One of the most popular discussions at my Social Media Workshops is consistently on how to effectively use images in posts. With thousands of images passing through our feeds daily, what makes an image stand out, attention-grabbing, and effective?
While I could (and may) hold a workshop focused solely on taking great photos with your phone or DSLR to share on social media, today I am thinking more broadly about how to maximize the use of images on social media platforms.
To start with, there are some best practices to consider:
Speaking of Apps, these are just a few of my go-to image editing and graphics tools. I rarely post without them.
Here's a fun and useful exercise...
Go to your favorite social media site (Instagram, Facebook, Pinterest, etc.) Simply scroll down the page at a medium pace without reading a word... stop when an image captures your attention. What caught your eye? Was it the colors? The composition? The subject? The light? Or something else? Do this several times and figure out what made you choose this set of photos... use this as a guide as you develop your own style of photographs.
Most importantly, have fun and believe that what inspires you is what makes you and your business unique. It will also inspire your clients, fans, and followers.
PEACE + LOVE ~ L
So think as if your every thought were to be etched in fire across the sky for all and everything to see.
For so in truth it is.
So speak as if the world entire were but a single ear intent on hearing what you say.
For so in truth it is.
So act as if your every deed were to recoil upon your head.
For so in truth it does.
So wish as if you were the wish.
for so in truth you are.
So live as if your God himself had need of you his life to live.
For so in truth he does.
From The Book of Mirdad by Mikael Naimy
I wish money didn't matter. Yet, it does.
This month alone I have received no less than 7 requests for donations. The worthy causes include medical equipment for a baby, recording of an indie artist's album, and a gala for an art school. Some are requests from people I know; others from strangers. All are from people who, like me, believe we are all in this together.
How many requests have crossed your path, either in email, snail mail, or via social media? To how many have you contributed? Do you have a philanthropy budget of some set amount per year, per month? With so many causes to read and understand, how do you prioritize? Which are deserving of your hard earned dollars? When does it matter? Why does it matter?
Truth be told if I could I would give to every one that proved valid and credibly aligned with my own values. We all know I can't, so my strategy goes something like this:
Supporting my public radio station matters. Sponsoring my sister's run for Autism Awareness matters. Sponsoring students from East Jerusalem and Tel Aviv to participate in what I know first hand to be a life change, world changing experience matters. Everything matters, so how can I choose? I can't. I don't. So, I allocate. If I can give $100 to each, I do. If I can give $10 to each, I do. If I have time, I volunteer. If I have no money or time to give, I share to help raise awareness. In the spirit of "we're all in this together", what matters is that I am giving something, whether it be money, time, or attention. What matters is that I give something to show that I know we are all in this together..
Soon I'll begin to log and review the many hours of footage from the trip. In the mean time, I'm reviewing it all in my mind and continue to recall and discover the issues, ironies, and realities that unfolded.
The other two programs were postponed due to tensions and fears after two incidents of violence. The second program in Jerusalem was scheduled to begin the day after the attack at the Synagogue. The Palestinian school feared retaliation and for the safety of their students traveling into the heart of the city. The reality made this more than a headline to me.
We met with the Jewish students at their school to discuss the events of the day and to explain the MiC program. I interviewed some of the students and was moved by the intensity of their stories.
Even though their individual and collective perspectives were mixed, and often even confusing, it seems they are looking forward to participating when the program is rescheduled. I envision this to be one of the more dynamic pairings.
The other postponed program was in Netanya, where a week earlier a man's car was set on fire as he entered the Palestinian area. The man was rescued but tensions remained high.
We made every attempt over the course of a week to relocate both days of the program to a neutral territory, but ultimately decided to postpone as the spirit and method of our program was being compromised by the alterations. This was a hard decision that didn't go smoothly.
On our last day we traveled to Jaffe for a much anticipated reunion with our delegates. When we arrived 2 weeks ago, everyone had confirmed attendance. One by one and two by two, they informed me they wouldn't make it. Some offered reasons… family illness, need to study, no transportation, etc. Just as I was about to order dinner for the few who I thought were still coming, I got the call that they weren't. In truth, I believe there were other reasons that they didn't want to share. I want to think it was more about their sense of safety traveling and not a change in their perspective on coexistence, but who can say for sure? In most cases it was their parents who made the decision. I had so wanted to talk to and film their thoughts and perspectives on the current escalation of tensions, as well as to hear their experiences after returning home. Follow-up is an important part of our work and we will continue to develop ways to stay in touch with all of them and to foster ways for them to connect with one another. Needless to say everyone involved in the cancellations was incredibly disappointed and we do intend to reschedule the programs to take place with our facilitators in Israel.
