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.
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.
That's awesome YG. I bet it feels good to know you helped someone achieve a big goal. It's always good when people turn around and thank those who helped them along the way. Wish more would do that.
Storm, i know i am late to the show, but those great Dane pictures made my heart melt.
Yabbit, random letters of appreciation are wonderful sounds like you helped change her life.
@PM yeah I saw that video for the first time as I watched the Kony video I won't lie, I cried while watching it, the happiness was too much!
I've been on such a high lately. That's what moves me. :D
I've been feeling this way for a while. I just haven't been able to share it with my loving VegWeb friends. Here's what I posted online yesterday (edited a bit for grammatical correctness):
I'm in one of my moods. I was just listening to Radiohead on the tram. I began to think of my time here in Portland and I still really love what I know of the town. On the tram, I began to think and feel that this place is really what my spirit needed. It may not be 100% due to the town but this town allows me to do the things I need to feel happy, peace and love.
Maybe I'm high on something? Haha!
As I just walked from the tram to the bookstore, I continued to listen to Radiohead. It was partly cloudy with occasional sunshine and occasional rain and mid-50's outside. Outside, I took in a deep breath and let it out, slowly.
I began to cry.
In fact, as I walk around the bookstore, I'm fighting back the tears now.
I'm not sad. I'm crying because I can say to you - I'm happy to be alive*.
Life is good. :)
* For anyone that knows me, it's taken me 29 years to put that sentence together.
This is the best thing to read ever.
And that asterisk is super important and I'm so glad that you feel this way! It's about time!
Don't worry, Josh, it took me over 40 to be able to say it.
My students move me. Miguel, the student who has driven me crazy for about 5 years...has realised that rap and Shakespeare share the same rhythms. He was listening to Public Enemy and he was like, "Holy Shit" (I quote), "That could be Queen Gertrude talking to me!" Gertrude was Hamlet's perfidious mother.
There's a tiny local bar where we stop once a week or so for a beer and a tapa. It's run by a White Russian lady who was a history professor back home, and I'm pretty sure she was fleeing her husband and ended up here. I thought I could cook until I met her. What that woman can do with a cabbage!! The girl who works with her is Rumanian, also a refugee. At the beginning of June we mentioned that the 30th is my BD and Nicoletta (the Rumanian) said something like, "Oh, I'll make my famous chocolate cake for that day." We went in last weekend, having discussed whether to really celebrate there, or go to the Indian place. I realised that Nicoletta has marked my BD on the big calendar, so she can remember to make cake!! Guess where we're going for lunch that day.
She told me that Margarita (the boss) had asked whose BD it was, and Nico said, "What do you care, you won't be here Saturday anyway!" She is enjoying keeping the "secret."
It moves me that she cares.
Today is my 50th BD and we went round to the Russian bar and both of the ladies were there. Margarita gave me a huge hug, and told me she loves me and how good a person I am and all like that. I haven't been hugged like that for years.
And the other day I woke up at 2.30 AM and couldn't go back to sleep so by 8 I went out for a walk before it got hot, and to get out of the apartment. On the way back I decided to stop by my BFF and give her a pair of scissors (which, yeah, I just happened to have in my purse) because she doesn't have one. She opened the door and said, "anna you are my guardian angel!" She was scared because the hosp called her and said the OB "wanted to see her and her husband". We talked and hugged and prayed for a while and then she went off to see what was up.Turned out that her regular DR was on vacation and the locum didn't know that she already knew about the Trisomia thing...and didn't check her history before calling her in.
I love it when I listen to my heart and do what it asks me to do.