HNT #17: Zen Studies
I have been busy catching up on my blog about Dharma School. Three lessons I've given from February to April 1st, and I hadn't written about any. I'm becoming better about taking photos. Mindful that Mom the Minx wanted to see the "sandbox photos," I snapped a few during the class. These are not my hands, but I realized this was perfect for Half Nekkid Thursday.
Sometimes I record the class so I can listen to write it up. Something about my hesitant cadence and soprano voice sometimes rubs people the wrong way, and they think I'm having an attitude where there is none. I can't hear it when speaking, but when I listen to myself recorded, I hear shades of prissiness and whininess. Some of that may be karmic ghosts of past lack of confidence, something that affects the timbre of my voice even though I may speak with confidence now. Some of that may simply be my soprano, sometimes girlish voice. Nothing I can do about that.
My Dharma School blog can be found here. The funny thing is, Steve just recently went back and read my stories and enjoyed my pictures. I'd told him about the blog but he hadn't had the time to look, and needed to google for it. More photos of the hands shaping sculpey are there, as well as some sweet photos of my cat stepping on a previous lesson's project to get to me.
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Interesting post. It's a shame that our voice can be read in ways that we don't intend.
~Him
Yes, sometimes its shocking to hear how we come across. Why do you think that happens my wise budda Goddess?
just a little zen....
thank you so much for that comment on my blog, it was very kind of you.
i have, in fact, learned much of human nature, but sometimes i just wish there was more of a variety of humans to observe...
My voice is nasal when I here it back. And sometimes people think I am mad when I;m just thinking. Maybe the corners of my mouth dip down. who knows, people interpret stuff and they are just wrong, right? Anyway, I love the little zen garden and I'm sure everyone else did too. Happy HNT!
When I hear my voice I hear my brother speaking. We look and sound so much alike, but he's almost 5 years older than me.
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