tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59685451935348847362024-03-14T07:12:57.487-03:00Isa's EntriesA peak at this lifestyle...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297875187826026178noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968545193534884736.post-40628210122513610592012-11-01T02:01:00.000-03:002012-11-01T02:13:47.397-03:00Sioux and the founding of a New Country<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi02UsQ7q2OnuIkg7MMw1hKpvCF90iJWVzLMTnvHNe13V_bBW_6hi8PApEmMZj-7rHSbgG5aYm8btlJcOvmKofj-TFumBS47JMzfvT1I-9yU_sme3dn3bys9jp87d8Vv5AJoIEg541cZ31u/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-10-31+at+5.56.24+PM-734653.png"><img alt="" border="0" height="352" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5805705443863841890" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi02UsQ7q2OnuIkg7MMw1hKpvCF90iJWVzLMTnvHNe13V_bBW_6hi8PApEmMZj-7rHSbgG5aYm8btlJcOvmKofj-TFumBS47JMzfvT1I-9yU_sme3dn3bys9jp87d8Vv5AJoIEg541cZ31u/s640/Screen+shot+2012-10-31+at+5.56.24+PM-734653.png" width="640" /></a><br />
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I've just watched <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZYs8OGeCAA" target="_blank">Dances with Wolves</a> (Film, 1990) and read an article about the Sioux culture and current situation in the <a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2012/08/pine-ridge/huey-photography" target="_blank">August 2012 National Geographic</a> release.</div>
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It's hit me before; this dread and dispare of the capability of violence of my species. I was brought back to this now.</div>
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Changing my Gmail background is for me now a reminder to myself of a deep dream.</div>
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One day we will have tremendous care and equal amazement among each human for all that is on our planet. That we enjoy to be a support for that around us to thrive.</div>
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"One day the indigenous herds, whether humans or buffalo will again roam" a voice whispered in my head. A part of me with undying hope.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297875187826026178noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968545193534884736.post-72987773582639191912012-10-06T20:44:00.001-03:002012-10-06T20:44:23.187-03:00Isa to blogger - Back again!<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There's this thing about writing in my life.... that it comes and goes. My motivation this time is because, as is often the case, I want to share a part of my life more openly. That in itself is a) I want family and friends to be able to follow this segment of life more closely and b) I want to see what this may spark in other people, cause it's often really inspiring for me...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So, I'm back here for now! I stopped myself from spending an eternity on design, and simply just chose this background image - the Artisanitorium with the women dancing with horses - as a symbol for my passion.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">...Catch onto coming posts to find out about this exciting next segment ;)</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297875187826026178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968545193534884736.post-5911367432078943632012-10-06T19:42:00.001-03:002012-10-06T19:42:49.642-03:00Moments with meaning<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 15px;"></span>So, I've come back after nearly two years to this blog now thinking, maybe it's time to write more again? I've just found this draft, and decided to publish just the little snippet.</span><br />
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Lately I'm beginning to notice that I can sing. Sonja and I in the living room finding ways to sing harmonies for our little surprise concert coming up. And Lars (her father) intentively listening from the side of the room, stops us for a second "what if you could emphasize these pieces instead of the pieces you tend to stick to?". He hesitates for a second and then simply says, nah, I can't 'show' you.</div>
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Lars is greatly in love of making music, a number one hobby of his is to apply his knowledge and love of musical theory while behind his keyboard or his Logic Pro set up. I pick up where I left off, gently entoning the passages lars had mentioned. He comments again, and I pick up his ideas like a flash flood. This time without hesitation a seemless voice grasping the tones and I listen to myself thinking, I can do this?</div>
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Now see, I remember hearing as a twelve year old, the conversations between my parents friends and my parents "Ah, your children are wonderful..." "Isa has such a beautiful voice". And I must say how greatful I am to these people for their inspiration of me. And regardless of the fact that that went straight to my already bloated ego (whom gladly went along fishing for more food), those words always buried down to a deeper part of myself, that resonated inside of me "I sing".</div>
