contagious curiosity

feynmanR

Part eccentric, wholly genius and as a friend of mine excitedly stated the other day “He’s cooler than Snoopy!”; we should all pause to listen to this man’s infectious, radiating enthusiasm for the scientific side of life.

Ground-breaking and inspiring, with a speaker’s ease; Ladies and Gentlemen I give you, the late, Richard Feynman. A man who found wonder and beauty in every single thing.

Richard Feynman – Ode To A Flower from Fraser Davidson on Vimeo.

Or, if you prefer something with a little more drama, there are a mere 4 days left to catch The Challenger on BBC iPlayer. (William Hurt doesn’t do too shabby a portrayal either!)

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one photo. one poem.

Mirror | Geir Magne Sætre
Mirror | Geir Magne Sætre

I stumbled across these captivating words today.

The Invitation by Oriah

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

By Oriah ,
from the book The Invitation
published by HarperONE, San Francisco,
1999 All rights reserved

knots

Knotty threads | Carol Gilbert 2008

There are some days that are like knotty threads; and no matter how much I try to unravel them, there they stay staring blankly at me. I just have to remember to admire the texture they give the material of my life.

i dream of summer

First things first…
Gather a couple of good friends, dig out Harry Nilsson or Terrorvision, set volume to loud, have a dance around the kitchen and laugh!

Mmmargarita

Open the blender and add:

  • 240 -360ml of good tequila! (Don’t drink cheap tequila, it’s not worth the hangover – try 1800 Silver)
  • 120ml of Grand Marnier
  • Juice of 1 fresh lemon (yes, that’s a real lemon…no substitutes!) and the same again with 1 fresh lime
  • Fill up the blender with ice
  • Blend!
  • Juice a second lime onto a small plate & dip the rim of a chilled cocktail glass in it, then (dependant on preference) dip the coated glass rim into either salt or sugar
  • Decorate with a slice of lime

Pour in the deliciousness; sip & dream of summer!

Of course, if you don’t want to leave the kids out, why not make them some minty lemonade before you get too trolleyed!

Minty Lemonade

Ingredients

3/4 cup sugar
240ml fresh lemon juice (yes, yes here we go again real lemons!)
Water

Method

  • Gently heat the sugar and 240ml of water in a small saucepan, stirring occasionally until the sugar is dissolved completely.
  • Whilst the sugar is dissolving, juice approx. 6 lemons (equal to about one cup of juice).
  • Pour the lemon juice and sugar water into a jug and add 720-960ml of cold water (to desired strength).
  • Add a few sprigs of mint (crush the leaves gently to release the flavour) into the jug and refrigerate for about 30 minutes.

Serve with ice & a slice of lemon.

Serves 6

Oh come on summer…I be needin’ your warmth and caress!

a Sorren concept

With works that inspire the imagination in all of us, Joe Sorren captures innocence, melancholy, a gentle strength, surrealism and transformation with a rich and vibrant fairytale-like palette that draws you in.

A big thank you to RK for introducing me to his work.

Here are a couple of my favourites.

In Her Silent Way | Joe Sorren

Mother and Child | Joe Sorren
Brother Constantine | Joe Sorren

memories are made of this

Winter Sunrise from Lone Pine | Ansel Adams

The single most important component of a camera is the twelve inches behind it.
Ansel Adams

That, is art.

But sometimes that quirky, slightly fuzzy snapshot that reminds you of the sights, sounds and smells of a moment in time, is the best photograph in the world!

That is life.

a little Billie, a lot Peyroux


Today a friend sent me digging through my music to listen to Leonard Cohen‘s Dance Me to the End of Love; which actually I happen to like! But…if you know the track, and you have a single jazz-blues bone in your body, you should really take a listen to the wonderfully soft, sibilant voice of Madeleine Peyroux weaving her melodic way through the same words. Then, listen to I’m alright, Weary Blues & Don’t Wait Too Long.

“sounds so much like Ms. Holiday” I hear people exclaim; and yes she resonates with a similar depth and style, but Peyroux is entirely herself.