i'm so tired.
i'm so nervous.
i'm so excited.
i'm so packed.
i'm so gonna blog about this adventure with pictures as soon as i get back.
ttfn -- ta ta for now.
17.2.07
here i am.
i'm so tired.
i'm so nervous.
i'm so excited.
i'm so packed.
i'm so gonna blog about this adventure with pictures as soon as i get back.
ttfn -- ta ta for now.
16.2.07
why i am going to new york for reading week, part 1.
Thought of the Week:
The Significance of Singing and Vocal Study
As a product of organic movement, voice involves the entire respiratory tract from the pelvis to the palatals. Thus, involvement in phonation not only produces sounds, but sounds which, once produced, are capable of releasing the self on both an emotional and intellectual plane. More importantly, from earliest periods of development to the highest level of singing as an art, this function makes contact with psychic forces within us which are profoundly spiritual and therefore universal.
In the original meaning of the Greek word psyche, the term was identified with breath, life and spirit, not, as presently thought, with some kind of mental problem. It is evident, therefore, that 'voice' is not just some form of exhibitionism or entertainment, but a revelation of the self and an inner desire to make contact with what is described by some as that 'other,' or 'otherness.'
In singing, the entire respiratory tract is engaged and becomes transformed into a musical instrument. David Ffrangcon-Davies was not only correct from a technical standpoint when he said, "I do not sing, my voice sings me," but by saying so, indicated an awareness of a spontaneous utterance born of freely expressed thoughts and feelings through the medium of sound. Revealed through those sounds is a self whose richness and profundity is transmitted through a medium of expression inseparable from the Greek concept of psyche as breath, life and spirit, a self which rises above mundane distractions embodied in a materialistic society.
This, in my opinion, is why we sing, because, as our American poet, Walt Whitman wrote, "There is something in me I know not of, but I know it is in me." To me music and singing are a quest for those spiritual dimensions which go beyond materialistic concerns and, indeed, even word meanings. As long as we remain aware of that unknown something within us we will, hopefully, come to some small understanding of the divine, which as a great theologian some centuries ago wisely observed, "If I am able to have any perception of the divine, then there must be some divinity within me."
We may not know what that divinity is, or simply choose to think about that 'other' in any one of a great number of ways; but it exists as an undeniable reality. Thus, there will always be those among us who seek that special dimension and will to the best of our ability deal with a materialistic society, balancing things out by learning to free the voice. How can that be? Simply because, by freeing the voice, the motility of the organs of respiration which produce it will have been restored to their natural state. It is that freedom, to whatever degree one will have attained it, which, by "washing us thoroughly" will enrich our lives and teach us how to deal more effectively and without compromise with the material world in which we live.
-- cornelius l. reid
The Significance of Singing and Vocal Study
As a product of organic movement, voice involves the entire respiratory tract from the pelvis to the palatals. Thus, involvement in phonation not only produces sounds, but sounds which, once produced, are capable of releasing the self on both an emotional and intellectual plane. More importantly, from earliest periods of development to the highest level of singing as an art, this function makes contact with psychic forces within us which are profoundly spiritual and therefore universal.
In the original meaning of the Greek word psyche, the term was identified with breath, life and spirit, not, as presently thought, with some kind of mental problem. It is evident, therefore, that 'voice' is not just some form of exhibitionism or entertainment, but a revelation of the self and an inner desire to make contact with what is described by some as that 'other,' or 'otherness.'
In singing, the entire respiratory tract is engaged and becomes transformed into a musical instrument. David Ffrangcon-Davies was not only correct from a technical standpoint when he said, "I do not sing, my voice sings me," but by saying so, indicated an awareness of a spontaneous utterance born of freely expressed thoughts and feelings through the medium of sound. Revealed through those sounds is a self whose richness and profundity is transmitted through a medium of expression inseparable from the Greek concept of psyche as breath, life and spirit, a self which rises above mundane distractions embodied in a materialistic society.
This, in my opinion, is why we sing, because, as our American poet, Walt Whitman wrote, "There is something in me I know not of, but I know it is in me." To me music and singing are a quest for those spiritual dimensions which go beyond materialistic concerns and, indeed, even word meanings. As long as we remain aware of that unknown something within us we will, hopefully, come to some small understanding of the divine, which as a great theologian some centuries ago wisely observed, "If I am able to have any perception of the divine, then there must be some divinity within me."