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Even though I have plenty of courage when it comes to the joy of expression through music (the joy part is purely the one to blame for the expression part) the outer levels of myself are stubborn. This outer part is the one that sometimes doubts, hesitates, takes criticism personally, and so on.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Now, as I re-read this draft this time around I couldn't quite remember what it was that sparked me to write. Then the last sentence sprang up</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">"This mail was sent to you because A client tried to buy a Jamendo PRO license for your music."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">And it rushed back to me, the feeling of awe that I was hit by when I received that email, two years ago. Thinking then, wow, some one has found value in my art. It's always meangingful for me to hear this. And past speaking of my own ego... the words that come to me now, "It's like hearing that I really am a part of this world, a meaningful part, and that it's also a cool world to be a part of".</span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297875187826026178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968545193534884736.post-74931016778306632902011-04-19T06:20:00.005-03:002011-05-03T21:24:01.473-03:00An early morningThe day started at 5:30 am with a light knocking on my door, "Isa, it's time".<br />
We rushed outside with our equipment (tripods, cameras and the assorted) to catch the light of dawn. Julian, a <a href="http://www.lebensgarten.de/">Lebensgarten</a> member (a community in Germany) is getting a website made and needs photos. Sebastian Graf and I get to collaborate our first photo project. Sebastian's ideas are along the lines of panorama's and playing with morning light. We rush to get to the Januarsberg hill before the sun rises.<br />
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</div>The area around the hill; a pine forest with a fresh spray of birch trees which have within the last week awoken from their slumber and now sizzle with small leaves. My heart smiles at my surroundings, the bursting signs of spring, which I have to some part missed in the last week due to feeling sick.<br />
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We go from place to place, along our way to the hill. Stopping to test different areas and become acquainted with our roles, as photographers with equipment, or for Julian - finding ways to express himself, while shivering in the cool morning air...<br />
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I have a great opportunity with the growing project <b>IHD (Indian Horse Database)</b>. Which I am increasingly a part of. Not to mention the fact that I am doing my second professional logo for this project. This is a great opportunity in terms of me learning business, learning productivity. Learning how to develop a product in relation to many aspects of it's purpose.<br />
I am successively amazed by Beau's ability not only to dream big but to <b>dare</b> to go for it. She's got more guts then me there. It's so much fun to be invited to be a founding part of something like this. And yet, we still have no idea where it's going, which I give her even more credit for... how do you have the courage to continue when <b>gain is unapparent?</b> When your soul is filled with inspiration, and you realize you have nothing to loose. Thats Beau in a nutshell.*<br />
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Then there is my second biggest project at the moment. After having rediscovered an old friend from India, Sebastian, to cut a long story short I started working with his father's company, VitalLink (...is a system/hardware combination that enables easy online call/computer use for elders). This company is very interesting, making contact easier with technology. Right now it seems <i>everybody</i> is doing this in this time period. The<i> special</i> thing with this company is the're crowd the '<i>hopeless cases</i>' the ones technology leaves behind since technology is also a synonym for modernism (seen from the perspective of a young one grown up using a computer since the age of three and a grandmother who cannot send sms:s).<br />
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The nice things for me is that this project has a bit of a long-term aspect to it (as in is <i>Isa time</i> long-term). I am also encouraged to put my soul into this project, to come with ideas and inspiration. At the moment I acknowledge that with 'all the things' happening, I am putting what I see as my personal minimum into it. Doing the things I say I'll do as good as I can. I am - regardless of the previous words - excited by the idea that I may find in <i>Isian</i> (inspired isa) way to contribute to this project - putting life into all the corners of my existence, v. the <i>getting it done</i> model.<br />
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And here! I haven't even begun. I still have my two - seemingly pending website projects. One in Spain, one in Germany. Both with horse people. Both really exciting, but pending due to something in common between horse people - it seems they are good at filling their calenders? (said in a joking tone with a smile).<br />
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Once I move to Germany there are also a bunch of little local things to partake in... and that is not even to go into all the fun Sebastian and I could have with our shared love of photography, computers and music.<br />
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In and around all this the difference between <a href="http://www.google.com/images?q=motivation&hl=en&prmd=ivnsbl&source=lnms&tbs=isch:1&ei=BDAZTY3qNJCp8QOrpuSBBw&sa=X&oi=mode_link&ct=mode&ved=0CBMQ_AU&biw=1280&bih=707">motivation</a> and <a href="http://www.google.com/images?hl=en&biw=1280&bih=707&tbs=isch:1&sa=1&q=inspiration&aq=f&aqi=g10&aql=&oq=&gs_rfai=">inspiration</a> is creeping up on me. What does that mean. What does it mean to be motivated to<a href="http://www.google.com/images?hl=en&biw=1280&bih=707&tbs=isch:1&sa=1&q=earn&aq=f&aqi=g3g-s1g6&aql=&oq=&gs_rfai="> earn</a> v. being inspired to <a href="http://www.google.com/images?hl=en&biw=1280&bih=707&tbs=isch:1&sa=1&q=create&aq=f&aqi=&aql=&oq=&gs_rfai=">create</a>? Where is the balance? Is there a balance? What am I doing right now and how is it affecting me? Can i chose to create the inspired model in the things i do v. to have the <i>getting it done</i> attitude?<br />