We were able to expand our network of MiC supporters, including teachers, principals, and potential facilitators during this tour, through direct contact, word of mouth, and via our social media posting. This is very significant for Music In Common, as we intend to broaden and expand our programming throughout the year with a team of Jewish and Arab partners who can work side by side to initiate and implement activities in the region. We will be working diligently here in the U.S. to train and develop this team in Israel so that programming and follow-up can take place. In our commitment to these goals, fundraising for our Israel programs is critical and will be ongoing. With a strong network in the country, our potential for sustainable efforts becomes more feasible.
Tensions throughout the trip were palpable. We remained acutely aware of relatively small incidents reported, reactions and responses by both sides, and of course always aware of our location and surroundings. Navigating the streets and highways in the country is tricky at best, but we made our way around without any major detours, enjoying the diverse beauty of the countryside and cities and meeting many people along the way. Though we weren't able to bring students to Beit Hanina, a school in East Jerusalem, Justin and I visited, toured, and interviewed the principal at the school. Then, we walked and shopped in the bustling town. I personally really enjoyed the familiar Arab atmosphere.
We took advantage of the unexpected down time to enjoy the magnificent Mediterranean Sunset and the night scenes of Jaffe and Tel Aviv. It was also a time to reflect on the events of the past 2 weeks and the outcomes of what happened and what didn't happen.
Even with all the twists and turns, the most prominent vibe of the trip reflects the theme we proposed to the students for their songs, "We Refuse To Be Enemies". In general every student, teacher, and person we spoke to echoed this in one way or another. As the world watches from afar via headlines, life in Israel continues on day to day. People go to work, go to school, shop, enjoy the arts, and travel about. At times, it was hard to believe their was anything noteworthy going on. In some places, it is impossible to identify between Arabs and Jews. We heard many stories about police and IDF screening people on the train, on the streets, and at the borders, both Arabs and Jews. Everyone is suspect and to me, that reality is a very sad reflection on humanity.
What I take away more than anything is that when we look closely, individuals are intent on co-existing and that for better or worse, We Are All In This Together. From my perspective, the We includes ourselves and others... All. My hope is that somehow this concept will flow upstream and change will happen. Maybe at some level it already is. I want to believe it.
My task now is to sift out the dramatic complexities to reveal what actually happens during the MiC process. The shifts in attitude, understanding, expectations, and perceptions are real and tangible every single time. These students are modeling a process toward peace, whether they recognize it or not. That has lasting value in that the experience cannot be unexperienced. This is hopeful and inspiring. For all the exhaustion, stress, and uncertainties I know that we accomplished our goals. The fact we did so amid such challenging circumstances is precisely why we are there and why this work is so relevant.
We are hosting an information session about the February tour in Israel and Palestine with students on Monday November 24th from 5:30-7PM at the Mason Library in Great Barrington. More information see this article.
As always, you can see updates, photos, and videos from the tour on our Facebook Page.
Your support in the form of donations, volunteering, in-kind services, promoting, and networking are welcomed and encouraged. Please email me at email@example.com or visit our website.
In Gratitude ~ L
After a busy and productive week, I want to take advantage of a rare morning off to let you know how things are going here at MiC Israel. We spent 4 nights in Jerusalem holding one program with an East and a West Jerusalem High School. Now we are in the Negev pairing Jewish and Bedouin students that live near one another but have little or no opportunity to meet.
I am working with Justin Hillman, who is facilitating the song writing portion of the program, as well as other local musicians, teachers, and principals in each school. Lauren Ornstein and Tracey Shipley are Israel based MiC staff who, along with Todd Mack help to arrange and coordinate each of these programs. Without this incredible team, none of this could happen. Nimrod Hay Krispil has been a tremendous asset to several of these programs. I am honored to work among such talented team!
Each program pairs a Jewish and an Arab School with 7 students from each. Students in these 2 programs have written one song each over 2 days, "Forget the Fight" and "Together, Beyachad, Ma'an".
