I'm uploading images from lightroom into photoshop to edit, which takes a while, so I've had time to channel surf on tv. Bopping around, I ran across this techno-dance-trance music thats great to compute to and keep your attention up and running.
So, half paying attn, I look up and see the biggest concert I've personally laid eyes on. Impressive, so I wait to see who is in the middle of all the hubub. Believe it or not, he is what America would consider a dork- :) (LOL, I mean this in a respectful way, wait and see.)
So, here is this guy most of us wouldn't give a second glance to at a gas station, in what looks like a WalMart sale-shirt, hopping up and down, looks like he can't even dance, yet he's flying his freak flag in the middle of 250,000 people and they're all dancing to HIS music. Who is the guy? Fatboy Slim-- and the concert is the Big Beach Boutique II. I'd never heard of him, but apparently, he's huge across the big pond.
But I sat here in between uploads, mesmerized by the music and the happiness this quarter of a million or so people shared... it struck me why it looked so weird~ they all looked authentic and authentically happy. (Altho they were privy to more chemicals than all the companies on Industrial Avenue combined, it was something to see this unvain fellow up there shaking his wares and making all these people dance.)
Feeling good about yourself no matter what package you come in, this is what British fame looks like. Unlike an American shin-dig, there were no big fake teeth or other big fake things ;) and this guy hadn't had any face lifts or collagen injections. So completely diggable, I am proud to see a place like this, and a person like him- existing.
While I've had time to sit here, do computer work and look around, its sad what media has convinced us just to make money off us: that we need to work until we have no life left.... to afford teeth whitening, plastic surgery, diets and exercise fads to look like these fake airbrushed folks on tv. It was so refreshing to see these beautiful people hanging around an ordinary Joe with an extraordinary beat. Nice model for awh.
Anniversaries of the Heart. I read about this in Sarah's Simple Abundance book, one of the most influential books to teach awareness, positivity and mindfulness through simple methods- imho. She teaches how to see that even during storms of life, living and loving and joy still exists. Her essay about Anniversaries of the Heart discusses the smell of food cooking during a time of the year that brings back memories to a contented time or it could be the seriousness of a passing of a loved one. But something triggers an emotional transportation, sometimes serene, sometimes not.
One of my anniversaries was yesterday- it was my Dad's birthday. I didn't remember the day, but the day remembered me~ I was sad, emotionally touchy and distracted. We had a complicated and strained relationship and he's gone now.
Something about the weather never changes (besides it being hot) on his birthday, its the light and the colors of the earth, the smell of the air and length of day. It feels like a hilltop that opens up the view across a countryside after walking up a too steep climb to the top... and now its over and the rest is downhill. Coasting comes as a welcome relief, even though tired feet had rather rest.
Speaking of Simple Abundance, she has info about the gratitude journal here. The Gratitude Journal is something that was a wonderful part of my life that I'm looking forward to picking back up.
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