Showing posts with label aspirations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label aspirations. Show all posts

Sunday, 29 September 2019

What is a phrase in music, an often controversial topic in our performance group

During Compania Cielito performance group rehearsals we often came into dispute about phrasing of the music and exactly what this is. After a number of heated group discussions i felt it important to research and get to the bottom of why this question kept arising and why everyone felt so strongly about it. The article below by Bradford says it all in my opinion and expresses what i myself feel when hearing the music i dance.






Phrasing in music – what is a musical phrase?
By Bradford on July 3, 2012 in Lessons and Tips, Music Theory Lessons


Phrase group of three four bar phrases in Mozart's Piano Sonata in F, K. 332


Phrase group of three four bar phrases in Mozart’s Piano Sonata in F, K. 332





Let’s start with a definition from the Oxford’s Music Dictionary:


phrase. Short section of music of a musical composition into which the music, whether vocal
or instrumental, seems naturally to fall. Sometimes this is 4 measures, but shorter and longer
phrases occur. It is an inexact term: sometimes a phrase may be contained within one breath,
and sometimes sub-divisions may be marked. In notation, phrase-marks are the slurs placed
over or under the notes as a hint of their proper puntutation in performance. The art of phrasing
by a performer is often instinctive and is one of the features by which a supreme artist may be
distinguished from one of lesser inspiration, whether singer or instrumentalist.


I like the following from the above definition:


* “the music seems naturally to fall” – music and the human body are very connected. Vocal music
follows many physiological requirements such as phrase length not exceeding what the lungs can
handle.
   
 * “it is an inexact term” – music can be abstract and there is often more than one correct answer to
a phasing question. You might get different teachers telling you to phrase differently. Just remember,
you are dealing with the expression of ideas. Ideas change and are interpreted in different ways.
    
* “is often instinctive” – Listen to lots of music in the genre or era you are studying. Also, go to
concerts and see how the pros pull off phrasing. You need to absorb the lessons of performance.
Studying theory, history, and musicianship in a class or with a teacher can certainly help. Regardless,
you need to gain enough experience so you can understand as well as feel the phrasing.

Friday, 4 January 2019

Chameleon woman



Once happy knowing herself, she walked full of confidence and promise into the unknown world of connection. Seeking new adventures and revelations, to learn new thoughts and ways to live in the world. She fought those who tried to squash her, or cause her harm. She grew to know only the cruelty that was the people around her.

Chameleon sat in the stillness in her own state. Forever mindful of the hot suns rays. From out of nowhere came a herd of people, without thought or desires they simply inhabited her space. Like a flood she heard their inner most thoughts, their desires and their tears the fears that they shared not. Insecurities that rot them to the core, responsibility for their lives abandoned to instant pleasures and gratification. She finds herself feeling more than her original bliss, more than the body absorbing suns kiss. Wave upon wave break over her head, she is struggling to breath, to feel the thoughts flow in her own head. Suffocating on unshielded remorse or unrequited love or was it after all the conceited wish to simply be loved. Known to the whole world for doing precisely nothing, these animals were strange in the importance they put on such things. 

She looked in one direction to feel panic and pain. Another brought joy but there it was, momentary food gluttony and then again. Yet another brought love and an intangible kind of ignorance, still further she searched for something more and a lot different. They were a group craving a group, they didn't belong and yet knew they could. Standing there with the technology of the day connecting to everyone yet not to those a stone throw away. Connecting to the world on metaphysical lines, but wanting the connection physical touch brings. 

The chameleon had lost herself in all this, her skin had changed quite a hundred times, to keep up with the feelings that washed through a now animal mind. Wave upon wave came from this ocean to wash over her consciousness and abrade her devotion to herself. Adapting thousands of times to the non essential, frivolousness of the collective animal. But as the sun died his temporary death, below the earths surface to his transitory place of rest, the human animals departed for the seeming safety of their homes. To wallow yet further in the days unconcerns. Putting their heads in the sand with films and with drink. With anything that might help them to sink, into unconscious peaceful oblivion and away from life's hard plans and sweaty stink.