While tensions are palpable, especially in Jerusalem but even somewhat here in the Negev, the resounding theme among the students is that the world see the beauty, hope, and intention that exists here across cultures and religions. They are very vocal about feeling that they have a choice to take a different direction than their parents, grandparents, and ancestors. I commend the schools here for empowering them to think beyond the status quo. They seem to be heeding the call and are very open to meeting one another despite their fears and judgements. Once they do they begin to talk and their curiosity fuels an incredible creative process. These songs are truly their collective voice. They work incredibly hard through it all right to the very last moment. It's quite magical every single time. These schools and these students are not deterred from connecting with one another and hope to be a model for their elders and leaders.
All of this validates the evolution of MiC from that backyard jam into this direct work with youth in such a conflicted area. They are grateful for the opportunity and accept it as a responsibility.
The students often turn the camera on me and the other facilitators with questions of their own. They really are thirsty for understanding and information to develop their own perspective and perceptions. They want the world to know their stories beyond the headlines. We are hoping to share their voices in these images and videos to a worldwide audience.
We have 3 more programs ahead, as well as a reunion with our international delegates from the 2014 Youth Summit. Staying connected and fostering continued interaction and collaboration between our students is an important part of MiC's work.
I have so much more inside, but for now I'll say thank you for your interest and support of Music in Common and I hope you enjoy these little bits of what we are up to.
You can see more video and photos on our Facebook page with or without an account at: https://www.facebook.com/MusicinCommon
Peace, Salaam, Shalom ~ L
In the weeks since my journey has come up in conversation with various friends and strangers, I’ve come to instinctually hold a breath in wait for their inevitable responses, which in one of 2 phrases is delivered with some passion. “Wow, that’s exciting!” or “What are you, crazy?!”
I don’t think I’ve directly answered any one of them out loud, yet in truth the answer to both is “Yes!” Yes, I’m excited about the journey that will begin with a long crowded flight that plays uncomfortable tricks on the mind and body. Yes, I look forward to the relative stillness as we travel literally through space and time to give undivided attention to the mission at hand. I recall the food on Turkish Airlines to be very good… so that’s also something. In my life that is reliably full and hectic and diverse, I am drawn to this window of opportunity to immerse fully in the momentum of this work.
To those who ask, “Are you crazy?” I might well respond, “More so than you know.” The experiences of my last two entries through Israeli customs were enlightening by all means. My last name is Najimy, which is undeniably Arabic. Lebanese to be exact. "No, I have not been to Lebanon." "No, I don’t have contact with family still living in Lebanon." "No, I can’t recall the name of my grandfather’s birthplace." "No" to the other questions that might have offended, discouraged, humored, or enraged me.
My decision to lead this tour did not come lightly. After much consideration and due diligence to be informed and aware of current tensions and risks in the region, and with eyes, mind and heart wide open, I discovered that the journey that has led to my being faced with this decision at all, is precisely the reason I am compelled to do it.
2014 marks my 7th year with Music In Common (MiC). Todd Mack approached me in 2008 with the story of his mission to strengthen communities through music to honor the life of his friend and band mate, Daniel Pearl. What began as a backyard jam in 2005, had evolved at that time into a tour of 17 FODfest concerts in 18 days on the east and west coasts of the United States. That adventure was my initiation. It was magic.
Todd's inspiration was reverence for how his friend lived and to speak out against the very public atrocities that claimed Danny's life. The many artists' and audiences' motivations seemed to come from their passionate faith in the power of music to heal. Mine was a conviction that we are all in this together and that our stories shared in a collective creative process is a path to making a better world. Whatever it was that brought each of us to this work has fueled an unstoppable momentum to implement music and multimedia to positively effect change in people and in communities. Since that time we have toured and developed programs with youth, artists, organizations and communities in the U.S., Taiwan, Israel, and Palestine.
To say I am proud of our work, or that everyone should support these efforts, or that I am involved in something profoundly meaningful, or even to claim this is my passion, all seem to be trite and self-serving rhetoric. I do this work not because I am an Arab, not because I am not a Jew, not because of any political or religious convictions, and not because I have anything in particular to offer. I do it because I am a human being and this is ultimately the human spirit of love, compassion, and connectedness at work.
This summer MiC hosted our first International Youth Summit at Bard College at Simon’s Rock. This was an ambitious and challenging endeavor, intensified by its direct timing with active conflict between Israel and Gaza. After nearly 2 years of planning, in the weeks leading up to the Summit we questioned if we could actually pull it off. Our team in the U.S. and in Israel struggled and juggled with logistics, students’ and parents’ fears, cultural tensions, programming, and concerns for safety. Yet fueled by our collective mission & motivation, we prevailed!
