
Ikigai: “life meaning”: an activity that you not only love but are also good at it, your community needs it, and you can be paid for it. Money’s highest purpose is to own and control your time.
Ikigai: “life meaning”: an activity that you not only love but are also good at it, your community needs it, and you can be paid for it. Money’s highest purpose is to own and control your time.
So, tell me, James,
Are humans ready to see what you see?
Is humanity prepared to share Mother Earth? or protect it? Or leave it?
“One does not know whether numbers are discovered or invented. I think counting, i.e. making use of numbers, has been invented; numbers however were found in us and outside ourselves. Numbers are like archetypes, which are just as much outside as inside”
Jung, Letter to Michael J. Fordham, 20 October 1954.
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Throughout next year, the new human touch will navigate into the waters of death, as there is no human life without it. For that purpose, this exhibition is an exquisite aperitif.
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“Is there some destiny within us that performs the pattern of our life, or is it the actual experiences which shape it? Are the experiences we encounter predestined, or do we feel them so intensely and remember them so well because of an inner need? The experience of unfathomable powers is unmistakable, and so is the feeling of a web of some kind with filaments that radiate out into unknowable distances. Unsurprisingly, the spider is one of the most ancient symbols of fate.”
Liz Greene – The Astrology of Fate.
“Everything in the universe is connected by a weave of intricate strands. It is our fate or our destiny. Every choice we make in the present builds upon choices we have previously made. Every day we are shaping others’ destinies for generations to come. All lives are connected by a web of fate. Like in a spider web, each section of the web is a discreet part of the whole, yet the tiniest ensnared insect will set the entire web vibrating.”
“Whether the spider wins depends on how skilfully she has woven her web, how quickly she reacts, and the changes of the captured insect to struggle free. The web is a fate, but what the actors do upon it will decide the outcome.“
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Desde la incoherencia, impermanencia e imprudencia,
animalidad insensata y ciencia ficción
Desde lo dramático y lo absurdo,
era de aire y anhelos de paz
Desde las lejanías plutonianas y las profundidades marinas,
campos cuánticos y relojes de arena
Desde la irracionalidad, inestabilidad e inseguridad,
desde aquí hasta ti
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Yoga teacher says: “There’s nowhere to go. There’s nothing to do. There’s nothing to think. Breathe. You are stronger than you think.”
Dear body,
I have been working you out all my life. As a child, we did ballet, rhythm gymnastics, volleyball, and all types of team sports. It was the core of our playground.
We got absolutely hypnotized by Michael Jordan during our teens, so we consecrated several years to basketball. Despite affecting the scholar marks, it also saved us from drugs. It cost a few wrist and ankle sprains too.
We used to bike until the day we fell and needed stitches. Then, more than a decade later, a special one brought the love of riding back again, and now it is our means of transport.
We continued roller skating until the day we went down a road, and our leg’s skin was so abrased that we couldn’t wear long pants for a couple of weeks.
We enjoyed playing Sunday’s softball matches for a couple of years, but a kick swept us, breaking several of our knee ligaments. Chi kung and swimming provided a miraculous recovery.
We discovered the ectasis of body and mind communion when practicing rock climbing, but it also brought a few sprained fingers. The death of a lovely friend in the rocks stopped us from trying again.
We continued running throughout our whole life, with more or less consistency.
Dear body, at some point in between, we started to do yoga—nothing serious and more like an excuse to spend quality time with friends. We tried different styles, teachers, and locations. But, somehow, yoga resonates inside. It keeps the boat afloat throughout the mental tsunamis and the soul’s darkest nights. Yoga brings no more traumatic injuries, no more competition, and no more expectations. Just thoughts blowing away when the ceiling fans turn on, and tears transmute into drops of sweat.
Is yoga the way?
I do not know. But for us, now, this is the way.
Dear body, I used to think you were a painful, fat, and weak musculoskeletal system. Please, accept my sincere apologies. Despite everything I put you through, you recover from every single lesion. You use the pain to get out those things the mind unconsciously puts in but cannot throw out. You remind me to eat well, rest and sleep.
There are always two sides to the story, and I did not listen to yours (although you speak clearly and loudly) until the New Human Touch flourished.
You are my teacher, my temple, my source of energy, and no machine could ever be as magical, mysterious, and complex as you: the human body.
Please accept my love, and thank you for this lifetime.
Always yours,
“You know what is wrong with you, Miss who-ever-you-are? You are chicken. You have no guts. You are afraid to stick out your chin and say, “okay, life is a fact.” People do fall in love. People do belong to each other because that’s the only chance anybody’s got the real happiness. You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing and you are terrified somebody is going to stick you in a cage. Well, baby, you are already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it is not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas or in the east by Somaliland. It is wherever you go. Because no matter where you run. You just end up running into yourself.”
Blake Edwards, Breakfast at Tiffany’s 1961
“Y si alguna vez negociamos un mundo nuevo, queremos cafe para todos y todas, que ya van muchos siglos fregando tazas”
Gata Cattana – No Vine a Ser Carne –
Poetry is part of the human being, and no shelling will ever conquer that.
Poetry stays in the child that can save only one toy to run away across a humanitarian corridor. Poetry survives in a bombed apartment when her owner plays piano throUgh the rubble.
Bikram Yoga is similar but not the same as Hot Yoga
New human touch is still a toddler, barely walking but already wanting to fly.
That’s the energy of the terrible twos, so please be patient with its setbacks.
“(1) Everyone has the right to a standard of living adeqUate for the health and well-being of himself and of his family, including food, clothing, housing and medical care and necessary social services, and the right to security in the event of unemployment, sicKness, disability, widowhood, old age or otheR lack of livelihood in circumstAnces beyond his control.
(2) Motherhood and childhood are entitled to special care and assIstance. All children, whether borN in or out of wedlock, shall enjoy the same social protEction.”
“Do not try and bend the spoon. That’s impossible. Instead, only try to realize the truth:
There is no spoon.”
NHT
“If COP26 participants were really serious about solving the climate crisis, they should have made, at a minimum, the following pledges:
I found this blue piece of art in the street the day after my grandmother passed away. She was small and silent. She was a painter. She had faith. Nobody understood her, but her love was as pure and fragile as a glass heart. The RAIN section is dedicated to you, dear O.
Sorry, I couldn’t say goodbye, and thank you for sharing your heart.
“2020 was the International Year of the Nurse and Midwife with the vision of highlighting what nursing is in the modern era, and how nurses can light the way to universal health coverage and healthcare for all”
Frankie Wood.
Liverpool School of Tropical Medicine
A postcard from Alzheimer:
” Look, do you see this picture on my wall? It is my mother. Her name is Maria. Guess how many children she had? 16! and only one girl! I am the luckiest one. My brother went to the war instead of me and died the next day. I am a lucky one. I came here and travelled all over, including Alaska! Don’t worry about me, bella; I am going kuku; there is so much wind in my head; don’t worry about me, bella; I am a lucky one.”