Wander & Wonder

Friendship is magic.

What is your choice?

Have Passports, Will Travel! :-) #hacktheplanet #hackerspacepassport on Flickr.

In the midst of a losing karate battle Cosmo stopped, struck this pose, and said “I have a force field around me when I’m meditating.” Omg, SO adorable! :D

Cosmo, pondering cosmic infinity.

Nothing like slacklining & watching this sunset over #SF while listening to Ólafur Arnalds 3055: http://open.spotify.com/track/3wdKBHf684laOeupcjsGEe #balanceodyssey (at Mission Dolores Park)

A bunch of RedBoards, Breadboards, FlyCamOnes, LED Strips, resistors, and transistors from @SparkFun! :D #hackerspaceinabox (at Top of the Hill)

How I come up with all my best songs. ;) (at Helen Diller Playground at Dolores Park)

thegodmolecule:

There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.

And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.



In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.



The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.

 

La la laaaaa! What is your heartsong and will you dare to sing it?

infinity-imagined:

Coccolithophores are microscopic algae that first appeared 220 million years ago, and flourished during the cretaceous period.  They produce peculiar plates called cocoliths out of calcium carbonate, and incorporate them into their shells.  As they die and sink to the ocean floor, they remove carbon from the atmosphere and produce chalk.  This biological activity is an important regulator the global carbon cycle.

Also, they look really cool, in case you hadn’t noticed. :)

Stay curious! Be LOVE ❤