The students together chose to write a song about their vision for how personal change can lead to global change. Their song and video, “The Change We’ll Bring” reflects their own belief in the power each of us has to initiate an alternative, non-violent solution to conflicts in our own lives and in the world.
The community was incredibly supportive and welcoming to the MiC Delegates, greeting and interviewing them, hosting and facilitating events, discussions, dinners, and a concert. A documentary crew came by to produce a short video, "Harmony In Tragedy", that was featured on Huffington Post. All of this acknowledgement moved and inspired these young people tremendously, knowing that their time, effort, and song had already touched people. They were justly recognized for their contribution toward a better world.
As we said “Salaam, Shalom, and Peace” on the last day one delegate said,
We feel it is our responsibility to carry this message forward and to cultivate the seeds that have been sown. We are planning more of these cross-national programs in the U.S. and in Israel for 2015. But for now back to the trip at hand.
When the time came to consider if I would not only make this trip but to lead it, I first took time to check in with myself to see if I was prepared to take on the inherent complex responsibilities. My role as the Arab also played a significant part in this decision. Todd Mack is a Jew, both of our staff in Israel are Jewish. If we are seeking to promote cross-cultural unity then our own cultural balance truly matters. It inherently strengthens and validates our very foundation in ways that all the peace-talking video-making good intentions can’t reach.
I recalled the delegates I had met and come to love this summer. I looked at photos and reread their notes asking when they would see me again, Habibi. I wondered if their experiences have stayed with them and in what ways? I felt a pull to find out for myself.
I also thought a lot about my Dad during this process and looked to him for guidance. With my Dad’s illness in 2012 and death in January 2013, I was not capable of taking on the emotional, mental, and physical intensity of MiC’s two trips to Israel in 2013. Both of my parents have always been faithful advocates of Music in Common and believed in the impact of all aspects of our work. My Dad was a man of quiet strength and unassuming service to others. He is the reason I am Arabic. He is the reason I am not a terrorist.
I am dedicating this trip to Dad and his legacy of love and service to others.
Our objectives for this tour are twofold. We will bring five MiC Youth Songwriting and Multimedia Programs pairing among 11 Jewish and Arab schools. I will also film for a short documentary, recently funded by a supportive and generous donor to Music In Common. This is an incredible opportunity to reconnect with the Youth Summit Delegates and to have them illustrate the tangible impact that has evolved from these projects over the past 10 years, from a backyard jam to a non-profit organization providing a platform for making peace through music in the U.S., Israel, and Palestine. This project will continue when we return and is schedule for completion in April 2015.
So, yes I am cautiously excited. In so many ways this journey has been well underway for years and to disembark now would the crazy part. Wish us well.
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PEACE * SALAAM * SHALOM ~ L
When I was asked to make a presentation for the Berkshire Festival of Women Writers on my stories and photos of the Great Barrington Fairgrounds, I did not know that exactly six weeks before the event date my Dad would die. And those of you who have lost someone so close understand how the very foundation that kept my feet touching the earth was fractured. So for 5 of the 6 weeks before the event I doubted I could do it.
The week before this event I had gone to hear Angelique Kidjo in concert. Early in her set she said she was going to dedicate a song to her Dad, whom she lost 5 years ago (a tear). She said, "People tell you it gets easier... but it doesn't."... She continued to talk about her Dad and his influence and love for her and her siblings... (my tear ducts quietly unplugged and flowed). I wasn't sure I could stay... She continued, "Our happiness is our responsibility. Our misery is our responsibility. We just have to keep moving and put goodness into the world every second, every minute, every hour, every day." Dad had a quiet strength, an abundance of love, and he unassumingly put a lot of goodness into the world in many ways of his own. Angelique said, “This microphone is my instrument of mass love.” With her weapon of choice armed and loaded she had a theater full of people on their feet dancing and singing for more than an hour. I was one of them. I went home and started writing.
Dad and I had talked about this presentation. He knew I was nervous and not comfortable speaking in public. He encouraged me that I could do it because the Fairgrounds is something I feel passionate about. He offered to help me select and organize images to share with you. The week prior to my presentation, as I sat alone sifting through photos and 5 years of journals and pages of notes and drafts of my Fairgrounds story, I felt not an inkling of capacity to write anything that anyone would want to hear. Truth be told 48 hours before showtime, I was convinced I could not.
