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If you want to change the world love a man; really love him
Choose the one whose soul calls to yours clearly who sees you; who is brave enough to be afraid
Accept his hand and guide him gently to your hearts blood
Where he can feel your warmth upon him and rest there
And burn his heavy load in your fires
Look into his eyes look deep within and see what lies dormant or awake or shy or expectant there
Look into his eyes and see there his fathers and grandfathers and all the wars and madness their spirits fought in some distant land, some distant time
Look upon their pains and struggles and torments and guilt; without judgment
And let it all go
Feel into his ancestral burden
And know that what he seeks is safe refuge in you
Let him melt in your steady gaze
And know that you need not mirror that rage
Because you have a womb, a sweet, deep gateway to wash and renew old wounds

If you want to change the world love a man, really love him
Sit before him, in the full majesty of your woman in the breath of your vulnerability
In the play of your child innocence in the depths of your death
Flowering invitation, softly yielding, allowing his power as a man
To step forward towards you…and swim in the Earth’s womb, in silent knowing, together
And when he retreats…because he will…flees in fear to his cave…
Gather your grandmothers around you…envelope in their wisdoms
Hear their gentle shusshhhed whispers,
calm your frightened girls’ heart
Urging you to be still…and wait patiently for his return
Sit and sing by his door, a song of remembrance,
that he may be soothed, once more

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him
Do not coax out his little boy
With guiles and wiles and seduction and trickery
Only to lure him…to a web of destruction
To a place of chaos and hatred
More terrible than any war fought by his brothers
This is not feminine this is revenge
This is the poison of the twisted lines
Of the abuse of the ages, the rape of our world
And this gives no power to woman it reduces her as she cuts off his balls
And it kills us all
And whether his mother held him or could not
Show him the true mother now
Hold him and guide him in your grace and your depth
Smoldering in the center of the Earth’s core
Do not punish him for his wounds that you think don’t meet your needs or criteria
Cry for him sweet rivers
Bleed it all back home

If you want to change the world love a man, really love him
Love him enough to be naked and free
Love him enough to open your body and soul to the cycle of birth and of death
And thank him for the opportunity
As you dance together through the raging winds and silent woods
Be brave enough to be fragile and let him drink in the soft, heady petals of your being
Let him know he can hold you stand up and protect you
Fall back into his arms and trust him to catch you
Even if you’ve been dropped a thousand times before
Teach him how to surrender by surrendering yourself
And merge into the sweet nothing, of this worlds’ heart

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him
Encourage him, feed him, allow him, hear him, hold him, heal him
And you, in turn, will be nourished and supported and protected
By strong arms and clear thoughts and focused arrows
Because he can, if you let him, be all that you dream

By Lisa Citore (www.magdalenewomen.com) 

Photo (via Pinterest)
Apr 1, 2014

If you want to change the world love a man; really love him
Choose the one whose soul calls to yours clearly who sees you; who is brave enough to be afraid
Accept his hand and guide him gently to your hearts blood
Where he can feel your warmth upon him and rest there
And burn his heavy load in your fires
Look into his eyes look deep within and see what lies dormant or awake or shy or expectant there
Look into his eyes and see there his fathers and grandfathers and all the wars and madness their spirits fought in some distant land, some distant time
Look upon their pains and struggles and torments and guilt; without judgment
And let it all go
Feel into his ancestral burden
And know that what he seeks is safe refuge in you
Let him melt in your steady gaze
And know that you need not mirror that rage
Because you have a womb, a sweet, deep gateway to wash and renew old wounds

If you want to change the world love a man, really love him
Sit before him, in the full majesty of your woman in the breath of your vulnerability
In the play of your child innocence in the depths of your death
Flowering invitation, softly yielding, allowing his power as a man
To step forward towards you…and swim in the Earth’s womb, in silent knowing, together
And when he retreats…because he will…flees in fear to his cave…
Gather your grandmothers around you…envelope in their wisdoms
Hear their gentle shusshhhed whispers,
calm your frightened girls’ heart
Urging you to be still…and wait patiently for his return
Sit and sing by his door, a song of remembrance,
that he may be soothed, once more

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him
Do not coax out his little boy
With guiles and wiles and seduction and trickery
Only to lure him…to a web of destruction
To a place of chaos and hatred
More terrible than any war fought by his brothers
This is not feminine this is revenge
This is the poison of the twisted lines
Of the abuse of the ages, the rape of our world
And this gives no power to woman it reduces her as she cuts off his balls
And it kills us all
And whether his mother held him or could not
Show him the true mother now
Hold him and guide him in your grace and your depth
Smoldering in the center of the Earth’s core
Do not punish him for his wounds that you think don’t meet your needs or criteria
Cry for him sweet rivers
Bleed it all back home

