Tag: poetry
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Yoga Legend Offers 7 Ways To Make Morning Time Your Favorite
Most people dread the moment the alarm clock goes off having to fight their way out of bed to start the day. But what if you could turn morning time into your favorite time of the day, where waking up is actually easy and more enjoyable? Yoga legend Aadil Palkhivala, known across the world as…
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Art Meets Politics Via China Pirate Video Underground
Ukrainian music the world needs to hear Recent Ukrainian laws requiring that one in four songs on the radio be Ukrainian, not Russian or any other language, have met resistance from DJ’s who claim there is just not enough local talent. Ukrainian linguist and music lover Vira Vyrśka says there is plenty to choose from and…
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Vision Quest Poetry Inspired By Spirit And Landscape Of Scotland
In her youth, Wendy E. Slater found her greatest gift of expression in poetry- and then went dormant. Years later, on a trip to Scotland, the fount reopened. She had been through a crucible of chronic illness that forever changed her, launching Slater on a quest for meaning and life reexamination. That quest opened a…
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Through Mediums of Painting and Written Narrative, FLY shares Tales of Tremendous Strength and Courage
Los Angeles, USA – FLY has launched a one-of-a-kind artistic-inspirational campaign on Kickstarter, presenting the world’s first ‘pen & ink’ art book, solely designed to inspire and uplift its readers. Using pen and ink portraits and written narrative, FLY tells the stories of known and unknown human beings who dazzled the world against all odds,…
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Touching Is Our First Form Of Communication
The moment we become parents we use our sense of touch to communicate with our brand new baby. I will never forget that first moment in my each of my babies lives, when they started to experience and explore the world completely independently of me. The first thing I did was reach out to…
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Remembering The Children Of Terezin
The first thing I noticed was the pebbles. There had to be a hundred. Maybe more. All perched lovingly atop the unmarked grave. I took a deep breath and went closer. Each step taken with respect. To those underneath the pebbles, their families, their communities, their lives. Time stopped. I knelt. My hand reached out.…