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Little play on life there - takes courage to enjoy life - for what it is..<br />
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All love - and Oh! Happy times of year to everyone reading, and of course, everyone else especially, since the're not reading (pun intended).<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"><b>*Merrry Christmas Beau! There is my little present to you, just couldn't help thinking that after having written something so nice and real about you. ;)</b></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297875187826026178noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968545193534884736.post-33168845305487535532010-11-17T19:21:00.001-04:002010-11-17T19:22:17.060-04:00Continuing, My own life!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Who do I want to be? What to do? Where to go? How? Why do I do what I do? Love.</span><br />
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I bring good news from this side of the world (Amsterdam), that I have arrived. I got at Beau''s house at 13:30 today. My trip has shown me a world that brings up fear and has over and over introduced me to wonderful people and amazing situations. I've enjoyed (almost) every minute of this trip (because there were countless minutes standing on roadsides devistaded by peoples expressions (or lack of) almost ready to collapse with exasperation - and not being willing to go there sense, well, it really didn't get me any closer to where i wanted to be!).... <br />
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Beau and I will hit the road soon, the best way of knowing what I'm doing is checking my blog sense I won't be doing emails so much... but it doens't mean you can't write!<br />
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Love, to you all. Isa.<br />
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PS, I love trucks!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297875187826026178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968545193534884736.post-67829510379991452142010-09-08T09:00:00.002-03:002010-09-09T06:52:32.984-03:00Sound Cloud, new music system.Just found Soundcloud... and couldn't help myself.<br />
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http://soundcloud.com/isa-stewartAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297875187826026178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968545193534884736.post-85173893831169539042010-06-14T21:54:00.002-03:002010-06-22T08:35:15.196-03:00PhotographyThis is my photography portfolio of my favorite photos taken from february onwards. It's a mix of winter into summer, flowers and animals... people. You'll see ;)<br />
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Thanks for watching, love to hear from you!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297875187826026178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968545193534884736.post-60467453625633276102010-04-07T23:46:00.002-03:002010-06-14T21:50:31.650-03:00Thriller SwedenA flower unfolding... and a surprise among the folds of my unwinding life. "<a href="http://www.thrillerorebro.ning.com/">Thriller Sweden</a>" as we have boldly named the group is inspired by Micheal Jackson's music video for <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsDrskIzJ5g&feature=related">Thriller</a>.<br />
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</div><div>Zombies creep and crawl and the beat is irresistible. Örebro is also a cold and dark around the zombie time of the year, Halloween. So how perfect wouldn't it be to have a dans performance of the Thriller dans? This idea has evolved since the early winter last year. Has ofcourse taken some turns. Folded and whirled a few times and is now taken on it's shape.</div><div><br />
</div><div>On the 6th of april we had our first meeting, the choreographer, the organizers and the dancers! Of course the whole project, since we are all quite new to the idea the project is very organic. We are perfecting it as we go. I am very baffled by how it is, and that it is, happening though.</div><div><br />
</div><div>It started with my mother's enthusiasm, of course. She has the contacts and the nerves. We began sharing the idea with people we knew and started getting a more clear idea of what we were looking at. My mother at one point introduced me to a woman who is well established in Örebro and had a very big network of connections. Through her I met Idrissa Sanneh who has committed his life to create more possibilities for youth through The Growing Arts foundation. Growing Arts, at present, takes form as a network of over 100 members. They who have access to a recording studio in the basement of Idrissa's Hip-Hop clothing and accessory shop or possibility to perform with dance or music in shows organized by the foundation. A great opportunity for young performers to get confidence, meet others and do what they do best.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I presented my idea to Idrissa and the Growing Arts group and as of today I am part of the board of directors and creating Thriller Sweden with them. We are four project initiators, Idrissa and I as well as two others from the board, Therese Jakobsson and Assiba N'sougan.</div><div><br />
</div><div>In the last month we have been creating the website, printing flyers, spreading info and last tuesday we met our dancers. Now we look forward to getting to know our group and slowly but surely, live up to our name, "Thriller Sweden - Sweden's biggest Micheal Jackson dans core".</div><div><br />
</div><div>Kick Butt,</div><div><br />
</div><div>Isa</div><div><a href="http://www.thrillerorebro.ning.com/">thrillerorebro.ning.com</a></div><div><br />
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</div><div>In the media (swedish):</div><ul><li><a href="http://na.se/stadsliv/1.728978-idrissa-ar-orebros-eget-hiphop-hopp">Newspaper article</a></li>