If you want to change the world love a man, really love him
Love him enough to be naked and free
Love him enough to open your body and soul to the cycle of birth and of death
And thank him for the opportunity
As you dance together through the raging winds and silent woods
Be brave enough to be fragile and let him drink in the soft, heady petals of your being
Let him know he can hold you stand up and protect you
Fall back into his arms and trust him to catch you
Even if you’ve been dropped a thousand times before
Teach him how to surrender by surrendering yourself
And merge into the sweet nothing, of this worlds’ heart

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him
Encourage him, feed him, allow him, hear him, hold him, heal him
And you, in turn, will be nourished and supported and protected
By strong arms and clear thoughts and focused arrows
Because he can, if you let him, be all that you dream

By Lisa Citore (www.magdalenewomen.com)

Photo (via Pinterest)

Creative routines from brilliant geniuses. Daily rituals to increase creative flow
Apr 1, 2014 / 5 notes

Creative routines from brilliant geniuses. Daily rituals to increase creative flow

The place for containment and protection. The spot where “I am presence” lays. The center of the heart, the beginning of the breath. Where the soul merges with the body. 
 (via Anatomical Collages by Travis Bedel | Colossal)
Mar 28, 2014

The place for containment and protection. The spot where “I am presence” lays. The center of the heart, the beginning of the breath. Where the soul merges with the body.
(via Anatomical Collages by Travis Bedel | Colossal)

Mar 28, 2014

Communication Patterns around the World.
In this era of multi-cultural collaborations, these diagrams become really relevant. Lewis’ communication diagrams show how cultures use language to negotiate, the shapes show greater conversational range, obstacles and cultural traits.
“By focusing on the cultural roots of national behavior, both in society and business, we can foresee how others will react to our plans for them, and we can make certain assumptions as to how they will approach us. A working knowledge of the basic traits of other cultures (as well as our own) will minimize unpleasant surprises (culture shock) and enable us to interact successfully with different nationalities.”

via Business Insider Singapore

Mar 24, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 / 1,643 notes
The good news is that, compared to five years ago, the design industry is flourishing. Every year, thousands of promising new grads come out of design, graphic arts, communication or HCI programs with strong fundamentals, deep curiosity, and a desire to make a difference. Every year, thousands more people without formal design training invest the time to observe their worlds, read books, watch videos, and tinker around with designing apps or websites in their spare time.
How to get a Designer  — Medium
Great article on how to bring designers into your project!
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 / 1 note

Nir Eyal, the author of Hooked: How to Build Habit-Forming Products, has constructed a practical framework for designing better products. Tactics to drive engagement.

Habit design is a super power. If used for good, habit design can enhance people’s lives with entertaining and healthful routines. For all of us who are trying to create some positive behavior change in other people’s lives, this framework is key to understand. 

These are some of the slides from the Habit Design Summit key speaker, Nir Eyal. 

Mar 10, 2014

I think this service is great! It synchs with your calendar and sends you information about the people you are just about to meet. So that you’re prepared before talking to them.
(via Refresh App - An Instant Dossier to Refresh Your Relationships)

"Templo de voluntad" 
recupero mi voz poco a poco…no lo había dicho, pero había perdido mi voz.
ya no podía cantar, ya no podía entonar. ni siquiera sola, en el coche, en la regadera.. nada más no podía.
tal vez no tenía qué cantar, qué decir, o qué escuchar. y poco a poco vuelve. vuelve mi voz de cristal, que se rompe de vez en cuando.
con lo pequeño que es el tiempo, con lo libre que es la soledad, con lo que duele la valentía…
episodio de mareos vestibulares, sensación de soltura, de que todo este tiempo apreté,
y ahora viene la calma,
mi cuerpo se acuerda de mi voz.
mis oídos funcionan de nuevo.
ya no hay ruido,
ya no hay tensión,
no más cuidar cada movimiento,
no más despresurización,
hoy tan sólo soy.
soy suspirando,
soy de pie y en movimiento,
soy mi personaje interno y el contrario también, eterna danza entre opuestos.
soy un mudo testigo de algunas batallas ganadas y otras perdidas,
pero soy.
soy reflejo de una necesidad de cambio
y ocupo este lugar como un canal, un templo de voluntad.