Suddenly alone, confusion sets in. She has become nothing but a reaction machine. All her energy that was inside at the beginning of the day, was taken up with forever changing to this now gone herds emotional play. All sense of self lost. All energy to find it gone. She puts her head in the sand and wishes the life to be drowned out of her reptilian bones. Dreamless sleep was not meant to be, as they came forth as does a tyrant of bees. Stinging her into feeling the pain of being a live, knowing the knowledge that she can't just lay down and die. She rises in the cold midnight air, breathing in deeply and seeing the moon smiling at her. The moon asks her what she would do now, if all the worlds freedom was hers for the making. He asked her what she liked of her past, what she wanted from her future. She could only stand looking aghast. He sat there when she cried, laughed in the face of a seeming danger. Chameleon searched inwardly to the deepest parts of herself, she knew she was blessed but the not answers of the moons questions did her jest. So she searched on in her internal quest. Changing color like the shifting sky, through sunrise, to midday when the sun was again out to play. To evening and sunset and repeating all that. Night after night she would she his gentle face,  no wiser in the relentless days passing, missed. After one whole year and one whole day, the full moons face shone her way. He asked her again.

Chameleon women whispered that love is what she remembered, although hard to come by. Continually being molded by past stories like a lump of unrefined clay. Moon asked again feigning the inability to hear. She spoke again, this time with frustration a little more clear. As she did so, a myriad colors glimmered under her skin. Subdued by their depth but with a willingness to thrive therein. Full moon smiled at her answer. Chameleon i will grant you one wish, for you have given me great joy and great sadness together in one delectable dish. i have watched you for a year and a day,  your color shifting like the ever active thoughts inside you unable to obey. The answer was simple, but you didn't trust it when the question was first asked. Like a prince who has to go on a mission to find hardship before he can be king. You needed to find yourself and what was within. You are the strongest of your kind that i ever had pleasure to watch in the din. I wish you to come to me in my realm, but leave you free to take up your own path. Know that i love you.

In that moment chameleon women spoke, she asked to have wings to fly away from the earth. Far away from the noisy consciousnesses of the animals here. To find a place where she could be herself, embalmed in serenities embrace. Souring through the emptiness of space. She wanted to fly closer to the sun and feel his unhindered warmth. Bath in the moons tranquility and feel the safety within his gentle magnetic pull. The moon was a little a taken back. Never in all his lifetime had he expected this. This creature would come to his domain and live a life so like his own. He was born to loneliness and now not alone.


Monday, 19 March 2018

Poem: Choices by Isolde Kanikani











Choices


Once in a time past there was stillness,
Like a ponds surface, reflective and unbroken,
Before i knew what love was,
Though i had had the emotion,

The pounding in your chest in anticipation,
Of hot thirsty lips caressing your skin,
Hearts meeting but afraid of leaving,
I didn't recognise love in all this,

Even when i looked into his face,
Seeing only my own refection,
In the ponds mirrored gaze

I kissed the surface,
Questions came with every ripple,
Expanding into choices,
Leading to different paths

Dare to love or don't love,
Chase the dream or sit still
Stay or leave, Do or die without having lived at all.

Many replicas of me in parallel worlds,
Discover the answer differently
I look back at the choices i have made,
Leading me to this moment and this road

One choice has always remained in my head,
To remind my heart that i have dared,
The decision is past,
Replaced by a new choice

i choose love

Author: Isolde Kanikani

Saturday, 17 March 2018

Tango Stories: (1) Rooftop in Buenos Aires

This is the first of our stories collected from our original post asking for submissions two years ago. These were made into a book that sold out within a month and wasn't reprinted to keep the project special and unique. After all it wasn't about the money out about making a final creation that could be shared amongst those submitting stories and their families.




Rooftop in Buenos Aires


There were many things that lead to this moment standing with what i could only describe as my first love. I had girl crushes and the idea of loving many times before but not the all consuming feeling of wishing to know someone, wanting to be in contact and sharing more of myself than i ever had done before.