With the supposed ingredients of my story scattered lifelessly around an equally lifeless me, I said out loud, “How am I going to do this?” To my surprise I got an immediate response. Suddenly I was back in the hospital room having the very last conversation I had with Dad before machines and masks took away his freedom of speech... forever. It was me and Dad and a friend of his. He was telling his friend about some of the projects I am involved with; how meaningful and inspirational my work is. His face and his words and his eyes and his tone were shining with love and with pride...
I know he would have been sitting right there next to my Mom the night of my presentation. And I think he was. So, with images and words as my instruments of choice, I kept calm and carried on…
It was late autumn in 2008 and I was on the verge of…. Well, whatever it is one can be on the verge of for 9 years.
Back then I had taken a leap… a big, scary, hopeful, cleansing leap toward… I don’t know, I guess I had hoped… toward myself.
I had abandoned the path I thought I was on… certain that something better, truer, and sustaining was just ahead. My son was grown, I got a divorce, quit my career in Human Services. It was my time. So, I had packed up and made the big move south…
from Pittsfield to Great Barrington. New digs, new dog, new friends, new experiences.
I took my video camera and my new Masters degree and traveled… in the US, in India, West Africa… telling stories of the work and impact of non-profit organizations. It was exciting, it was rewarding, it was inspiring… Surely I was on the verge of something…
But I still wondered… what exactly was I on the verge of… and how would I know when I stepped off the fringe and over that elusive line? Truth be told I had no idea what I was doing and I just knew I would soon be outed for the fraud that I was. I was as afraid and insecure and uncertain as I had always been… And, I was broke. I felt broken.
But whether stubborn or stupid, I also dared to feel hope, opportunity, and vision. So rather than let paralyses keep me standing still, I kept myself moving… Well, that’s not entirely true. I had an exuberant, bouncing, precocious 3 year old pit bull that kept me moving whether I wanted to or not.
Walking is moving, so we walked… here and there and there with no direction or destination. We just walked never knowing where we would land.
On a rainy autumn day in 2008 we landed in the driveway near the old Great Barrington Fairgrounds. Dutifully obeying the sign on the fence that warned wayward walkers like us to “Keep Out” of the Fairgrounds Proper, we followed the driveway down to the little structure on the little hill in the back. The empty fields on both sides seemed suitable stomping grounds for a dog who couldn’t stand still.
Madison romped in the wet and matted grass. I thought about ticks and snakes. She looked with diligence for the ball I had flung into the weeds. I looked with wonder at the open blue sky and at the mountain of trees… and a scar. I began to remember this place has a history… I glanced over the fence and remembered more. Curious.
Of all the things Madison loves, nothing is more compelling to her than water. That rainy fall she quickly discovered the plentitude of muddy bath opportunities on the fringe of the Fairgrounds.
So, into the swamp the doggy did romp.
As my dog freely leaped and bounded and dipped, only occasionally emerging unrecognizable, her golden red coat now slick with watery black mud and a great big dog-toothed smile, I walked and sang and danced my way up and down the driveway like nobody was watching, confident that I was hidden in plain sight.
This became my daily meditation practice… time to think and not think, to reflect, to find clarity. To look inside. Some traditions even say this is how to get unbroken.
The more time I spent wandering outside the fence of Fairgrounds Proper, the more I recalled back in the day when there actually was a fair here. If memory served, these fields were the site of a ferris wheel, a carousel, the spider, and tilt-a-whirl. The empty grassy fields suddenly came alive with bells and screeches and lights and balloons…
My curiosity began to grow. What else had happened here? What of its history had remained to be told? What had been forgotten? What was inside on the forbidden ground, beyond the verge. I began to imagine and my perspective began to shift – if there was more to the story it was to be found inside. But, being a “good girl” I remained on the outside looking in.
The irony - that this was the story of my life… on the verge of something, on the outside looking in – did not go unnoted. For months I remained on the fringe of the fairgrounds. I didn’t dare to step over the boundary.
However, my dog is more daring than discerning. In the Spring, unable to resist the grand opening of all the new mud spas and ignoring the invisible security guard, as well as the highly visible sign warning us to keep out… Madison bolted straight inside the fence to romp in the mud on Fairgrounds Proper!!
