liverish: adjective β’ unhappy and bad-tempered (cooling the liver improves it βΊοΈ)
There once was a mouse from Cabella Who was quite a miserβblβ fellaβ. He fell in the River, Jumped out all aβshiver, And found that heβd healed his liver!
When I turned fifteen, half-a-century ago TODAYπ β back in the era of Rock’n’RollπΈ β this is how I thought I would look now! (Rock-Star saving the World with MUSICπΆ β¦ didn’t quite work out that wayπ)
I’m considering applying for the job of playing James Bond in the upcoming movies. What do you think my chances are of being accepted for the position? Too old? Too tall? Too non-violent? Too silly? Too Canadian? ….
Itβs never too late to follow your dreams. I once told a friend of ours, a classical music conductor here in Vienna, that before I die, Iβd love to be able to professionally sing a song and accompany myself simultaneously on the piano. He laughed and exclaimed, Before you die! Why donβt you do it right now? That was over ten years ago. I never tried. Itβs been forty-three years since I stopped playing piano and took up drumming. In June of 1969 I got the highest mark in Vancouver at grade one level piano with the Toronto Royal Conservatory, and at age fourteen completed eight of ten grades after just 3 1/2Β years of some (almost) daily practice. I remember later, as a wayward teenager, sitting in my momβs living room with the headphones on listening to Stevie Wonder pour out his magic, thinking β and feeling β how wonderful it would be to do that. Sometimes I would cry when the feeling became too real. I never completely lost that feeling, but it ended up getting buried deep down. OftenΒ we have to just keep plodding along until our inner skies clear, and the sun finally comes out. I could never have imagined that someday far away, when I was getting very close to oldness, I would finally have enough spontaneity and self-respect to simply open a piano and play around with it, at the same time opening my heart through my voice. The weight of old patterns in us may be an illusion, waiting for a fresh breeze to come around and disperse it. I guess we really can reach that legendary state of Second Childhood. Never wait too long to amble forward and peek around that next bend. Something delicious your soulβs been thirsting for might be shining there, out where the buffalo roam!
I couldn’t resist posting this video of a good friend over here in Vienna, recently sharing the experience of YOGA (inner connection) on TV with the studio audience, and thousands of people at home.
Try it, and see if you can also feel that ancient ‘cool breeze’ which is becoming familiar and life changing to millions in modern times.
… and here’s dear old Reinhold after sharing self-realization (yoga) with the Crown Prince of Ras Al Khaimah.
(ANYONE can give and receive this essential, natural inner-awakening!)
Self-realization in the Middle East
… and β while I’m at it β here are some friends (more sahaja yogis) with the newly re-elected President of Austria, last Sunday …
Just popped in spontaneously and noticed that I haven’t posted anything since the 8th of December, 2009! Well, it was a productively crazy end of a year, and an equally busy new beginning, but there can be no excuses. What was my New Year’s resolution again? Hmmmmm … oh, yeah: UNINTERRUPTED CREATIVE WRITING! So, we’ll be getting together again before my birthday on February 3 (send love) to get on with some more uplifting zanyality-versus-reality intro and outro spections! (promise!)
