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Thursday Morning Melody: Sydney (I’ll Come Running)

“…whenever you feel unhappy
All you have to do is call me
I can make you laugh.”

The first time I heard this song, I was at the LAX baggage claim. I heard this wobbly voice sing “Straight from the airport, I’ll come runnin’. Cut through the customs line, I’ll come runnin’.” It probably says something about my modern understanding of relationships when my first thought was “you’d cut through the customs line? That’s serious love!”

Brett Dennen‘s “Sydney (I’ll Come Running)” is our Thursday Morning Melody because it feels like the best way to start a day. But even if you’re anti-music, make sure you watch a couple of Brett’s wilderness survival videos. For disclaimer purposes, please know that these videos are unlikely to help you survive anything. Maybe instead you could just go see him on tour instead.

Have a song you think you should be featured in our Thursday Morning Melody column? Tell us in the comments below or send it to editor@intent.com!

There is no reason to think

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 There is no need to think. I said that once, I thought it often (yes, I see the contradiction here) and I stand by it.

There is never any need to think.

It is hard to accept this idea, I know. One goes straight to working, making, fixing, planning. The everyday tasks organized by mind, by thoughts, by explanations and definitions, by understanding.

I go somewhere else. I go to the place from which life is created. From which my life is being created. This place is not one of thinking, but of being. And of experiencing.

I was there when I chose to move to California. I said “yes” in jest without a minute of hesitation, yet I arrived at San Francisco airport three months later.

I was there when I realized I wanted to marry Christopher, though I’d known him only for three weeks. I thought about dolphins and whales at the time when this realization descended upon me.

I was there yesterday when, lost in pain and confusion, I could not see a way out. “Love” came the solution. Not figured out, not thought out, not devised nor contrived.

There was no thinking involved. There was never any thinking involved in the key moments of my life. The most crucial choices were not the result of a careful deliberation but of a sudden, clear and undeniable experience.

An experience, not understanding.

And if this way, this way of taking the most important steps, lead me to happiness and comfort — surely taking the smallest steps in this way will bring nothing else.

Surely there is never any need to think.

More by Pausha Foley:

It’s You.

Is happiness a myth?

Don’t give your power away.

See more at http://sticksandstories.com/no-reason-to-think/

Thursday Morning Melody: Into the Spin

dessa1Margret Wander, better known by her stage name Dessa, is a singer, songwriter and so much more. She is among those musicians who can honestly call herself an artist and creator, wielding many “instruments” of creation. She sings; she writes (poetry, fiction and nonfiction); she teaches; she raps; she performs spoken word. She’s a creative force, the truth of which will quickly become apparent when you start watching her videos and listening to her music.

Hailing for Minneapolis, Minnesota, Dessa is a member of hip hop collective Doomtree, along with rappers P.O.S., Cecil Otter, Sims, and others. Influenced by these styles, her music incorporates aspects of rap, blues, hip-hop, and pop, creating a sound that is uniquely her own.

Oh, and for the record, she has a degree in Philosophy from the University of Minnesota. So she pretty much couldn’t get any cooler.

Enjoy this beautiful and poetic song, “Into the Spin” off her album Castor, the Twin:

So here we go back again
Slow climb but quick to descend
Arms out, arms out
Turn into the spin
It’s lovely and brief
With just gravity and me.

And if we choose to fall,
Who’s to say it isn’t flight?
So here we go back again
It’s lovely and brief
With just gravity and me.

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This post is part of  our Thursday Morning Melody series. Every Thursday we feature the music video and lyrics to a song that touches us deeply. If there’s a melody you wish to share with the Intent community, please share it with us in the comments below! Click here to listen to past Thursday Morning Melodies.

Thursday Morning Melody: Brother

Matt-Corby-4There’s something about a good male falsetto to melt our hearts and make the air shimmer. We heard James Blake’s last week, and this week we bring to you Australian maestro Matt Corby.

Born November 7, 1990, this 22-year-old hasn’t wasted a minute in his musical career. From 2007 when he went on Australian Idol and won second place, to this past spring when he dropped his single “Resolution,” Corby has released four albums – three under indie record label Communion. He’s a talented singer and musician, a gifted songwriter, and an inspired lyricist. We hope you enjoy this stripped down version of Corby’s hit “Brother,” off his latest album, Into the Flame.

