Ingrid Gadabout
Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead. --Louisa May Alcott
January 12, 2014
Superchick - This Is The Time (Audio)
Say "Hey! Hey! Wake your heart!"
And break, break, break apart
The walls that keep you from being you
And walk, walk towards the light
And don't stop till you live your life
Like someone died for you
June 23, 2013
Thanks David Christian: An Idea about Human Potentiality
At the moment just before the Big Bang, there was nothing, not even time. Just after the moment that our universe came into being, everything in the universe existed. Everything that ever was, or ever will become, will have arisen out of that fraction of a second when time and everything else began. The building blocks of the entire universe have existed, none new have come into being; they have only ever been recycled and reused.
What if human potentiality is like the Big Bang? What if everything that is possible with us is present at our conception? A million million possibilities and configurations present in our presence? Whatever happens in the ensuing years are realities simply concretizing themselves, the basic elements fluctuating from state to state as the right situations are created.
Sean Carroll discusses the origins of the universe and the possibility of multiverses. You can check out his talk, which is the last video in this TED Talk playlist .
And David Christian talk about his Big History Project at another TED Talk, wherein he describes the Big Bang, which is what got my train of thought going.
August 16, 2012
Evening Run
I ended the evening with a short run, quiet and serene on my own in the dark. The cinnamon smell of sage, the fresh scent of green grass, the pungent scent of water and asphalt. And as I ran slowly up the hill, the last balmy heat of the day, still held in the pavement. The distance, falling away under me, unnoticed, as I looked up at the faint expanse of the Milky Way across the sky.
August 15, 2012
Of knees and scars and my thirties
Mostly, I love being my age. Being a teenager and then a young woman in my twenties was swell and all, but I can look back and be thankful for what I've learned without wishing I could re-live those years.
My thirties are a great time because I truly feel that I am coming into my own, and growing more confident in my own skin every day. I am much more confident of the things that I don't want out of life.
Having said that, I'm writing this post because there are the physical aspects about thirty that are amusing and sad, all at once. There aren't many: most days, I remind myself to start the day gratefully, cataloging the small wonders like I spoon the melted bit of ice cream at the bottom of the cup.
It's a running list. I'm sure I'll continue to make new discoveries. But you know what? They're my discoveries, unique and simple and funny. The human body and the human mind are never the same from one day to the next; life is change and we daily shift and re-shape, whether we will or not.
#1 Jumping off roofs and climbing up cliff walls. Remember when you were a kid and you got a scratch or a bump? A few minutes later, you forgot your pain. And a few days later, there was very little trace of a scar. That doesn't happen anymore. These days, my body works on one scar at a time. Things hurt longer. Bruises don't lighten as quickly. My legs are running out of room for bruises. My propensity for bumping into other material objects hasn't diminished, but my body's capacity for picking up the pieces afterwards has.
Mostly, it's funny. Getting physically older is truly the best teacher of acceptance. I know that my body's regenerative capacity is only slowing down a bit. Yet I am mindful, all of a sudden, about my body's physical limitations.
My thirties are a great time because I truly feel that I am coming into my own, and growing more confident in my own skin every day. I am much more confident of the things that I don't want out of life.
Having said that, I'm writing this post because there are the physical aspects about thirty that are amusing and sad, all at once. There aren't many: most days, I remind myself to start the day gratefully, cataloging the small wonders like I spoon the melted bit of ice cream at the bottom of the cup.
It's a running list. I'm sure I'll continue to make new discoveries. But you know what? They're my discoveries, unique and simple and funny. The human body and the human mind are never the same from one day to the next; life is change and we daily shift and re-shape, whether we will or not.
#1 Jumping off roofs and climbing up cliff walls. Remember when you were a kid and you got a scratch or a bump? A few minutes later, you forgot your pain. And a few days later, there was very little trace of a scar. That doesn't happen anymore. These days, my body works on one scar at a time. Things hurt longer. Bruises don't lighten as quickly. My legs are running out of room for bruises. My propensity for bumping into other material objects hasn't diminished, but my body's capacity for picking up the pieces afterwards has.
Mostly, it's funny. Getting physically older is truly the best teacher of acceptance. I know that my body's regenerative capacity is only slowing down a bit. Yet I am mindful, all of a sudden, about my body's physical limitations.
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