I went to a tango salon with my dancing partner in Canning, a great traditional salon for dancing. My dance partner wanted to dance  with some of the most experienced dancers in the room but because he wasn't known there found that they turned him down more often than danced. While he was not really in the mood for dancing i soon found the eyes and cabaceo of a man sitting two tables over from us. We danced a tanda (4 songs) and then sat down again at our own tables. i found the first dances challenging and not so comfortable. So it sort of surprised me that i said yes again a little later on. In the end we danced 4 tandas which is quite something seeing that my dance partner pretty much sat throughout and more than one tanda in a evening tends to imply a closer relation or leading that way.

We exchanged numbers and emails. Leaving the milonga with my dance partner i found a cheeky email waiting for me when i got home in the early hours of the night. He invited me to come to a milonga the next evening and meet him. So this time going alone i found myself dancing the whole evening. This guy introduced me to various people at the salon and we tried our very bad English and Spanish on each other. He got me to try an empanada for the first time and introduced them as some of his favourite food. He asked more about me and also if i would be interested to practice with him. i was in Buenos Aires to learn and so i thought why not. i invited him to the tango house where i was staying which also conveniently has a dance floor that can be used.

We met and practiced for 3 hours solid, he drilled me at every turn and i had the feeling afterwards of not being able to dance anymore. in the end he saw this and i think felt a bit bad about it. It was a really hot evening so we went up onto the big open roof that overlooked the skyline of Buenos Aires and gave hints of the neighboring buildings in Barrio Boedo. We sat there for hours sharing stories. He realized i could lead and asked me to lead him. We danced on the rooftop and the lesson continued. Then in one moment he showed how it was to lead a specific movement, then taking one hand and placing it on my waist. Another hand going to my face where he brushed away a piece of hair blown by the hot breeze. He must have seen my softly wild look at these gestures and returned his own, eclipsed only by the kiss that followed.

Anonymous Author, 2016

Thursday, 18 May 2017

Are you stressed, tired, over worked, have the feeling lots of things...



Are you stressed, tired, over worked, have the feeling lots of things are going strange or wrong and people are taking what they can get when you don't have the energy to be strong?
A little while ago i came by accident on a way to deal with my stress. I am someone who gives a 110% in all things that i do and if i feel its not going as well as it should i can easily feel bad about it. This is definitely the case with people who you try to help and for whatever reason the situation turns around on you. From you helping to getting a back lash that can happen for any number of reasons.

Rather than feel bad about the situations and wollow in self pity or the loss of empowermeant you can do something about it. A small tuning in exercise that enables you to get clear, get active and help yourself into a positive state.

Take a deep breath and write the most comprehensive list of all the things you are feeling, what is stressing you out or making you tired and practical things you feel bad about in some way for whatever reason.

Once you have made the list recognize points that are:
1. Feelings to explore but not be ruled by.
2. Practical things that can be sorted out with planning. Make a plan to get them done with a lot extra time than you actually need.
3. Urgent things that you can sort out quickly and will almost instantly give a feeling of relief.

This is one of the most self empowering things i have done for myself in a long time. I keep forgetting that this works for me so i thought by sharing i might remember better myself.

Sunday, 28 August 2016

Art work and creativity by Isolde Kanikani

 Art has always played a huge part in my life. Whether it be with painting, dancing making music or helping others to make art, its always been there. Taking many forms like modeling for photographers and model shoots. Sometimes these get shown and sometimes remain something hidden or become part of a paid for portfolio by some business or artist or other. Most of all art has been a way of relaxing, expressing present situations and exploring myself in process. The end result being secondary. Now i am finding some of the pictures that have moved me and i am left wondering what to do with this part of my world.













