Staying with the latest theme of passion and women of a certain age, I am repeating this post (hey, recycling is always good!) from July. Good videos get lost as they move down the line and I've been thinking of Cyndi's version of this song lately, a song written by another vibrant, creative, fabulous woman of a certain age. As a performer and woman, Cyndi has definitely evolved and moved beyond her original persona. Would that a certain pop queen of late do the same....Brit honey, here's a tip...life really DOES get better as we age and gather wisdom, it's just gonna take ya some time, but you'll get there!
"Before Britney was a Pop Queen, there were singers like Cyndi Lauper -- yes, I mean Cyndi Lauper who sang "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun." I remember being blown away by Cyndi's cover of Joni Mitchell's song "Carey" in a television tribute to Joni. I found the video on YouTube and was blown away again as I watched Cyndi become one with the song...everything comes together in a perfect musical moment. Cyndi has total connection to the music, to her band, to herself, and to the moment. The look on her face when she dances is the way I feel when you hit that sweet spot in vinyasa and you feel like you're the only one in the room and it all comes together, body-mind-spirit."
And if you'd like to read my previous posts about wild women and crones, check out here and here
Feel good on Friday, y'all!
Be peace and be here now.
shanti
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21 September 2007
03 July 2007
just because
Before Britney was a Pop Queen, there were singers like Cyndi Lauper -- yes, I mean Cyndi Lauper who sang "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun." I remember being blown away by Cyndi's cover of Joni Mitchell's song "Carey" in a television tribute to Joni. I found the video on YouTube and was blown away again as I watched Cyndi become one with the song...everything comes together in a perfect musical moment. Cyndi has total connection to the music, to her band, to herself, and to the moment. The look on her face when she dances is the way I feel when you hit that sweet spot in vinyasa and you feel like you're the only one in the room and it all comes together, body-mind-spirit.
I also found this video of my man Leonard Cohen singing his classic "Suzanne" in a 1979 German concert. I call Leonard Cohen "my man" because when I was a young hippie chick in high school in the early '70s, I loved Leonard Cohen and his poetry. I wanted to run away and live with him on the Greek island where he lived at the time.
One day we had a substitute English teacher and she asked us to bring in our favorite poem or book, so I read a Cohen poem where he wrote "beneath my hands your small breasts are the upturned bellies of breathing fallen sparrows." I loved the image, but the sub scowled at me and said there were some things that were too "mature" for a high school English class. Yeah, that was me, always contrary to ordinary.
I wrote poetry back then and my boyfriend's best friend gave me Cohen's book The Spice-Box of Earth. I still have this book, the pages yellowed and falling out, dated "Xmas 1970", with his inscription on the inside front cover: "'I'd like to buy you everything, a wooden bird with painted wings, a window filled with painted rings...', but then I'd be playing into the hands of the profit merchants, so I hope this book of beauty will be enough. He's one of my favorite authors. Rich." After all these years I still wonder what happened to him.
I know this post has nothing to do with yoga or India or Buddhism, but since yoga is about life, maybe it does in a way. You look back and think fondly of old lovers and friends and remember the chances you lost, the "next times" that never came -- the opportunities as Rimpoche spoke about -- and it suddenly hits you that YES!, this life IS precious and it is a sin (to use Christian terminology) to waste our present moments with judgments, negative obsessions, worrying about who says what about us, and holding onto that samsaric wheel afraid to let go.
Let go. Detach from the outcome. It's time for me to do some pruning again...
shanti
I also found this video of my man Leonard Cohen singing his classic "Suzanne" in a 1979 German concert. I call Leonard Cohen "my man" because when I was a young hippie chick in high school in the early '70s, I loved Leonard Cohen and his poetry. I wanted to run away and live with him on the Greek island where he lived at the time.
One day we had a substitute English teacher and she asked us to bring in our favorite poem or book, so I read a Cohen poem where he wrote "beneath my hands your small breasts are the upturned bellies of breathing fallen sparrows." I loved the image, but the sub scowled at me and said there were some things that were too "mature" for a high school English class. Yeah, that was me, always contrary to ordinary.
I wrote poetry back then and my boyfriend's best friend gave me Cohen's book The Spice-Box of Earth. I still have this book, the pages yellowed and falling out, dated "Xmas 1970", with his inscription on the inside front cover: "'I'd like to buy you everything, a wooden bird with painted wings, a window filled with painted rings...', but then I'd be playing into the hands of the profit merchants, so I hope this book of beauty will be enough. He's one of my favorite authors. Rich." After all these years I still wonder what happened to him.
I know this post has nothing to do with yoga or India or Buddhism, but since yoga is about life, maybe it does in a way. You look back and think fondly of old lovers and friends and remember the chances you lost, the "next times" that never came -- the opportunities as Rimpoche spoke about -- and it suddenly hits you that YES!, this life IS precious and it is a sin (to use Christian terminology) to waste our present moments with judgments, negative obsessions, worrying about who says what about us, and holding onto that samsaric wheel afraid to let go.
Let go. Detach from the outcome. It's time for me to do some pruning again...
shanti
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