por Maricarmen Sierra 
03.08.2010
Mar 9, 2014 / 2 notes

"Templo de voluntad"

recupero mi voz poco a poco…no lo había dicho, pero había perdido mi voz.
ya no podía cantar, ya no podía entonar. ni siquiera sola, en el coche, en la regadera.. nada más no podía.
tal vez no tenía qué cantar, qué decir, o qué escuchar. y poco a poco vuelve. vuelve mi voz de cristal, que se rompe de vez en cuando.
con lo pequeño que es el tiempo, con lo libre que es la soledad, con lo que duele la valentía…
episodio de mareos vestibulares, sensación de soltura, de que todo este tiempo apreté,
y ahora viene la calma,
mi cuerpo se acuerda de mi voz.
mis oídos funcionan de nuevo.
ya no hay ruido,
ya no hay tensión,
no más cuidar cada movimiento,
no más despresurización,
hoy tan sólo soy.
soy suspirando,
soy de pie y en movimiento,
soy mi personaje interno y el contrario también, eterna danza entre opuestos.
soy un mudo testigo de algunas batallas ganadas y otras perdidas,
pero soy.
soy reflejo de una necesidad de cambio
y ocupo este lugar como un canal, un templo de voluntad.

por Maricarmen Sierra
03.08.2010

Stages of Development of cultural consciousness - Integral Model 

Stages of development continue to emerge as humanity, and human consciousness, matures. The Mythical Stage evolved 5000 years ago, and the next Stage, the Rational one, did not emerge until the European Enlightenment about 300 years ago. Pluralism? only evolved about a hundred years ago, and not obviously until the LSD-enhanced 1960s. And Integral? Sheesh, didn’t see that emerge until the 1930s or so, and it’s still rare.

via The Examiner
Mar 2, 2014 / 1 note

Stages of Development of cultural consciousness - Integral Model

Stages of development continue to emerge as humanity, and human consciousness, matures. The Mythical Stage evolved 5000 years ago, and the next Stage, the Rational one, did not emerge until the European Enlightenment about 300 years ago. Pluralism? only evolved about a hundred years ago, and not obviously until the LSD-enhanced 1960s. And Integral? Sheesh, didn’t see that emerge until the 1930s or so, and it’s still rare.

via The Examiner

Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014

We need to rethink our story of human evolution! 

Scientists in Spain have found a femur bone in a cave that shows the oldest DNA evidence yet of humans’ biological history. But instead of clarifying human evolution, the finding is adding new mysteries. 

The DNA found tells a very different story. It most closely resembles DNA from an enigmatic lineage of humans known as Denisovanswho were known only from DNA retrieved from 80,000-year-old remains in Siberia.  In a paper in the journal Nature, scientists reported Wednesday that the fossil found in Spain dates back about 400,000 years.

Based on previously discovered ancient DNA and fossil evidence, scientists generally agreed that humans’ direct ancestors shared a common ancestor with Neanderthals and Denisovans that lived about half a million years ago in Africa.

Their shared ancestors split off from humans’ lineage and left Africa, then split further into the Denisovans and Neanderthals about 300,000 years ago. The evidence suggested that Neanderthals headed west, toward Europe, and that the Denisovans moved east.

Humans’ ancestors, meanwhile, stayed in Africa, giving rise to Homo sapiens about 200,000 years ago. Humans then expanded from Africa into Asia and Europe about 60,000 years ago. They then interbred not only with Neanderthals, but with Denisovans, too. Later, both the Denisovans and Neanderthals became extinct.

“Now we have to rethink the whole story,” Dr. Arsuaga said.

Dr. Arsuaga doubts that Denisovans were spread out across so much of the Old World, from Spain to Siberia, masquerading as Neanderthals.

One alternative explanation is that the humans of Sima de los Huesos were not true Neanderthals, but belonged to the ancestors of both Denisovans and Neanderthals. Read more on The New York Times.

The photos from Jimmy Nelson, 100 tribes around the world that have not yet embraced technology, make me wonder how is it that we all came from the same tribes? I feel I see the resemblance on similar genes in people’s eyes, in their noses, their resilience and curiosity, and their inventiveness to thrive under new circumstances. 

 

How do you imagine our relationship to scent will evolve?
I think schools should have new disciplines dealing with the amazing software we have on our bodies: our senses. We’re learning how to see and how to hear, but we don’t learn how to taste, how to smell or how to touch.
Sissel Tolaas, scent curator

Sissel Tolaas: The Science of Smell - NOWNESS
via Nowness

Scent curator, researcher and “professional provocateur” Sissel Tolaas is currently exploring the aromatic potential of bacteria in her ongoing investigation into the most mysterious and evocative of our senses. Raised between Iceland and Norway, for a decade Tolaas has called Berlin home, where she has been building an extensive and ever-growing library cataloguing different smells—now over 7000.

Feb 22, 2014
Paintings by João Figueiredo 
via But does it float
Feb 22, 2014

Paintings by João Figueiredo
via But does it float