Crutches... New chapter to the crazy chronicles

Thursday 25th august i manage to step down on a spade hard to dig up the stubborn bamboo plant i wanted to take and plant in my new studio. during the forceful action my flimsy shoe breaks and i end up bringing vulnerable flesh down on sharp spade top.  I can't put my weight on it so i crawl through the garden including all the weeds and things i have cut back to leave the garden nice, calling for my father who has fallen asleep in the big armchair in the living room. Then my ex man returns home and finds me half sitting inside and half outside trying not to make a mess of the house with profusely bleeding foot. we bandage it and he picks me up and takes me to the car where we get the foot checked out at the doctor.

Carried into the emergency room and the doctor smiling at the sight, me sheepishly half laughing half smiling. The doctor examines the foot and gives the news that no tendons are broken which is lucky a htis would mean months of recovery. Simply a few nerves might be damages but these will grow back in time. Also that i need a number of stitches but the anesthetic will probably be as painful as the stitches. So i decide to go for the stitches without anesthetic, my god was it painful but i managed to not move or cry out until the last stitch which was directly on a nerve or sensitive point. the last one really throbs even now.

After the doctors and back to the house, i go with my father to pick up some crutches so at least i am able to be a little independent in the next days. Its amazing here, you walk into a shop and hand over your insurance information. Sign a form and eh voula you have rented crutches.

Thursday after getting back home i tried to go to the supermarket just down the road in good old stubborn Isolde style. It was hard and i managed it, but my god do i have a new found respect for anyone who can't simply go to a shop without some walking aid or wheelchair. As a dancer after day 3 i am itching to walk, dance, run, jump as i am used to. so trying to put sunday to use with the finishing of my book.


Tuesday, 19 July 2016

Keep the love flowing

Its been a short time since i have been single again, and it in many ways this should have have happened much sooner. But everything is easier in hindsight. The relationship was beautiful while we were working together keeping the magic alive, but due to things i feel we weren't able to deal with, this time was actually quite quickly replaced by hanging onto something. Something that was indeed beautiful, meaningful and worth nurturing. And somehow we together weren't knowledgeable enough about how to do this, not in agreement about how to move beyond this. But for me now i talk for myself.

In an almost 10 year relationship starting from the moment we met to the moment i found my whole future had changed with my loves wishes, to the moment he set me free and me leaving. i loved deeply and lost myself. Partly due to my own chameleon like nature searching for harmony, and partly due to the fact i was so young when making this commitment to a man who was older and naturally more set in his ways. We met on a level of communication that suited us, but as i developed over the years i got more and more frustrated by not being able to share things and feeling like there were things happening between us that would take months and months to talk about and even shed one word. It improved slowly but we grew apart in what we wanted. Due to live changing changes not being communicated i was very slow in realising that what i wanted and had thought to be possible with this man indeed wasn't. And sadly most of these things had developed because of our first years together and the beautiful strong feeling that was developed. The last 3 years were spent in a sort of limbo between being happy and being scared of losing all that i had worked hard for in my home. Home being the new country i had moved to, the change in my way of working, the dreams that we had once shared of a home and family, stopping with a dance partner i really miss, learning dutch tax law of all things to run a business. I changed my life for love and when it left me i was suddenly free of working hard for a life i had loved but now didn't fit me any longer. The relationship being thoroughly mourned by the upheaval of being pushed away and pulled in again time after time.

I surprised myself that while i was deeply sad underneath i was ready to move on in 2 or 3 weeks. Getting out there again, not holding myself back to be with someone who was in the end very different, very loveable but hard work to connect with. After some weeks of experimenting, dating, catching up with old possibles and questioning myself constantly in what i wanted. i have moved into a new phase. i hadn't realised that the underlying thing i have been afraid of was being left, in many ways by many people i have been left all my life and its been a big dissapointment. i learned to cut off, to not show myself which wasn't very healthy and i pushed myself more than ever to overcome this with my ex man. i don't tell this because i feel sorry for myself but to explain the context. i process things super quickly and last week i reallised my fear, and also that its unfair to expect people to stay forever. This weekend i took some time for myself and let these ideas process. i am still scared to love, and still scared of people leaving but decided to embrace the people around me anyway and keep the love flowing.

