TOME 3

ça y est j’ai lu le tome 3 de la saga Twilight !!! PASSIONNANT !!

Je ne vais évidemment pas vous révéler le tome3… juste quelques indications pour vous donner envie de lire le livre…

Bella est toujours en danger…

Elle a sa famille “vampire” unie autour d’elle pour la protéger, mais elle a aussi un groupe de “loup garous” prêt à la défendre à n’importe quel prix.

Dans tout ça  Bella se retrouve avec une vie pour le moins étrange, le danger qui plane au dessus d’elle, les deux hommes de sa vie, qui s’écorchent à chaque rencontre, que rien ne peut réunir.

Quel est donc ce grand danger qui guette Bella ? Sa famille, ses amis, cette fois seront-ils assez fort, assez nombreux pour lutter contre cet enfer ?

L’animosité entre les “loup garous” et les “vampires” peut-elle s’amoindrir, peut-elle ne plus exister  ??

TOME 3

ça y est j’ai lu le tome 3 de la saga Twilight !!! PASSIONNANT !!

Je ne vais évidemment pas vous révéler le tome3… juste quelques indications pour vous donner envie de lire le livre…

Bella est toujours en danger…

Elle a sa famille “vampire” unie autour d’elle pour la protéger, mais elle a aussi un groupe de “loup garous” prêt à la défendre à n’importe quel prix.

Dans tout ça  Bella se retrouve avec une vie pour le moins étrange, le danger qui plane au dessus d’elle, les deux hommes de sa vie, qui s’écorchent à chaque rencontre, que rien ne peut réunir.

Quel est donc ce grand danger qui guette Bella ? Sa famille, ses amis, cette fois seront-ils assez fort, assez nombreux pour lutter contre cet enfer ?

L’animosité entre les “loup garous” et les “vampires” peut-elle s’amoindrir, peut-elle ne plus exister  ??

A.C.

How many times have you stood or sat there watching something happen but hesitating to say anything or do anything? How many times have you hesitated to ask a question or take an action? Think about an instance where you hesitated and what has it cost you. Hesitation is PAINFUL.

I have struggled with my fair share of hesitation and procrastinating and it has caused me the sort of freedom and power to really make a change in this world. It has caused me years of unrealized potential. I’ve been to hell and back and as your teacher, would I want to see you all walk towards a cliff?

We hesitate all the time. The reasons my students give me is because they don’t know what they want and they don’t even know what they don’t know. Now, I have to admit, there are circumstances in my life where I have felt the same way too. The difference between me and you though, is that I face it in one aspect of life while the rest of you face it in ALL aspects of life.

If you don’t know what you want, it’s called a lack of CLARITY i.e. being clear and seeing clearly what you want. I cannot imagine how anyone can drive full-speed ahead if they can’t see where they’re going.

Not knowing what you know and what you don’t know is a problem of AWARENESS. If you are not aware of yourself and your thoughts, it clouds you more and more as time goes by and soon you will have imagination myopia.

Sometimes, people hesitate because they lack the confidence to take action. Now, what is confidence? Is confidence something we gain or something we stop ourselves from losing? When you look at a baby or a little child, aren’t they confident in trying things out, falling down, attempting to sound words? So, is confident something we have to GAIN or something we have to simply prevent ourselves from LOSING?

A lot of times we complicate matters. Confidence, for instance. People keep saying, “gain confidence” but it’s really complicated teaching someone how to be confident. I get that all the time from strangers, people want to know how a young, single parent like me from a mediocre background can be so confident.  They ask me, “Teacher, how do I LEARN TO BE CONFIDENT?” I usually don’t give a detailed answer to that. You know why?

Confidence is not something you gain or you learn. It’s something you are. It’s your natural state of being. The only way people lose who they naturally are is BECAUSE THEY LIE TO THEMSELVES ALL THE TIME about who they are, what they want and who they want to be. THAT is how you lose your confidence - by lying to yourself again and again and again.

You don’t hesitate because you’re not confident; you’re not confident because you hesitate. Get it?

I look at people around me and they lie to themselves all the time. I lie to myself too; I tell myself I don’t have a weight problem. But why am I not confident walking down the beach in a skimpy bikini? I don’t have a weight problem, do I ? Each time we deny ourselves or we allow ourselves to be denied, we lie to ourselves. And this constant programming of not trusting ourselves and who we are and what we want makes us INCONFIDENT.

You might be wondering, if I KNOW the truth that I’m lying about having a weight problem, then why am I hesitating to do something about it? I don’t. I don’t KNOW I have a weight problem because to KNOW something is to LIVE it, not to say it or discuss it or write about it. The difference between a THINKER and a BELIEVER is that the Thinker Thinks it while the Believer Believes it. And the only way to know the difference is whether the THOUGHTS translate into FEELINGS that drives the ACTIONS to get the results that you want.

