PERCEPTION.

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It is Perception...

THE SITUATION:

In Washington, DC, at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007, this man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes.  During that time, approximately 2,000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.  After about 3 minutes, a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing.  He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.

About 4 minutes later:

The violinist received his first dollar. A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.

At 6 minutes:

A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

At 10 minutes:

A 3-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly.  The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time.  This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent — without exception — forced their children to move on quickly.

At 45 minutes:

The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while.  About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace.  The man collected a total of $32.

After 1 hour:

He finished playing and silence took over.  No one noticed and no one applauded.  There was no recognition at all.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world.  He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.  Two days earlier, Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged over $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.

This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities.

This experiment raised several questions:

In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?

If so, do we stop to appreciate it?

Are we able to recognize talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made . . .

How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?

The heart of a teacher.

Once Ramanuja charya was walking along with  his 5 disciples. Stopping by a pond he took some prasadam and threw half of it in the water for the Fishes. Then he got up to walk on. Just then a fish who had taken the prasadam assumed a four headed form and rose up in the air returning home back to godhead. The five sanyasos stopped and began to disrobe. When Ramanuja charya turned and asked them why they were not following him. They answered we are thunder struck. Please explain what we have just witnessed. Ramanuja charya answered you have seen the power of tacking the maha prasadam. They then said we are taking your mahaprSadam every day but this is not happen g to us. He answered these creatures have no free will and therefore make no offence. You with your freewill and intelligence hinder your own progress.
on yet another incident when his disciples expressed doubt in understanding his deep philosophy? he told them basically it means simply one thing prapatti surrender. but they continued to argue that it was not possible to fully comprehend his writings. He then asked one disciple to bring one deaf and dumb tailor who was passing by. when the man came he asked his disciples to leave them alone. However one disciple peeped in from the window to see what was happening. Ramanuja charya motioned to the man to fall at his feet. /the tailor made full dandavats and he began to tremble and cry out in ecstacy. The disciple  were astonished to see the ecstacy of the tailor symbolising the highest transcendetal realisation. they wondered how such a thing could happen. Ramanuja charya explained though he did not understand a word of philosophy he attained full perfection by simply surrendering completely. again establishing faith prayer and the Grace of the Lord.

when God puts a coma in your life.

When God Puts a Comma in Your Life

Sometimes life feels like it has come to a full stop — a sudden illness, a broken relationship, a lost opportunity, a door slammed shut. We see it as the end. But what if it’s not a full stop at all?

What if it’s a comma?

A comma means pause, not end.

It is a space for breath, reflection, and reorientation.

It may feel like you're stuck, but in truth, you’re being redirected.

When God puts a comma in your life,

He’s not stopping your sentence —

He’s preparing your soul.

He may be saying:

"Not this, not now… but soon, and better."

"Pause here, gather strength, for the next part is powerful."

"This pain is not your period. It’s a pause for purpose."

In every comma moment, there is divine punctuation —

not to confuse, but to clarify.

Not to end the story, but to shift its tone.

The comma is where character is built.

It’s where trust deepens.

It’s where God whispers, “Wait, I’m not finished with you yet.”

So if you’re in a season that feels incomplete,

Don’t fear the silence or the stillness.

It may be God editing your story with love.

And when the sentence continues,

you'll see — the comma was necessary

for the meaning to unfold.

The Comma

When life feels like it’s lost its rhyme,

A door is closed before its time,

You wonder if the end is near —

But hush, dear heart, be still and hear...

It’s not the end, it’s just a pause,

A gentle breath in heaven’s clause.

The sentence of your soul’s not done —

God’s pen still moves with morning sun.

A comma falls, not as a break,

But time to heal, to bend, not break.

To hold your tears, to find your voice,

To wait in faith, to make a choice.

You’re not forgotten, not erased,

Just being held in love and grace.

The silence now is not defeat,

It’s where the earth and heaven meet.

For every storm that slows your pace,

Prepares you for a deeper grace.

Each comma carved by God's own hand

Leads to a line you’ll understand.

So trust the pause, embrace the space,

You’re still a child of boundless grace.

The Author’s love is true, refined —

And He will never leave your line.

women.

In art and in life, women have long been held to impossible standards of perfection. Walk through the halls of any museum and you’re sure to encounter classically rendered depictions of ladies — or, more aptly, muses — draped languidly over sofas, covering their body parts modestly yet suggestively, looking longingly into the distance, or, well, dead. And even in death, most appear unruffled, the ideal balance of innocence and seductiveness.

It comes as no great surprise that artists, mostly male, chose to immortalize women this way. The scrupulous standards fictitious women are made to maintain in art mimic those thrust upon them in real life. Be modest, but not uptight; sexy, but not sexual; beautiful, but not vain. The list goes on.

how connected we all are.

we all have in us a part of that great divine. the only difference is how much of the divine is one aware of. 

Making the best of time.

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Dancing your Cares off.

Dancing your way to feeling better every day.
do'nt you worry your pretty little mind. people throw rocks at things that shine.