Forever thankful to the friends who have grown in the last months, the beautiful men i have met and got to know and the things life is bringing into my world now that i am open to it.




Saturday, 21 May 2016

Are we fated & is there someone looking out for us up there?

Today has been a day of fun, reminders that somehow the universe knows what one needs and difficulty knowing how to act respectfully in regards to a decision one personally completely doesn't understand. Are we regulated by fate, some force to be defined or simply randomly exist without any guidance at all?

This is such an individual topic without right answers, simply a recognition of how you might feel about events in relation to your life and the possibility of choice.

i can only write about my own experiences today. Today i believe that somehow miraculously the universe sent me the things i needed. In not so many words you could say the universe made me feel beautiful and appreciated by sending me asian guys and a really cute guy i would have liked to get to know a bit more but didn't take the opportunity. I was a bit surprised by it to respond. being followed by a car for a few blocks is fairly normal but the important thing is that it made me laugh where i only felt sad before. It seems that when you are on the right path you are looked after by the universe and when on the bumpy side road to no where its simply difficult. i just got on the highway again after quite some years of bumpy.

So is this a form of reward for being in the right place or is fate such that you get the good with the bad. While i can't answer this question i can feel blessed today. Thank you...


Monday, 11 January 2016

What is the difference between femininity and feminism. Whats your take?


 


This has been a subject that comes up time and time again both in conversation and with myself. Interestingly its also associated with my traveling and staying for longer time in different cultures where femininity means something different for the natives than other places i have visited. Often when we are at  meal with friends chilling out after a gorgeous meal. Feminism has had a huge impact on some cultures while leaving others in the dark. Some cultures went so far with certain aspects of the charge to only alienate men into a place of not knowing how to relate to the women in their lives. While i am truly thankful for the freedoms the feminist movement made for women, i mourn the impact its had on a large number of men who have been left emasculated.

Femininity is often associated with feminism. Someone close to me was strongly feminist when i was growing up, sharing firm beliefs about the differences between men and women. After a while i needed to protect myself as i could see that to not do so would result in me as a young child taking on too many of these ideas. Partly because they seemed to be more about the individual tellers insecurities and history, and partly i suspected men weren't that terrible and women were just as bad. On top of this though i felt for myself that feminism was more focused on the differences between men and women and often putting a bad light on men, and less concerned with the strength of women. Maybe feminism went too far in some areas, creating a new generation of emasculated men and i feel its really important to thank of those women who created many of the freedoms i enjoy today. But are the women of today really making the most of it?

Feminism has also set up this polarity between men and women, maybe its a reaction to a polarity already existing from earlier times. This movement somehow creating a need that woman are equal to men and therefore need to act like men in order to get further in this world. This polarizing meant that there is some underground internal fight that keeps us continually wondering if we are man enough, or women enough and nowadays not really knowing what we are fighting about.  While we are all vying for the same space of being equal in success and doing this in a perceivably masculine manner, there isn't enough space for everyone to reach this goal. Women aren't playing to their strengths and only enforcing the idea of a mans world.

So again I ask, what is femininity? My take on this is playing to the strengths of my personality and body. I don't think men and women are so different in our basic needs and we can all do a little learning where being true to ourselves is concerned. But there is a big difference in our bodies and its something to not be ashamed of. I openly admit i am not as strong as a man in lifting boxes or pushing broken down cars. I have more energy and endurance than most men i have met. Women are more flexible than men on average and better able to maintain physical endurance than many men. There are many differences than physiological ones and some people go as far as to say that women are more socially able due to the extra x chromosome they have. Mixing my bodies unique capabilities with my personality its an able cocktail of ingredients but it this alone feminine? I feel that there is something extra and it could be that femininity is the mark society leaves on us as girls growing up and is a bit dated. I feel surely that its about empowering myself by harnessing the power i have as a women to get things done and this includes bringing elegance into my life. Being aware of my body language and what this means to others, using it to my advantage in business and help me in social situations. When i am feminine i am intelligent, social, elegant, enticing and playful like a child

In the end we each have to decide what this means to us and how we wish to embody it. Its an intriguing subject to introduce here. For the men too, what does it mean to be a man in this world. If any of you guys out there would like to write an article on this i would love to post here. This is a start and i hope to revisit this topic soon and in more depth.

