Ok, so I figured this out:
Most people don't like really long blogposts. And mine have been getting longer and longer I feel. But hey, it's a learning process, isn't it? I love that. Learning I mean, I don't adore long blogposts either, unless they are extraordinarily good. And I won't kid myself ;).
So, I decided this:
Instead of writing ultralong blogposts about people's passions here, I am going to collect the interviews, create an e-book, and then hand it out here for free. Much better, don't you think?
It may take a little while, though not necessarily that long. I have started looking for participants allready. And of course, if you have a passion, something that really sets you on fire - by all means, let me know and I'll interveiw you about it (via mail).
Love!
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onsdag 8 februari 2012
måndag 6 februari 2012
passion. mine.
So, what then is my greatest passion?
I have answered that question several times, just to erase the answer. There are so many things that excite me and make me happy. But if I have to choose one thing - it is music. I also wanted to say "creating art", but I will stick to just the one thing. And that is music. Listening to it. Making it.
What is my first memory of my passion?
I remember being maybe four or five years old. Standing next to my father in the living room. He is sitting on a chair, playing the violin, and I am singing. About the spring birds filling the heavens after a long winter.
My father was a musician before I was born. He used to play the violin in the Gothembourg symfonic orchestra. He gave it up to become a surgeon so that his family would never be poor (he grew up poor), but he always kept playing. Still does so everyday. So classical music was a part of our lives from the beginning. I remember him being able to tell the name and composer of a piece after just hearing a phrase or sometimes even just two notes. I was impressed and wanted to learn to do the same. Never did though. My relationship to music is very different to my father's.
I also remember listening to a record, running around and around in our livinroom, completely absorbed for ages, feeling free, completely free.
I also remember, at a very young age, when I thought about what I wanted life to be like, I pictured a room filled with instruments from all over the world. And I could play with them all.
What about it is it that sets me on fire?
Everything. I love listening to it - how it can evoke so much inside me. Feelings. Images. Words. It can open up an entire new universe inside me. Singing. Never do I feel closer to a higher being than when I sing. I love how my voice is free. How it can pick me up and fill me with joy no matter how desperate I may feel. I love how my singing voice can light a shine in the eyes of others, and for a moment we share eternity. I love that there is such diversity - there is so much to explore and experience! And I love that it is an experience that is not intellectual, but emotional and fysical. I like how listening to music prompts my body to move, and how I can immerse myself in the sound and forget about everything around me. It is absolutely a spiritual experience for me. It deepens my experience of life.
What part does it play in my life as a whole and in my everyday life?
As I wrote, it is a spiritual experience for me, to listen and make music likewise. So it is my connection to something greater, a way to enter into "trance" or "expansiveness", meditation. It helps me gain access to my imagination and my strength. In my everyday life, it is an area that wakes up my inspiration and my curiosity. Two things that are much needed since I often feel the everyday life is too much of the same, which makes me panic from time to time. Music connects me with a sence of meaningfulness and inspiration.
Also, I sing with my children all the time. Children's songs, classical music, improvised jazzy stuff (usually makes my son go NO! Not that! Not like that!), hihi. I feel it is a way for us to connect emotionally.
How do I feel other people could approach it to get the best experience?
Most people allready have some relationship with music. But so many people I have met have a fear of singing. Most because they have been told that they can't sing, or because they decided for themselves that their voices are not beautiful enough. I would so much like for those who carry these beliefs to reclaim their voices! Singing doesn't have to be "beautiful", it is so much more rhan that. And I would like to inspire people to listen to things that are outside the frames of what they normally listen to. I believe it to be so enriching. I is an experience of something totally different for a couple of minutes! Listen in a meditative, open state, maybe lying down with your eyes closed, wearing headphones. Allow yourself to be washed over, filled, and just let your thoughts, imagination and feelings stray!
I think, if you have spotify, you can follow the link below to listen to some good stuff.
passion
Enjoy!
I have answered that question several times, just to erase the answer. There are so many things that excite me and make me happy. But if I have to choose one thing - it is music. I also wanted to say "creating art", but I will stick to just the one thing. And that is music. Listening to it. Making it.
What is my first memory of my passion?
I remember being maybe four or five years old. Standing next to my father in the living room. He is sitting on a chair, playing the violin, and I am singing. About the spring birds filling the heavens after a long winter.
My father was a musician before I was born. He used to play the violin in the Gothembourg symfonic orchestra. He gave it up to become a surgeon so that his family would never be poor (he grew up poor), but he always kept playing. Still does so everyday. So classical music was a part of our lives from the beginning. I remember him being able to tell the name and composer of a piece after just hearing a phrase or sometimes even just two notes. I was impressed and wanted to learn to do the same. Never did though. My relationship to music is very different to my father's.
I also remember listening to a record, running around and around in our livinroom, completely absorbed for ages, feeling free, completely free.
I also remember, at a very young age, when I thought about what I wanted life to be like, I pictured a room filled with instruments from all over the world. And I could play with them all.
What about it is it that sets me on fire?
