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Sarahoopla

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About Me

I am a mother, a teacher, a life long learner, a lover, a singer, an instrument player, a dreamer, a dream, a melody, made of colors and shapes. I am here for art and music and evolving and healing and helping and learning about you and me... I spend most of my time playing with small children and running a music program at a fantastic preschool. I am the children's area coordinator for Flowmotion's Summer Meltdown (August 7-10 2008!!. Life is a dream.Myspace Layouts
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My Interests

The past, present, future, timelessness, children, ins AND outs, inns AND routes, fins AND clouds, love AND honesty, feathers AND flying, lucidreaming, Music, amusements, thrills, summer, fall applesauce, glass, vibrations, impressions, observations, energy, matter, pathways, doorways, hallways, THERE ARE MORE WAYS THAN ONE, TO SEE EVERYTHING.The content of your vibration equals how you feel right now. And whether you're thinking about the past, the present or the future, how you feel right now -- as you think about the past, the present or the future -- is your life. And it's a precious, fabulous, creative life that you are not wanting to squander in a place of resistance. Your life is right now. -Libelle

I'd like to meet:

Storytellers. People who love. People who seek. People who dig.There was once a boy with a balloon instead of a heart. At first the doctors were very optimistic, because the balloon seemed to function just like any ordinary heart. But after just a few days, everyone became very concerned. The boy’s heart had grown to three times its original size!‘Surely he will explode!’ cried the doctors, ‘we must stop the growth of his heart immediately!’And so the boy underwent a series of tests. He was brought to specialists, professors and experts. They connected him to machines that analyzed and inspected him in many ways. All the while his heart continued to grow bigger and bigger…Finally, the doctors discovered the source of the problem. You see, whenever the boy saw something that made him happy, his heart would grow a bit. Whenever the boy saw something that made him sad, his heart would grow a bit. In short, whenever he experienced love, his heart would grow.So the clever doctors built a clever machine and put the boy inside. The machine could carefully control everything the boy experienced. Nothing that could make him happy or sad could get past the machine. Nothing that could make the boy love could ever reach him.Time passed. And with the help of the machine, the boy lived a long, long time. He lived for a long, long, long, long, long, long time. How many years did the boy live? Well, it would be hard to say. How could anyone dream of counting so high? He lived so long, the doctors grew old and died. He lived and lived while oceans rose and fell. He lived so long that the machine rusted and fell apart.So one day, a little boy with a balloon instead of a heart went out into the world for the first time.The first thing he saw was the blue sky. He smiled and his heart grew a bit. Then he saw a bird flying by. And again his heart grew. And his smile and his heart kept getting bigger and bigger. Trees, clouds, crickets, falling leaves, spider webs – each thing delighted him and filled his heart. More and more. His chest got bigger and bigger.Down in their graves, the doctors must have been cringing. The boy’s heart had swollen out of control! Only seconds must be left before he would explode into a horrible bloody mess!!But the boy never exploded. His heart just grew bigger and bigger. And lighter and lighter.Until he simply floated away. ~ Jason Webley

Music:

Currently stuck on CBC Radio 2, esp. late at night. This provides unfamiliar tunes from unfamiliar places that hit me so hard they make me cry and then I search for them so I can experience it all over again.some of my favorites are: Bela Fleck and the Flecktones, Brazilian Octopus (Hermeto Pascal!), Geggy Tah, Leonard Cohen, Jason Webley, Afrodesia, and Pizzicato 5.

Movies:

Ingmar Bergman. Some of the scary stuff stimulates my creative side. Documentaries are the most interesting to me. Slaughter House Five...After you read the book.

Television:

Spelling Bees

Books:

Anything by Barbara Kingsolver, Torey Hayden, Kurt Vonnegut, Iyanla Vanzant, The Language Instinct by Steven Pinker, Calvin and Hobbes! Been reading a lot of text books on child development and psychology and digging into spiritual development of the child.

Heroes:

All the children of the world are my heroes... doing the best they can with what they're given.

My Blog

Its later

Sooner, or later, the time comes to take care of yourself.Sooner or later you might feel guilty, mostly for no reason.Doing something different might solve some of it.Don’t look back. You might ...
Posted by Sarahoopla on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 12:32:00 PST

In the Beginning

In the Beginning My last pick Started offDown the roadSmelled familiarTales unfoldTales untoldSomewhere furtherDown the roadGetting cold My intentionGive attention To unmentionedSituationsIn the middl...
Posted by Sarahoopla on Fri, 01 Feb 2008 10:45:00 PST

Sometimes... a poem

Sometimes   I am a dancer.   Twirling, spinning, waving and weaving, lifting and dropping and Bouncing, catching myself on invisible springs.   The tips on my fingers are fant...
Posted by Sarahoopla on Sat, 16 Dec 2006 12:39:00 PST

to the U.S. Government... a poem

 Me? I'm of little faith... I wait, I pray, in my way.I don't know,what to think anymore. We barely have any control.Do you want to be in control though? Just roll on in kindness. Why don't th...
Posted by Sarahoopla on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 03:30:00 PST