We may not know what that divinity is, or simply choose to think about that 'other' in any one of a great number of ways; but it exists as an undeniable reality. Thus, there will always be those among us who seek that special dimension and will to the best of our ability deal with a materialistic society, balancing things out by learning to free the voice. How can that be? Simply because, by freeing the voice, the motility of the organs of respiration which produce it will have been restored to their natural state. It is that freedom, to whatever degree one will have attained it, which, by "washing us thoroughly" will enrich our lives and teach us how to deal more effectively and without compromise with the material world in which we live.
-- cornelius l. reid
12.2.07
tyson is here.
dee and i baked good things tonight.
well, she made gingersnaps and i'm making oatmeal & chocolate chip blondies (caramel brownies) -- i think my batter was wrong, but...hopefully it will work out.
i'm trying to show tyson how posting on blogger.com is easier than on xanga.com.
here's a picture to show the ease of picture-blogging:
So, Tyson, are you convinced?
Tyson?
*Tyson runs off to start a Blogger.com account/blog*
Ah...another blogger converted.
:)
well, she made gingersnaps and i'm making oatmeal & chocolate chip blondies (caramel brownies) -- i think my batter was wrong, but...hopefully it will work out.
i'm trying to show tyson how posting on blogger.com is easier than on xanga.com.
here's a picture to show the ease of picture-blogging:
So, Tyson, are you convinced?
Tyson?
*Tyson runs off to start a Blogger.com account/blog*
Ah...another blogger converted.
:)
3.2.07
30.1.07
oooh D.O.M.S.
delayed
onset
muscle
soreness
3km run on Monday.
bike 6km today -- into the wind and snow (i missed the bus).
1 hour of pilaga -- go my abs, go!
4 walks up the hill -- not so fun. go, lobbying for my PE credit, go!
onset
muscle
soreness
3km run on Monday.
bike 6km today -- into the wind and snow (i missed the bus).
1 hour of pilaga -- go my abs, go!
4 walks up the hill -- not so fun. go, lobbying for my PE credit, go!
26.1.07
it's over!
the triumph.
the elation.
the height of my hair.
the (4) bouquets on my kitchen table.
the exhaustion.
the joy.
the embraces.
the voice.
the memory.
the feeling.
i have officiall sung my junior recital.
pictures to follow -- the beauty.
thank you to those who came -- quite honestly a dream come true to be so surrounded. these are the moments when i remember...this is what i came here for.
love.
the elation.
the height of my hair.
the (4) bouquets on my kitchen table.
the exhaustion.
the joy.
the embraces.
the voice.
the memory.
the feeling.
i have officiall sung my junior recital.
pictures to follow -- the beauty.
thank you to those who came -- quite honestly a dream come true to be so surrounded. these are the moments when i remember...this is what i came here for.
love.
21.1.07
action plan...
team action plan is off to a good start. I've been to the gym twice, once was RuNNinG on the TRACK -- I haven't really run since July. WOW that felt SO GOOD. Now my ankle hurts a bit, but not too much. Pilaga started too.
I've had lots of salads, and veggies. Not really any bread or pasta...or juice. Water all the time though.
My attitude is changing too -- that this has to be for the longterm, investing in my life, as much as it is seeking immediate change. Well, "immediate".
Mmm...it's so true that taking steps toward accomplishing a goal makes it seem so much more manageable. I RAN!! I'm ready to take on the world now.
Or at least a set of Mozart songs for my recital.
18.1.07
14.1.07
tyson has to read this poem for school. i read it in 2nd year.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89).
Pied Beauty
GLORY be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
Pied Beauty
GLORY be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
8.1.07
5.1.07
jayda!
me and jayda are chillin' in my room.
so here she is: just in case you haven't seen her before.
from L to R is: deanna, jayda, me.
happy saturday.
so here she is: just in case you haven't seen her before.
from L to R is: deanna, jayda, me.
happy saturday.
back in the windy flat lands.
hey ya'll.
I am back in Lethbridge, moved in, going to class, singing opera, and fighting (in love) to have the heat in the house turned up. Heh.
Mmm...
here's a picture. Which is kind of like on dvd's when so-and-so says "here's a deleted scene" in the deleted scenes bonus feature -- but since when is stating the obvious a crime?
I'm hiding under the HUGE box of chocolates we got last Christmas (2005) -- and we got one again this year. Sheesh. For a family of slow-moderate metabolizers, this isn't the BEST idea -- but it IS a delicious one.