<li><a href="http://www.tv4play.se/nyheter/lokala_nyheter/orebro?videoId=1.1503456">TV intervue</a></li>
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Both Anna and I agree that we enjoyed our time together to much to be apart any longer so i skipped a doodle over to denmark on the easter holidays (one week).<br />
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On arrival we went to visit Ofeig and within the next few days i resumed my training, or what i prefer to call sharing sessions with Anna as well as playing with Lucky a horse i had met last summer.<br />
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At Lucky's stabbles I met Gry (pronounced with a particular scandinavian 'y' not explainable in english!), an elderly horsemanship enthusiast. We shared a words and Anna and I watched her work one of her horses one evening. The next day i also invited her to watch while I played with Lucky who acted as if I had never left (in more detail, he was just as light in hand and listening like never before).<br />
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Gry was excited by my work and I ended up helping her with her horses. She was so grateful in the end that she bought Anna and I a box of chocolates and some danish marzipan easter eggs!<br />
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I was also thrilled when another rider from Ofeig's stables asked me to ride her horse. Due to the little amount of time in Denmark this didn't lead to much.<br />
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I enjoyed staying with her wonderful family; Bente and Christian her parents, herself, and Maximillian her older brother. They have a cozy farm out in the Danish countryside with sheep, hens and a full fledge vegetable garden. In the summer time last year roses blossomed along there drive and flowers in all colors of the rainbow smiled at me from the garden. I was happy to return this year.<br />
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Anna and i made sure to make a little inspirational record of our feats. I made sure to film her one evening while I was guiding her in her play with Ofeig. She did loose work and our little film mystically illustrates Ofeig's attentiveness and the bond between the two of them.<br />
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In general I felt warmly welcome and appreciated in Denmark, especially in the horse scene. I have been discouraged in Sweden in the past due to not being know and thus not initially trusted by horse owners. I now feel inspired to inspire horsemanship again though. I am always happy when that energy streams through me.<br />
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Thanks for reading, and enjoy the film...<br />
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<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/isairis99/DenmarkEaster2010#">Photos from the trip</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297875187826026178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968545193534884736.post-58722406981981529642010-03-12T15:47:00.002-04:002010-03-13T18:10:49.417-04:00One Hour Design<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A friend of the house calls. "... I would love your help with something. I need my logo sent to a company tonight, is this possible?".</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's 10:00. There's school tomorrow... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Yeah, of course! Do you know how Skype works?". A ten minute intro to Skype, and were ready to discuss the logo. "What are your ideas? ... The more clear you are about what you want the faster I can work". Teaching about sending files. I discuss fonts while I download the images she likes which takes a few minutes. "What kind of fonts do you like?". ..."OK, I'll call you back after I've made an example image of the fonts i think you'll like."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Hi again, did you receive the file? ...Ah the last one? And what about the images? ...Ok, sounds good, I'll call back once I've got a draft". </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I show her a few ideas, she's really excited and I'm quick surprised by my effeciency. I make a few changes.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Ok, what about this...?"</span><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love it when I surprise myself. When I accomplish something new. In this case the outcome is simple. Although after having crammed discussions, Skype lessons and personality / brand analyzation into one hour, I do feel good.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">...and Hey! I get a massage/ spa treatment + another addition to my portfolio!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Next up?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Love.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297875187826026178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968545193534884736.post-30849556650734659672010-03-10T17:06:00.000-04:002010-03-12T16:36:02.369-04:00Capturing Koda<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Chapter one in the Isa - Beau Adventures</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Beau is an amazing person. She lives in a world dramatically different then many people can imagine. At the age of ten she moved to India with her mother. Although she was born in Holland she sees India as her home.<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We met for the first time at a stable in Auroville, South India, where a horse I was caring for lived. Beau and I got to know each other very fast. We soon trusted each other with our lives and spent as much time together as we could.