Another reason why people hesitate is because the pain of hesitation has not yet exceeded the pain of what is going to happen if they continue tolerating this pain. People who can tolerate a lot of pain are PAINFUL people. It’s painful to live like them, it’s painful to watch them, it’s painful to listen to them and it’s painful to just sit around them. They’re a real pain. Really. Until and unless a major upheaval happens that causes MORE PAIN than the pain of hesitation, a person is not likely to Change. It’s like holding on to a kettle until the water starts boiling. You won’t let go of it until you scald and burn.

Life is simple. To avoid unnecessary suffering, pain and sorrow, simply live your life being less tolerant of pain. The only good pain I know comes from a good healing massage and reflexology. I can’t think of any other forms of unnecessary pain worth tolerating .

Hesitation is painful. Just do it.

Grasse mat'

Le réveil n’est pas renversé, c’est juste que Mimo trouve plus facile de faire lit->table de chevet ( je renverse le réveil >je fais tomber 1 truc ou 2) >je saute par-terre > cuisine > gamelle (ou litière). Et la journée peut commencer.

Donc au bout d’un moment et de plusieurs débranchages de réveil, j’ai mis le réveil à l’horizontal.

Pour monter sur le lit par contre il fait : je monte sur le fauteuil > je saute sur le lit. Y’a un calcul de trajectoire qui peut durer assez longtemps…

En même temps je le comprends. Moi le grand saut j’ose pas…

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Où t’es-tu caché. Je te poursuis,
je traverse la boue des marais,
j’entre dans l’hésitation des bois,
je cherche. Le vent secoue les feuilles,
me rapporte une odeur de brûlé,
frotte mon visage de lumière.
Je n’y vois plus et c’est un pré vide
avec au centre une seule vache.
Elle cesse de brouter. C’est là.

(Jacques Ancet)

 

All things big and small. That’s what I said I would be taking on in the About Section, right? So yeah, today was one of those small days.

The funny thing though, it seems to be that the small things carry the most weight.  Like, I sit here a good amount of the time wracking my brain for something big and scary to do. And when I do that, I start to lose sight of the things I put off doing during my daily routine, things that cause me to hesitate.

So yeah, today while walking around the Lower East side with my buddy Matty V, we came across a square of wet cement in the sidewalk. There were like one or two things etched in it. He suggested I scribble something in it, but I was like, ‘eh, rather not.’ Just as the ‘eh’ came out of my mouth an older woman walked past commenting to another woman how the sidewalk had just been fixed and these people already ruined it. She was seriously annoyed; you could hear it in her thick New Yawrk accent and see it on her gnarly old face – no joke.

Now there was no way I was going to have this scary lady yell at me, leaving me with guilt pangs for the rest of the day.  And then I thought, ‘screw it, I’m scribbling our initials in this wet cement and I ain’t scared of no old lady yelling at me.” Yes, I talk to myself using horrid grammar.

End of story. I fought the hesitation, found an etching tool and put our initials down.  And to think, neither of our initials had ever been placed in cement… talk about long running hesitation.

P.S. Check out Lula’s on East 6^th Street. Awesome.

Vous n’êtes pas sans ignorer que cette année, la plus vieille maison de couture encore en activité a fêté ses 120 ans. Cette maison, je vous le dis a le vent en poupe. Pour les incultes,  c’est  de la maison Jeanne Lanvin dont je vous parle et j’en suis amoureuse. Je suis amoureuse d’Alber Elbaz et je suis amoureuse de cette adresse mythique dont la simple évocation pourrait contrarier mon banquier et me mettre sur la longue et triste liste des interdits bancaires, le 22, Faubourg Saint-Honoré.

Si vous aimez la mode vous saurez qu’il y a parfois des choses qui vous mettent dans un état tel que vous en avez presque honte. Une excitation indescriptible, des émotions inexplicables, une boule au ventre, un frisson et c’est cela que j’appelle la mode. C’est parfois un peu extrême et c’est tout ce que l’on aime. Alber a réveillé toutes ces émotions en moi, car ce défilé, je vous le jure c’était une explosion de plaisir pour les yeux …

Ainsi, si comme moi vous n’étiez pas au défilé (pauvre de nous), voilà ce que vous avez raté. Comme d’habitude, Alber Elbaz nous a sorti le grand jeu de technicité absolument simple, de glamour absolument élégant avec des drapés époustouflants, des matières étonnantes et des couleurs détonantes. Du rose, du pêche, du vermillon entre autres robes noires qui paraîtraient presque colorées, des sequins qui se parent de milles feux et tous ça de la manière la plus évidente qui soit… Je suis restée le souffle coupée, bouche bée, ébahie par sa géniale inspiration.

Et c’est donc grâce à Lanvin que nous serons ce printemps coquines et mutines, chics et fatales bref nous serons femmes dans toutes nos contradictions. Merci Alber!!! Et comme les mots ne valent rien dans la fashion sphère je vous laisse découvrir mes looks coups de coeur ….

Steph

Never wait until tomorrow -
when they are in your heart today.