TGIF!!
I am back in Lethbridge, moved in, going to class, singing opera, and fighting (in love) to have the heat in the house turned up. Heh.
Mmm...
here's a picture. Which is kind of like on dvd's when so-and-so says "here's a deleted scene" in the deleted scenes bonus feature -- but since when is stating the obvious a crime?
I'm hiding under the HUGE box of chocolates we got last Christmas (2005) -- and we got one again this year. Sheesh. For a family of slow-moderate metabolizers, this isn't the BEST idea -- but it IS a delicious one.
TGIF!!
2.1.07
happy new year
2007 it is.
i will turn 25.
there will be a big pary. in may. but be prepared.
i will write new songs.
i will eat 1 big salad every day.
i will struggle to accomplish the things my heart desires.
i will breathe in peace to accomplish the things my heart desires.
i will kick ass at my recital.
i will fly to new york.
i will meet a legend.
i will call mikael once a week.
i will send email updates.
i will freely say 'i love you' to those who need to know.
i will follow the promptings to phone, write letters, drop in, or just say hi.
i will.
love.
25.12.06
Christmas!
merry christmas to all!
this is my 12-day-old friend hannah.
she's beautiful -- here with her parents david and nola.
mmm....
it is so good to be home. sometimes i forget what great love is here -- there's so much to connect to, people to connect with...
new ideas:
: 1 year dance school @ ft.langley ywam base when uleth degree is gotten.
: start (or join?) a community house when I move back here.
: team action plan (ideas for 1st meeting) -- well lots of ideas for that.
: travel with Mikael before she gets married.
: spend a couple weeks @ house of prayer in Kansas (or a month?), [possibly with brother ben].
: spend a week in Victoria when I get home in the spring.
:)
this is my 12-day-old friend hannah.
she's beautiful -- here with her parents david and nola.
mmm....
it is so good to be home. sometimes i forget what great love is here -- there's so much to connect to, people to connect with...
new ideas:
: 1 year dance school @ ft.langley ywam base when uleth degree is gotten.
: start (or join?) a community house when I move back here.
: team action plan (ideas for 1st meeting) -- well lots of ideas for that.
: travel with Mikael before she gets married.
: spend a couple weeks @ house of prayer in Kansas (or a month?), [possibly with brother ben].
: spend a week in Victoria when I get home in the spring.
:)
11.12.06
5 more sleeps.
5 sleeps.
1 WebCT exam.
1 jury.
1 written exam.
3 coffee dates.
1 sleepover in Calgary.
1 gift exchange.
1 miniature tree to decorate.
=
stuff I have to do before I get home.
merry christmas.
8.12.06
woohoo!!
I beat the registrar's office!!
I registered in a reserved (not for me) course!
woohoo!!!
oh, the things that excite the registering student...
5.12.06
tony the psychologist?
I had a whole post about my lesson today, and something Tony pointed out to me, and how I've been thinking about it ever since...
but that was too personal.
Instead, this picture of a dancer...with hairy legs, and awesome socks.
Hmm...
but that was too personal.
Instead, this picture of a dancer...with hairy legs, and awesome socks.
Hmm...
1.12.06
high times, hard times, sometimes the livin' is sweet.
i'm going to new york city.
wow.
february 2007.
new york...city.
the big apple.
i'll be there.
it's like some sort of a pilgrimmage.
25.11.06
aspirations.
at this point, i won't be a professional dancer, especially not a ballerina.
too tall, too big, too awkward, too many years not training seriously -- and too much invested in singing.
:)
those limitations aside, i can dance. i can buy a new pair of magical pink leather slippers, and i can dance.
there's a ballet class on tuesday nights next semester, and i think i'm going to take it. it's a night of bussing across the bridge, but i think there'd be some sort of 'childhood' type romance in getting on the bus with my dance bag, rushing into the studio cold, only to enjoy and hour of dreams come to life.
*sighs*
i've done it before -- why not do it again?
too tall, too big, too awkward, too many years not training seriously -- and too much invested in singing.
:)
those limitations aside, i can dance. i can buy a new pair of magical pink leather slippers, and i can dance.
there's a ballet class on tuesday nights next semester, and i think i'm going to take it. it's a night of bussing across the bridge, but i think there'd be some sort of 'childhood' type romance in getting on the bus with my dance bag, rushing into the studio cold, only to enjoy and hour of dreams come to life.
*sighs*
i've done it before -- why not do it again?