Everything. I love listening to it - how it can evoke so much inside me. Feelings. Images. Words. It can open up an entire new universe inside me. Singing. Never do I feel closer to a higher being than when I sing. I love how my voice is free. How it can pick me up and fill me with joy no matter how desperate I may feel. I love how my singing voice can light a shine in the eyes of others, and for a moment we share eternity. I love that there is such diversity - there is so much to explore and experience! And I love that it is an experience that is not intellectual, but emotional and fysical. I like how listening to music prompts my body to move, and how I can immerse myself in the sound and forget about everything around me. It is absolutely a spiritual experience for me. It deepens my experience of life.
What part does it play in my life as a whole and in my everyday life?
As I wrote, it is a spiritual experience for me, to listen and make music likewise. So it is my connection to something greater, a way to enter into "trance" or "expansiveness", meditation. It helps me gain access to my imagination and my strength. In my everyday life, it is an area that wakes up my inspiration and my curiosity. Two things that are much needed since I often feel the everyday life is too much of the same, which makes me panic from time to time. Music connects me with a sence of meaningfulness and inspiration.
Also, I sing with my children all the time. Children's songs, classical music, improvised jazzy stuff (usually makes my son go NO! Not that! Not like that!), hihi. I feel it is a way for us to connect emotionally.
How do I feel other people could approach it to get the best experience?
Most people allready have some relationship with music. But so many people I have met have a fear of singing. Most because they have been told that they can't sing, or because they decided for themselves that their voices are not beautiful enough. I would so much like for those who carry these beliefs to reclaim their voices! Singing doesn't have to be "beautiful", it is so much more rhan that. And I would like to inspire people to listen to things that are outside the frames of what they normally listen to. I believe it to be so enriching. I is an experience of something totally different for a couple of minutes! Listen in a meditative, open state, maybe lying down with your eyes closed, wearing headphones. Allow yourself to be washed over, filled, and just let your thoughts, imagination and feelings stray!
I think, if you have spotify, you can follow the link below to listen to some good stuff.
passion
Enjoy!
söndag 29 januari 2012
passion.
A while ago I wrote here about my fascination for other people's passion. How I thought about doing an interview project about it here on the blog. So, I figured today would be a good day to start. What I love about this, is that asking people about things they are passionate about gives us a chance to see things we might not normally think of at all through the eyes of somebody who loves them. I remember the first time I discovered the beauty of this:
I was on the trainstation waiting for the train to take me to visit my mother and stepfather. A young woman called out my name, and it was an old friend I hadn't seen for possibly ten years. We met at a scoutscamp one summer a long long time ago, stayed in touch a while after, but then lost contact. She had become an engineer and work in some heavy industry I can't remember. What I do remember is how surprised I was that she had ended up in that business, and in that role. She was some sort of supervisor on the floor, working with only men in a huge factory of sort where they constructed something that required a lot of heat.nAnd even more, I recall how fascinating it was to here her talk about it. It was something I would never have taken an interest in myself. Ever. I would have written it of as utterly boring and a sad way to have to spend your working days. But she lit up completely. Talking about her love of walking out onto the floor filled with those huge machines and containers. Feeling the heat, the heat, the heat. Her eyes shone, her skin blushed and she looked as the heat was in her when she talked about it. And I didn't want her to stop talking. For a moment there could be nothing more exciting than this job she was talking about. And afterwards I was all excited as if though I had stumbled upon a grand treasure, or unlocked a big secret:
Everything in life can be this exciting! You just have to see it through the eyes of that person who is passionate about it.
And then, unfortunatly, I forgot about it.
But now I figured, why not embark on a journey where we can explore different passions here on my blog? Yes!!!
I will post my first interview (with myself, hehe) as soon as it is finished = soon. And if you have a passion you would like me to interview you about here - just let me know!
Love!
I was on the trainstation waiting for the train to take me to visit my mother and stepfather. A young woman called out my name, and it was an old friend I hadn't seen for possibly ten years. We met at a scoutscamp one summer a long long time ago, stayed in touch a while after, but then lost contact. She had become an engineer and work in some heavy industry I can't remember. What I do remember is how surprised I was that she had ended up in that business, and in that role. She was some sort of supervisor on the floor, working with only men in a huge factory of sort where they constructed something that required a lot of heat.nAnd even more, I recall how fascinating it was to here her talk about it. It was something I would never have taken an interest in myself. Ever. I would have written it of as utterly boring and a sad way to have to spend your working days. But she lit up completely. Talking about her love of walking out onto the floor filled with those huge machines and containers. Feeling the heat, the heat, the heat. Her eyes shone, her skin blushed and she looked as the heat was in her when she talked about it. And I didn't want her to stop talking. For a moment there could be nothing more exciting than this job she was talking about. And afterwards I was all excited as if though I had stumbled upon a grand treasure, or unlocked a big secret:
Everything in life can be this exciting! You just have to see it through the eyes of that person who is passionate about it.
And then, unfortunatly, I forgot about it.
But now I figured, why not embark on a journey where we can explore different passions here on my blog? Yes!!!
I will post my first interview (with myself, hehe) as soon as it is finished = soon. And if you have a passion you would like me to interview you about here - just let me know!
Love!
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