between the front and rear Sing neighbors. with each other sing, therefore, not next to or even against each other. True togetherness, so the choral sound a whole can be.
Now I sing in a choir again. Much larger is the latter, much less formed a very different kind of singing. There is no a cappella choir, as heard around me so much in pitch and tempo. Moreover, in the samples a (detuned) piano, the concerts in a (sometimes out of tune) Orchestra.
And in the middle I'm sitting. Always a bit tense as I watched. Recently it hit me why: Because I wear my singing habits of the past in me and in this Choir had not filed because I'm trying to add to mediate between the right and left to balance differences to harmonize. In the last sample was
now it is the chance that side of me sat a the exact pitch and sang piano conductor pace, while my right one just did not. In between, I do.
Difficult. I tried the balance. So long, so much so until I got my own sound, until I knew nothing at all, where, who, as I am with my voice. I let it get that far.
I woke up the conductor announcement: Why would fall apart because our organic top speed ever over time - that he did not understand.
The moment I understood it:
Thus, I do not keep singing - otherwise it must be. If compensation is not possible if I am torn between the one and the other pace between disparate sites, then I can no longer sing in this balancing act. Then I must find my own voice.
And for the first time since a long time I sang in a singing against neighbor. Gave her my (also the conductor) tempo against deliberately, turned my head in their direction suggested, visible with foot and body to the beat. I was not deterred me from it - sang mine.
What she did it, I do not know.
But I was back into me.
Such harmony is in the Music that is also found ...
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pays Thus, but the master's program out slowly, as I just learn from an email. Good press for my current project, but as we learned of Katz and Co. (along with a chronic heartburn) is any publicity good publicity anyway. ; D
greetings
Han
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Moin Moin,
Moin Moin,
A small special find that you can leave work in a quiet hour to themselves.
regards, Han
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