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JUNE/JULY/AUGUST AquaFLOW Summer 2019
“Nothing can resist the person who smiles at life - I don't mean the ironic and disillusioned smile of my grandfather, but the triumphant smile of the person who knows that he will survive, or that at least he will be saved by what seems to be destroying him.” Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
There are days when upon awakening the sense that I “feel good” is immediately present, and life is wonderfully construed. But then, seemingly as if only by chance, all new information is presented, and the certainty that we now need embody a modified story from this point forward, presents itself historically. A not so aimless haphazard BIG BOOM of sorts materializes, and that which we had formerly preserved as truth is now rendered as spoiled, representing a baffling allotment to relay. Yet somehow metaphoric honesty prevails when the switch flips; as we all know too well a personal tale of the loss of a loved one, a familial unfoldment creating less than desirable tension, changing toilsome employment conditions or economic status and bygone circumscribed good health now ailing, or a longtime no longer a friend whom has shown some recent different colors creating disentanglements to simply blow the mind. We live on, continuing to breathe thru the difficulties, as we are ordained by many a life crisis with which we must deal and develop coping drills. Life both makes us and break us down, cracks us open again and again. Rumi says, The wound is where the light pours in. The knowledge that we have a place that binds us, and compels us to keep moving is somehow an enticing component of the bigger picture that reminds us we remain whole despite manifested circumstances. Perhaps even construed as an asset that may be the largest part of how we grow best into ourselves, in the consistency of showing up to dismantle and engage in serial relationships that are meaningful, at least for today.
When the day arises without any warning, one is distinctively and creatively blind-sided and thrown into a period of adversity, we pinpoint in recognition, knowing it was never a question of IF, but rather one of when and where life would throw us into the loophole of entanglements. The weeks that ensue began with an incessant thought of, Crazy, isn’t it? The weeks that now follow, one may be found sitting with a disordered thought process feeling this world is vaguely and slightly problematic, a new everyday norm. The smile is still there, but somehow there are new sensations, emotions, and a more then casual concern about life’s paradoxes. Operation wishful thinking becomes a standard process as one now makes forward progress without reason or logic. Make no mistake, a truthful discovery really can become a question? This life is provisional and lends limited platforms to find answers to a mystery as to how and/or why that dossier of knowledge came to be... Change is inherent, no one is immune, and during the most drastic times when it does occur we waiver between what to say, and I don’t know what to say... Education comes in multiple forms and is the only cure for a broken heart as we learn to paraphrase a new rendition of who we were previously into who we want to become someday again, down the road. And to this Summer’s seasonal quarterly schedule I state my intention clearly; It is my hope that there are not many changes to this schedule that I offer to you all this summer, but we can not be certain, ever.
JUNE ~ All Classes will be held....
JULY ~ All Classes will be held...
AUGUST... Most classes will be held. (I will update as the 8th month of the year draws near...)
“Our days are a kaleidoscope. Every instant a change takes place in the contents. New harmonies, new contrasts, new combinations of every sort. Nothing ever happens twice alike. The most familiar people stand each moment in some new relation to each other, to their work, to surrounding objects. The most tranquil house, with the most serene inhabitants, living upon the utmost regularity of system, is yet exemplifying infinite diversities.”
Henry Ward Beecher