Sleep now under my skin
Make sure you’ll try to
Conjure the wind
And ease my mind

Ooh ooh ooh…

Somebody call out to your brother
He’s calling out your name
Ooh ooh ooh
Hiding under the covers
With no one else to blame
Ooh ooh ooh
You couldn’t help out your own neighbor
You couldn’t tell it to his face
You were f***ed up by the blame

You cower in the corner
Confide in your father
Let it out and say
Let it pass away

Sleep now under my skin
Make sure you try to
Conjure the wind
And ease my mind

And I said
Ooh ooh ooh…

Somebody call out to your brother
He’s calling out your name
Ooh ooh ooh
Hiding under the covers
With no one else to blame
Ooh ooh ooh
You couldn’t help out your own neighbor
You couldn’t tell it to his face
You were f***ed up by the blame

You cower in the corner
Confide in your father
Let it out and say

You cower in the corner
Confide in your father
Let it break your day
Let it out and say

Wait there
Pull yourself out of this state dear
Acknowledge you were a fake here
From there on you might just grow
Oh oh oh

Somebody call out to your brother
He’s calling out your name
Ooh ooh ooh
Hiding under the covers
With no one else to blame
Ooh ooh ooh
Oh, you couldn’t help out your own neighbor
You couldn’t tell it to his face
You were f***ed up by the blame

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This post is part of  our Thursday Morning Melody series. Every Thursday we feature the music video and lyrics to a song that touches us deeply. If there’s a melody you wish to share with the Intent community, please share it with us in the comments below! Click here to listen to past Thursday Morning Melodies.

Is happiness a myth?

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 It began with an exchange I had this morning. There was a question, I gave an answer. “Well, that’s a claim. Can you back it up in any way?” I heard in response.

“No” I said. “No I can’t and no, I don’t want to.”

I thought about this later. I thought about whether I was being obtuse, or maybe only uninterested in further discussion, but the more I thought the more I stood by my answer. No, I do not want to back it up in any way. Because I don’t need to. Because the claim is mine, the belief is mine, the truth is mine. I do not need anyone else to believe it, I do not wish to convert, I do not wish to convince. Therefore no, I do not wish to back it up in any way.

Why do I bother answering at all then? Ah, and here is the key of the matter: I answer to share a perspective. I answer to offer a possibility. I answer to present a truth. Not THE truth, not ONE truth, not the ONLY truth — but my truth. I speak my truth, and I wish to hear the truths of others in response. Not to adapt them and follow them, to exchange my truth for theirs, but to learn, to grow. To see reality in a way others see and I don’t, to gain a perspective others have and I lack. So that I can open. So that I can expand. So that I can develop my truths, round them up, add dimensions and facets until they shine like jewels.

So that my truths can grow as I grow, as my life grows, as my world grows.

This is happiness, I thought. This is happiness, right here, owning my truth. Every truth, each and one of them. This is happiness when I am myself and every truth is an expression of what I am. When life is an expression of what I am. Then there is nothing but joy and bliss in the world.

This is happiness: owning my truth.

That is my truth.

See more here.

Wordplay Wednesday: A Poetry Series That Will Rock Your Soul

Parole perduteContinuing on with the Wordplay Wednesday tradition, Intent will be sharing inspiring, uplifting, and thought-provoking poems with our audience every Wednesday! Some you may recognize, others you might not. There will be famous poets, unknown poets, young and old poets, and, hopefully, poets from our own community showcased in this weekly series.

Why poetry?

Poems tell a story that is unlike any other form of writing – and any other form of art, for that matter. They weave words together in a way that is unique to the artist, and often even distinct to the individual piece, itself. That is, there is virtually no rubric in the domain of poetry. Some are long, some are short; some rhyme, some grate and create dissonance; some follow conventional structures, some break down all notions of order. The one constant, however, is their ability to move and speak to us in a way only our spirits could explain.

For this week’s Wordplay Wednesday, enjoy a beautiful, naturalistic poem by early 20th century, American poet, Sara Teasdale.

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Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.

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Do you have a favorite or original poem you would like showcased on Wordplay Wednesday? We’d love to share it! Email the poem to editor@intent.com, and we will feature it in the series. Click here to view past Wordplay Wednesdays.

 

Do you want to become a Buddhist – or the Buddha?

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 Do not become the Buddhist – become the Buddha.

There. It is right there. I searched for it, chased it, tried to catch it and pin-point it since last night. Since the conversation about following a path.

I couldn’t see why. I couldn’t see why I would need to follow a path to myself. I am here after all, already here. Everything that I am — me, God, Buddha, everything. What path? What path is needed to take me to what I am?

But then, I thought, to realize it, to feel oneself, to find oneself among the noise, among the constant, overwhelming, imposing and dizzying hubbub of the mind — maybe there is a path there. Maybe there is something that has to be done, worked on, achieved, to see clearly. So what would I do? What did I do? What was the first step on my path? It was looking for someone who could help. It was to look outside. To look to others.

That was my first step on the path, on the journey to becoming a Buddhist, a student, a spiritual seeker.

Ceasing to look to others for help was the first step on the path to becoming myself.

Because it was myself I wanted to find. Not the Buddha. Not the enlightenment experienced, envisioned and described by others — but myself. I did not want to become a Buddhist. I did not want to become the follower of Buddha, or Christ or anyone else at all. I wanted to become myself and, to become myself, I had to follow myself.

And it was in that moment, in that very first moment of making the choice to follow myself, my own path, my own way, that my journey was finished for I reached my destination.

It did not require esoteric practices, twenty years of meditation, chanting, praying. All it took was the choice to be me. All it took for me to be me, was for me to listen to myself, to look into myself, to follow myself. Because I was already there.

All I needed to do

was to trust myself.

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