With blind disregard for my “good girl” instincts, rather than wave my arms and scream in my mean mommy voice, as a few of you have had the misfortune of witnessing in action… I followed.
In an instant my curiosity turned to intrigue. With one audacious step over the line, I felt like Alice down the rabbit hole. The past became more present than the still and abandoned ground I was standing upon.
I smelled popcorn and cow poop. I heard voices and bells and whinnies. I walked toward jockeys and beer and kids with fluffy, sticky pink and blue cotton candy faces. Much like the Cheshire Cat… one by one parts of me disappeared until all that was left of me was a great big grin. I had found my Wonderland.
Having been on the verge of that elusive something I thought I was headed toward for 9 years, and then stepping across the Fairgrounds fringe I had danced on for months, I began to realize there was a reason I landed here. This rabbit hole was precisely where I needed to be – on the inside.
For years there has been speculation and pontification on the Great Barrington Fairgrounds. Developers, politicians, neighbors, and random passers-by have had a lot to say and write about it.
"What a waste."
"Tear it down."
"Build it up."
"So much potential."
"It’s an eyesore."
Judgment. Expectation. Uncertainty.
Amid all this, I could only think… “No, leave it alone… this place is speaking and I am listening”… I have been listening ever since, on many days in every season.
As winters and springs and summers and autumns came and went, I explored deeper, looked closer, and lingered longer… There were stories. Stories of winning and losing, of relationships, of fortitude, of sorrow, greed, and pride… and the scars of all that were here, too in the form of broken things, decay, rubble, and untamed weeds. And now I was here with my own vivid memories of its history, real or imagined, which were both illuminated by scar stories right here in the present and clouded by the random proposals for it’s future.
It was a time warp… I wandered among the past, the present and the future… all contradicting and crashing into each other. I all but set up tea waiting for the Mad Hatter to show up and explain this nonsensical perspective of time. The past was shriveling away, the present was standing still, and who knows what its future will be?
All that time I spent thinking and not thinking and dancing, I had vivid memories of my own come to life… my life’s greatest blessing - my son, my parents and 5 siblings, education, travel, friendships… I had given and received a lot of goodness and a lot of love. I had much to feel proud of and to be grateful for. So why was it that the regrets and failures and disappointments still made me feel broken… like an eyesore? No wonder I loved this place. We were kindred spirits… vulnerable to judgments, expectations, and uncertainties. We were both suffering a classic identity crisis.
Madison was more than a willing participant in our new ritual. She led the way like a tour guide, eager that I not miss a thing. She dared to venture even further in and up and under and around. She’d disappear and emerge like the White Rabbit… directing me where to go. By this time, it didn’t occur to me not to follow.
As we explored buildings and fields and towers and hidden places, her skilled nose alerted us that we weren’t alone. It was clear that our sacred ground had other human guests… partying, painting, and even living here. Things were littered and removed and broken and upturned. Being there as often as we were, we saw stories being silently rewritten, new chapters with riddles and mysteries, with no logical conclusion in sight.
Each Spring, I watched as the earth quietly set about to reclaim her space. The trees, the grass, the weeds, the bugs didn’t complain or resist. They didn’t seem to be judging our invasion. Nor did they outwardly condemn the restless humans that were stomping, peeing, and dancing on them. Nature takes its time, patiently adapting.
In the summer trees bloomed and vines expanded into complex patterns and flowers painted the landscape, I witnessed a perpetual reshaping as the present integrated with the past. Beneath the mess, I saw strength and endurance. I began to see more beauty that destruction. There was an energy, a spirit in this place, sustaining even through all that life and man relentlessly imparts. Without fear, defenses or feelings of inadequacy this space endures and trusts in its own right to be here. I found that concept intoxicating.
Only on 3 occasions over all these years have I left Madison at home and invited friends to explore the Fairgrounds with me. I’d proudly hold a private viewing of my exclusive Wonderland, sharing it as I had come to see and know it. With one of those friends we crossed more lines, exploring even more hidden and secret places inside. He recognized its truth and integrity and potential. As we slowly walked out and back onto the fringe and felt the magical effect begin to fade, he asked, “Is that place real?” I looked back at Fairgrounds Proper – the Rabbit Hole from which we had just emerged, and said, “It’s a Fleeting Reality”. In my heart of hearts, I wanted to believe it could just be reality.