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Friday, 1 January 2016

Consulting your inner dream dictionary

 

Consulting your inner dream dictionary... no new years resolution list here!

Instead of setting new years resolutions which implies one will surely deliver on a list of things that might or might not be possible. Confining you to the many possible limitations while fulfilling, or simply the feeling of failure if not delivering said item on said list. Open for some suggestions?

 

Tips 1: turn resolutions into aspirations (this tip was given to me by an old friend)


Try out the power of aspirations, aspiring to reach a goal has a very different feel to resolutions and gives room for movement. After all the idea of new years resolutions are to improve oneself or to reach new possibilities. A pattern of setting a list of things we can't actually deliver sets up a self confirming failure pattern. Why do it to yourself? Step out of the cycle and live for the moment, consult your own personal dream dictionary for things that give you energy when aspiring to do them. Enjoy this new found motivation and see where it takes you. Often the journey is richer than the original goal and with any good journey the destination will change anyway suiting your new situation. 

Tip 2: Do away with the inner task list


We clutter our lives and our thoughts with so many must do's and have to's, the wishes of others and the expectations we perceive to be laid upon us. What happens if you step away from the inner task list and search for an activity that enables you to simply get in touch with yourself. As I write this one I know I am suspect of not doing this too. One of the hardest most beautiful things is to live with ourselves as we are and with who we are. When we harshly judge ourselves we step into a pattern of judging others too. When doing this we open up the space for others analysis in return, that becomes still more baggage we place on our internal task list. Stopping the cycle of judgements can help stop yet more incoming tasks but a great secondary result is others around us can feel more peacefulness too. In effect you are de-cluttering your inner space helping stress levels, stepping out of patterns that can hurt you and others and hopefully giving space enough to get in touch with yourself.

 

Tip 3:  Dream dictionary and holding onto dead wood


In this article I am referring to the term dream dictionary, using it as a reference to the innermost wishes, desires and aspirations we have. Sometimes we tell these to the world and sometimes they lay hidden. Some will be easily fulfilled and others may simply be left to one side or vanish when not needed anymore. Maybe you already found your dream girl or dream house. What is lying within the pages of your dream dictionary?

If i show you a few of mine will you show me yours? Any dreams or aspirations you might have and are willing to share can be added to the comment section of this article and would be appreciated.

So some of mine in simple list form (some have are here or already realized and they are in no particular order):
  • to experience a deep love and trust of another human being.
  • to remain in touch with myself and the nature that surrounds me.
  • to learn new things, seek new adventures, continually discovering and exploring.
  • to share love and intimacy with a loved one, a child, pets and caring community creating a feeling of family. It comes from being comfortable with loneliness but choosing to search for more.
The great thing about getting in touch with your aspirations is that clarity bout the dead wood you are carrying in your life also surfaces. This new found awareness and space gives you insight into the things you are holding onto, or pulling away energy. If they aren't in your dream dictionary or working towards something there, then its probably good to let go. Don't do this because this article says so, check it in yourself and make the decision if its the right one. You have to live with the choice. 

Admitting I am terrible at this process myself, moving from natural collector to hoarder. Then at some moment being fed up with stuff that clogs up my living space, physical and metaphysical. I move to organizer and more minimalist. I found it was a huge weight off my shoulders when getting rid of resolutions for new years or otherwise. Finding a do now or let go approach works better for me. Not judging myself is an ongoing learning process, with a perfectionist tendencies relating to work and creative projects its hard to not let this impede on my personal conversation with myself. Many more tips could have been included, in the hope to avoid overload and delve into the simple idea of of touching base with yourself I left these out. 

Enjoyed this article? It would be lovely to hear an aspiration, point out of your dream diary and anything else you would like to share.


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