At that moment…the one where it seems time stands still for a split second…when you find you want to change your mind about something…and you hesitate because you start to analyze, rationalize and question your position…that in fact, is the very spot you’ll find your brilliance, your power, your viability.   For to change your mind…often will change your life.  And you have the inherent right to change it up…the option to switch your thought or situation…even if it means inconveniencing people or requires extra effort from yourself or others.  Be bold and listen to the intuitive messages that cause you to hold your breath and consider for a brief moment…the other side of the coin.  Don’t be afraid to step out of the box…to take a chance and see why your hesitation appeared…for it’s your prerogative to change your mind!!

So, the economy has finally reached me. I think. Or, have I just lost momentum? The past year or so has been quite a change for me. First, I have to adapt to working at home. The loneliness, the silence, the anxiousness. The freedom, the grass-is-always-greener, the late nights and early mornings. Second, I got a dog (enough said). Third, my priorities have shifted. Things are more genuine. I care less about what people think about me. I listen more. I talk less. I cut off all my hair (literally). I spend less money, but have made more friends. I worry about money, I carry more stress. I am either laughing or crying – there is little middle ground. I fear mediocrity but have been living in it for years. More then ever I have been wondering: will this work out?

g.

My mom.

I’ve been noticing more recently that whenever she drives, she always hesitates at every intersection. Even when she has the right of way, like she’s unsure whether or not the other car will go, even when it shouldn’t. I don’t know. Like she’ll do this thing, where sometimes, she’s so unsure that she hesitates in the middle of a turn, and I tell her this, but I don’t think she hears me. I mean, it’s okay to hesitate I guess, but if you’re in the middle of a four-way intersection, you’ve gotta floor it; you can’t just sit there and wait for rabbits and fucking hail. But this is what happened when she drove me to Douglass this morning, and after she picked me up later that afternoon. And I know she’s done it before, I just hadn’t realized (until today) that it’s become slightly problematic.

I think she’s plagued with indecision.

And I think I understand.

You know, once that car hits you, it’s over. It’s fucking over. And I know this. I know this. But I do it anyway. I sit there and I wait for shit to rain until it’s too late and someone’s just chipped a wedge off my bumper. And little by little, the chips become more consistent, more constant, more degenerative. This is where indecision gets you, when you’re so unsure of what to do (even though you know of what you should do), you just sit there and waste away in thinking. Too much thinking. When you enumerate the consequences and draw lines inside you’re head, you don’t realize that you’re perpetuating a consequence as you think. Indecision is a consequence on its own.

You have to learn this. Because how many hesitations does it take to get hit by just one car. One car. And how many people are you gonna piss off in the process. Indecision pisses people off, believe me; in the process of outweighing costs and benefits and letting indecision linger into procrastination, I’ve fucked more things than I can count.

I need to stop.

I need to stop rotting away in four-way intersections; I don’t know what to do, and I don’t know what I’m waiting for.

should have stapled this on my forehead when I had the chance.

Bon, j’ai décidé qu’à défaut de vous pondre du matériel neuf une fois par année, j’allais vous ressortir quelques classiques. Les deux premiers extraits que j’ai offerts ici étaient fantaisistes/épiques, un récit au héros unique, rôdeur étrange, ou bien un traité sur un peuple frôlant le démonisme. Je crois qu’il est temps de donner une tendance un peu plus populaire à mon blog et vous offrir une nouvelle toute simple de la vie de tous les jours. Malheureusement, elle est beaucoup trop courte mais bon, je l’allongerai quand je voudrai la publier officiellement. Profitez-en.

- J’ai une offre à vous faire, vous ne pourrez refuser…

Il l’observait, son regard si lucide, mais pourtant si intimidant, si dérangeant à la fois… Il avait peine à percer dans ce qu’elle cherchait à lui dire et n’allait pas se laisser tenter sans avoir la certitude de ce qui allait arriver.

Elle se tenait devant lui, d’un air plutôt désinvolte mais les traits de son visage démontraient une sévérité si placide qu’il n’arrivait pas à se concentrer. Elle le narguait, frôlant les doigts sur son manche en l’observant, attendant patiemment qu’il s’offre à elle et accepte de tout laisser pour elle.

Il repensait à sa femme, qui ne pourrait accepter le virement de situation, à ce que ses enfants penseraient, ce qu’ils leur diraient de lui plus tard. D’un côté, tout le retenait de poser un acte quelconque mais la tentation était si forte. Ces années de retenue, un mariage dans lequel il n’avait jamais su prendre sa place…

Au moment où ses pensées devenaient plus claires, elle s’approcha son visage du sien, laissant son souffle chaud passer sur sa nuque. Son corps en frissonna, mais pas de ces vagues d’ondes qui vous allument, vous font fermer les yeux en souriant… C’était d’une chaleur insupportable, si vive que la sueur parcourait tout son corps. Il hésitait, d’un côté, cette vie si difficile qui lui demandait de s’investir, de laisser tomber les pulsions qui s’installaient en lui, ou s’abandonner à elle, qui continuait de le tenter.

Il décida de s’abandonner à elle, appuya sur la détente, et sur le moment, elle agrippa le manche de sa faux et faucha son âme.

Il ne pouvait pas refuser…