So, as word and rumor and speculation on the future of the fairgrounds escalated, I felt a personal connection to the propositions about what it’s future would look like. I had come to know this place deeply and intimately. I felt defensive of it. I wanted it to remain just as it is. To protect it from would be developers who didn’t understand or appreciate its beauty as I had come to do by looking so closely inside. My connection and conversations were incomplete, my passion unfulfilled. It felt safe to continue mingling past and present in hopes of some distant enlightenment for a happy ending.
Still broke, I fantasized schemes to buy the Fairgrounds. In vivid contrast to the broken eyesore it has been labeled, I envisioned concerts and gardens and bicycles, and of course a dog park with mud baths. I mapped out in my mind how it could be brought back to life in a way that would honor it’s history, respect its natural strength and beauty, and offer the community some of the gifts it had given me… perspective, patience, harmony, and most importantly the realization that beneath the past and all its broken things and the present with all its scars, is a spirit than can adapt and endure and trust in its own right to be here.
Though less conspicuously than Madison, whose very existence is in anticipation of the next great adventure, we’re all on the verge of something, aren’t we? That I am sharing this story with you is evidence that with the audacity to step off the fringe and look inside we will discover something better, truer, sustaining… and not broken.
Great Barrington Fairgrounds Presentation Photos
Please visit Great Barrington Fairgrounds on Facebook to learn more about the redevelopment project.
Many refer to it as an eyesore... to me it is 57 acres of a living story.... the site's history is holding fast as the earth gradually reclaims the land. This is sacred place for me - to wander, photograph, dance, dream, and imagine what was and what can be...
Slideshow with Music
I am currently subscribed via #RSS to 4 or 5 blogs. I read an additional 3-4 per day via Facebook, email, or other networks. It has become part of my morning ritual. Over coffee I begin my day reading stories and seeing photos of friends, colleagues, and strangers' travels around the world (Susie Weekes), technical tips and advice (Bob O'Haver), synopsis of current news (NextDraft), random observations about life and creativity (LaundryLineDivine), updates from far away family, or just cool and interesting tidbits. It's a diverse collection of stuff that is in people's brains shared out loud. I like it.
So each morning I sit at my window in my usual morning fog where I can see and hear the earth wake up with me and I read blogs. Somewhere during 2 cups of coffee and a few blog posts, the fog clears and I feel awake, caught up, inspired, informed, amused, and centered, ready to embark on my own adventures for the day. Then I walk my dog, which is my time to let it all sink in. Quite often on these walks I realize that what I've read stirs an idea or a new perspective that works its way into my own story... #STORY.
That's it. It's all about story. Everyone is just telling their own version of the story. That's what I am all about. That's what Beansprout Productions is all about. We all have a story. It is our stories shared that make the world go round... literally. I suppose the #internet and more specifically #socialnetworking is just our collective story. And, I believe in the power of the #collective. The Evolution of the Collective Conscience is why we are experiencing #socialchange, #socialevolution, #increasedhumanity, #technologicalbreakthrougs, etc. So, maybe I'll start #blogging, sharing #photos, and learning how and when to properly and effectively use #hashtags. This is me #blogging and #hashtagging. Maybe a few people will read it, maybe not. I may or may not know what I'm doing, but I'll #doitanyway. Of course, feedback, suggestions, and advice are welcome. #OffWeGo!
PEACE + LOVE ~ L
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I am Music, most ancient of the arts. I am more than ancient; I am eternal. Even before life began upon this earth, I was here – in the winds and the waves. When the first trees and flowers and grasses appeared, I was among them. And when humanity came, I at once became the most delicate, most subtle and most powerful medium for the expression of emotions.
In all ages I have inspired people with hope, kindled their love, given a voice to their joys, cheered them on to valorous deeds, and soothed them in times of despair. I have played a great part in the drama of life, whose end and purpose is the complete perfection of human nature. Through my influence, humanity has been uplifted, sweetened and refined. With the aid of humanity, I have become a Fine Art. I have a myriad of voices and instruments.
I am in the hearts of all and on their tongues, in all lands among all peoples. The ignorant and unlettered know me, not less than the rich and the learned. For I speak to All, in a language that all can feel. Even the deaf hear me, if they but listen to the voices of their own souls. I am the food of love. I have taught people gentleness and peace; and I have led them onward to heroic deeds. I am comfort for the lonely, and I harmonize the discord of crowds. I am a necessary luxury to all. I am MUSIC.
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