Tu sais, je t'aime...

Un jour assez froid. Les nuages sont gris... et je me sens comme dormant. En fait, c'est ce qui j'ai fait. Mais, je quite ma maison pour acheter des musique et des vetemetes. J'ai oublie tout les chose importante... la liste d'achats et quelque chose avec mon adresse ecrivant sur ca. Alors je drois retourner chez moi et partier encore.

This looks interesting >>>

So Frenchy So Chic 2009.
(unofficial soundtrack for Alliance Francaise French Film Festival)


I bought two CDs. A double set of Kings of Leon (Youth and Young Manhood and Aha Shake Heartbreak) for $15 (JB Hi-Fi, I love you) and a Tegan and Sara album (This Business of Art) for $10. I think Tegan and Sara will grow on me but I already like Kings of Leon and regret not giving them a chance earlier on.


I love having new music. I got an email in the mail today pimping music and it read like this:

People might talk about making time to smell the roses, but the old adage could just as easily translate to finding time to hear new music - or old - as it does burying your face in petals. [...]

Think of music as a magical flying carpet. I do. It can take us anywhere, any time - with daydreams of far away lands, or places so close they feel like they're under our skin. Sometimes songs can convey experiences utterly removed from our own. At other times, they can crystalise a moment in time more perfectly than a sketch or photo, drawing intimate and visceral portraits with the most delicate of instrumental brushstrokes. Music is a ride of encounters; through it we find other people, other ways of thinking and seeing, other ways of seeing ourselves.


Nice one,

Cathrine

Music with a cause

I like this widget. It's cute. The CD on which these songs are found [Dark Was The Night] appears to be awesome too. I'm going to pick it up today in my travails on my day off. Woo! Day off! :D





Love,

Cathrine

Parfois...

Parfois...

Today was something different. I walked from the station while listening to music and I felt for a couple of seconds that I was in France and the signs and writing on people's shirts should be written in French. Why? Ah, I don't know. My mind is not turning over at a frantic pace with panic and stress. I feel time stretching out before me and it is delicious in it's liberty. I could go in any direction I choose. Tonight I'm chosing art. There's no reason why I can't create something beautiful either. I'm only limited by my imagination and ability, not necessarily time. I could take months on it... who's to say it should be a one sitting affair?

So I got a lot of music from Tom... and found a song called "Flame Trees" by Sarah Blasko. I wasn't impressed by her stuff I'd heard but this song hits me deep. Why? The title? But not really, because the songs were untitled on the CD... I love that a song called Flame Trees caught my imagination.


It's like swimming in a substance that couldn't possibly harm you but could very well drown you. It's enveloping... it's enchanting. Once, I would have been moved by poetry and books and love and now my life is full of other things, children and looks from upset boys over grasshoppers deaths and the frustration of lost clothing. It's the thrill of having the ability to handle 23 three and four year olds and orchestrate some beautiful moments for them to walk in. Or even just move smoothly from one activity to the next. Today I was a day where I could say "yeah, and I love my children" and actually mean it. One boy came back to the centre to say goodbye to me and was in tears because I'd not seen him leave or had the chance to say goodbye. This boy is one of my darlings who I had last year in the toddler room but it stunned me that he would be so upset that I overlooked him (unintentionally) in not saying goodbye. What can you say? I have some terribly off days, but then you have days like this and you think "I must be doing something right".


Sarah Blasko - Flame Trees




Love,

Cathrine

Music to fill the spaces, silence...

So today was good, and I am grateful. Sometimes you want to capture something, make something, put a stake in the ground and claim something... but that something is made from air, colour, light, sound. It won't be held.

I had moments today of pure awesome. A child doing finger painting and making all these marvelous shades of green with blue and yellow paint - so proudly and then discovering he can make brown too! Children singing songs to themselves that you only taught them last week (that you yourself don't know all the words to yet). Sometimes it's children coming over with a stack of precious, gold coins and handing them out to each of the children sitting with you in the book corner (so everyone can share/play) and then getting handed a gold coin yourself. The highlight of my day though was one of the boys coming back to give me (what I thought would be a hug) but what turned into a kiss on the cheek and a cheery "see you later!" before he went home. This from a boy who can push your buttons but who can also melt your heart.


I don't have music for it... but I like the last line.




so i'll clear the road, the gravel
and the thornbush in your path
that burns a scented oil
that i'll drip into your bath
the water's there to warm you
and the earth is warmer when you laugh

Iron and Wine - Lion's Mane



Night,

Cat

To Write Love On Her Arms.

An 'about' section I read on a FB group called "To Write Love On Her Arms". Doesn't this ring true?


To Write Love on Her Arms began in Orlando, FL in February 2006 as a (written) story, the true story of five days spent with a friend who was denied entry into a drug treatment center. The story was a look at those five days, and the t-shirts were printed and sold initially as a way to pay for our friend's treatment.

The vision is that we actually believe these things…

You were created to love and be loved. You were meant to live life in relationship with other people, to know and be known. You need to know that your story is important and that you're part of a bigger story. You need to know that your life matters.

We live in a difficult world, a broken world. My friend Byron is very smart - he says that life is hard for most people most of the time. We believe that everyone can relate to pain, that all of us live with questions, and all of us get stuck in moments. You need to know that you're not alone in the places you feel stuck.

We all wake to the human condition. We wake to mystery and beauty but also to tragedy and loss. Millions of people live with problems of pain. Millions of homes are filled with questions – moments and seasons and cycles that come as thieves and aim to stay. We know that pain is very real. It is our privilege to suggest that hope is real, and that help is real.

You need to know that rescue is possible, that freedom is possible, that God is still in the business of redemption. We're seeing it happen. We're seeing lives change as people get the help they need. People sitting across from a counselor for the first time. People stepping into treatment. In desperate moments, people calling a suicide hotline. We know that the first step to recovery is the hardest to take. We want to say here that it's worth it, that your life is worth fighting for, that it's possible to change.

Beyond treatment, we believe that community is essential, that people need other people, that we were never meant to do life alone.

The vision is that community and hope and help would replace secrets and silence.

The vision is people putting down guns and blades and bottles.

The vision is that we can reduce the suicide rate in America and around the world.

The vision is that we would learn what it means to love our friends, and that we would love ourselves enough to get the help we need.

The vision is better endings. The vision is the restoration of broken families and broken relationships. The vision is people finding life, finding freedom, finding love. The vision is graduation, a Super Bowl, a wedding, a child, a sunrise. The vision is people becoming incredible parents, people breaking cycles, making change.

The vision is the possibility that your best days are ahead.

The vision is the possibility that we're more loved than we'll ever know.

The vision is hope, and hope is real.

You are not alone, and this is not the end of your story.



Bugger trying to find meaning alone, either without other people or without God. It's a no win situation... but with both, how can you lose?

World, there are days when I wake up and I love you and I'm not afraid to step out and live in it. Today is one of those days. :)

/cheesyness

~Cathrine