Posts by Annette Diamantopoulos

chaos and the becoming of sound

  when the seed is planted, it grows unaware of what it will become. all it knows is becoming.   i had the opportunity and honor to watch my son and his high school jazz band perform at the prestigious essentially ellington competition in new york city this weekend.  it was a coming together of…

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the joy of awakening and the ascension of sound

transformation. it beckons me so … to stand up tall and face the sun – to be what is necessary – to accept what will become.   there’s something in the spring – an excitement – anticipation.   all around nature is erupting.   the curious crocus bursts through winter’s slumber, squirrels scurry about with unearthed wonders and…

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lost and found in the wisdom of confusion

when snowflakes, rain and leaves are lost in the fall, there is no fear – no hesitation, no clinging. there is only rejoicing, for when they return to the earth they are found once again.    when i was seven i became lost in a neighboring town.   i was following my friend’s older brother as…

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stepping out and walking on water

here, in my imagination, i believe. here in my mind i am aware. here in my heart i am faithful. here, with my feet on this earth, trusting, i am jesus. i can walk on water.   During a recent discussion on emotional intelligence, our group was prompted to contemplate the definition of success through…

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catching redfish

my dear, beloved brother-in-law died today.   life is happening.  i pull away. and, with each person that i loose, i come closer to my death. my mind and body work together to shield my heart – to stave the inevitable away. my gut pulls in and my breath constricts, and, i am choked by…

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this is the way … i will meet you there.

"Out beyond the ideas of right doing and wrong doing, there is a field. I will meet you there."  ~ Rumi

and, still, the voices rose from the pile of ash and stone.  i could hear them echo across the valley … carried by the wind. i could feel them in my lungs as they struggled for the breath to be expressed – how they longed to be heard – and how these footsteps carefully followed…

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skipping stones

it’s autumn. somewhere, a child stands on the rocky shore of a placid pond. he holds in his hand a carefully chosen stone slim and smooth so selected for its ability to glide effortlessly between water and air.   with a slight turn of his head and a flick of the wrist it’s sent heralding…

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the alchemist: potions and possessions

What’s the world’s greatest lie?… It’s this: that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what’s happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. Paolo Coehlo    i left my phone at home this morning.   as walked my buddy, henry, i noticed all the sounds around me –…

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