{"id":319,"date":"2011-09-18T18:08:00","date_gmt":"2011-09-18T18:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kimberleybarker.net\/2011\/09\/the-rhythms-of-our-lives\/"},"modified":"2011-09-18T18:08:00","modified_gmt":"2011-09-18T18:08:00","slug":"the-rhythms-of-our-lives","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kimberleybarker.net\/2011\/09\/the-rhythms-of-our-lives\/","title":{"rendered":"The Rhythms of Our Lives"},"content":{"rendered":"
This past week has been quite a time of reflection for me. My mind has been lost in the light of the night sky and some of my favorite music by Sting and The National. I have needed them to take me to the place beyond this physical world, to give me reassurance that there are rhythms to our lives and that there is a formless substance working on our behalf. I often wonder how life operates on the non-physical plane and how the order of the Universe comes together to create the events of our lives.<\/p>\n
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This painting called Rubric Rhythm by Juanita Hagberg gives me a visualization of these thoughts.<\/p>\n
As a writer, how do I express in words, this feeling of desire to relax into the ethereal rhythms of music? To step away from the world after a time of great growth and some intense challenges and bask in this meditative state of mind. I have found that it takes great courage to be selfish enough to say no the people and obligations of our everyday lives to recoup, rest and rejuvenate oneself. <\/p>\n
Life’s rhythms are oftentimes intense, then quiet, chaotic, then peaceful, Much like music, they repeat themselves. Hopefully we learn a little more each time and become a more sculpted version of ourselves. And maybe, just maybe, we will begin to appreciate each cycle.<\/p>\n