What moves you?
I was thinking about this topic when I was driving home tonight. What moves you? Sure..a lot of us post what grinds our gears or makes us smile, frown, proud, and feel slanty. But what moves you? What, at the end of the day, touches your core and refreshes you?
Is there an object? A quote? An action? A song? A memory? What moves you to have that moment of inner peace..where things are aligned? Obviously, these things can change based on where you are that day or time in your life. I'll start.
Two things for today:
1) I listened to Barber's "Adagio for Strings" again tonight. Each time I listen to it, it just reaches me and will sometimes move me to tears. It just helps me sigh and realize it's okay.
2) I've posted my anger with my dad here in the forums. Tonight he called me and we talked. He's moved to another state and to another company because he wanted to change his direction and outlook on life. It's hard to fully describe. But, for once, my dad said "yes" to life and chose to go for it.
As I thought about this topic and the news of my dad challenging himself to get out of his rut, it moved me. My dad sounded so happy on the phone. He's scared it won't work but he's ready for the challenges. At this moment in time, I'm actually proud of my dad.
I want to date a breathtakingly gorgeous woman with a wonderfully-beautiful soul. *sigh*
good luck in your journey with humans...
Storm, that video is awesome. I never realised that bats ate nectar!
Also...wow. A spider as big as a hummngbird. Yes, I realise that hummers are tiny but wow. To see them together and the same size. Goodness.
Storm <3 have you seen Vanishing of the Bees?
Lily is a Great Dane that has been blind since a bizarre medical condition required that she have both eyes removed.
For the last 5 years, Maddison, another Great Dane, has been her sight.
The two are, of course, inseparable.
Dogs.....so much better than most humans.
Aw, that's so cute! I :)>>> great danes.
Getting so lost in a painting that you don't realize you've been working without a break for over 6 hours.
That is one of my favorite feelings ever, when you just lose yourself to the paint and the canvas and you forget about the world completely.
Also included in a moving feeling that can (to a certain extent) be calculated:
Standing in front of any Mark Rothko, Clyfford Still, Joan Mitchell, or Helen Frankenthaler painting. Any of them, the bigger the better. I'd highly suggest this activity, as you're guaranteed a reaction.
Most of the Mark Rothkos I've seen are tear jerkers, because they're just so wonderful.
I can't even draw and this used to happen to me when I tried, IA. Time just went. Shame about my results though. I aaaalways wanted to be a great artist or musician. Took me a looong time to realise that enthusiasm is not talent, but that I can enjoy the enthusiasm anyway.
Josh being in Portland again moves me. No, srsly, for realz.
Such class, such awesome, such moxie. :)>>>
what moves me.... um my legs :-D yep thats all I could come up with after a few minutes of thinking, no sleep for over a day now LOL
crusty. riot. grrrls.
My students move me.
My student who decided to go for her masters even though she has 3 kids under 9 had to write a friendly letter. She wrote one to me, to thank me for helping her get back her self-esteem by finishing her BA and helping her feel that she could do graduate school and get a job even though she's 41 and a mom.
She says I'm a good teacher.
People unhinge me.