<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Years after we met Beau told me of a new project she was organizing. It turned out that she had come in contact with a friendly Dutch family moving to Tiruvannamalai, Beau's home town. This family was looking for activities in India for their only child. Beau heard of this, as well as the fact that this boy, Sasha, enjoyed horseback riding and she immediately snatched the opportunity and conjured a plan.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">She spoke with the family about her wide experience with horses and shared ideas and possibilities with them. Since there were no riding institutions in the radius of 150 km Beau suggested that they would buy two horses. They owned plenty of land so it was no problem for them to do this. Sasha would also have a unlimited opportunity to learn about horses.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">During the winter months of the year 2008 Beau began to look into this idea and analysed what would be needed to make it work. The family approved of her idea and it was set into motion.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Over this time Beau shared the idea with me and explained her motivations for organizing the project. She had the responsibility of designing the stables, finding and buying the horses, and calculating costs, everything. But the exciting part was that, since the family in question didn't have any experience with horses, she would practically be the owner of them. <br />
When I heard this I was thrown off my feet in awe. She had come up with the idea and confidently accepted the responsibility involved. I was astonished. I remember Beau saying "Isa, could we do this project together, you and I? It would be really fu..." My thoughts cut her off, I was breathless, my mind racing away on two horses with Beau over the Indian planes. "Of course! yes, yes, yes!" I dropped my life and left for Tiru.<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It was at this point that Beau and i began to explore our strengths as a team. It was time to get the act on the road. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: auto;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Beau began contacting riding institutions around South India in search of one pony and a larger horse. We knew that the Divali festival was coming. Every year on the full moon in December millions of people from all over India would come to the city of Tiruvannamalai. They walked the 7 km ring road around the the holy mountain Arunachalai, to then finally climb to its summit where a large basin full of ghee (a type of clarified butter) stood burning creating a great fire. This upcoming festival also, very conveniently hosted an annual horse market. But in the market the scarcity of finding a horse that is both physically and mentally healthy is in fact frightening for any "Velakara" (westerner or white skinned in Tamil, the language of the region). <br />
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</div>In India, the choice of horses is very limited. The most common horses are small ponies, or the neighborhood "trash". These ponies are sold at low costs during the annual markets all over India. Broken thoroughbred "spills" from the race track are also given for free to any taker, versus being slaughtered. But strongly contrasting these two are the well entitled "Kings Horses", India's very own Kathiawari and Marwari breeds. The now few remaining horses in the breeds being the remnants of India's finest war horses, in the time when that was real. <br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">One early morning in November, 2008, Beau and I set off by taxi to Bangalore. We were intent on finding a healthy and strong and humble horse and were set to buy if we succeeded. Since Beau and I were accustomed to traveling with local buses taking a taxi gave a pure luxury feeling. Buses were extremely cheap and a memory for life each time; hot and sweaty, live with the smells of the passing villages and people crammed in so tight that they pop out the windows. Women adorned with their beautiful sarees and golden jewelry sat together on one row, while the men sat on another. But not this trip. We sat lazily watching the scenery fly by, every once in while trying to strike a few words in Tamil with the driver, and embarrassed ourselves.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Our first visit was to one of Bangalore's riding stables. I had memories of this place. I had spent my eleventh birthday here and participated in a riding lesson. I was thrown up on the back of a young Marwari, who had recently been taken out of the racing industry and he surely proved this past to me. I had accidentally leaned forward which turned out to be a queue and he raced four uncontrollable laps around the arena with me before he was finally stopped by the teacher. We were all quite surprised I survived that, well, that I stayed on. Although honestly I was thrilled the whole time and thought of it as a great experience.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I was now here again, 6 years later and quite surprised to have ever returned. We had arrived early so we had some time till the manager of the stables would meet us. Being the young obnoxious (non-) ladies we were we took the liberty to see ourselves around. We fluttered through just about every stable corner and took a peak at the numerous equine souls hosted there. The manager had explained in an email that the horse we would look at was white with brown spots. We decided to stroll around and see if we could find him. Takoda (meaning friend of all in Native American), which he would come to be called, stood lonesomely in his own small rectangular paddock, smelling the flowers...</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs107.snc1/5068_101133659897529_100000026860232_29171_4512380_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs107.snc1/5068_101133659897529_100000026860232_29171_4512380_n.jpg" width="200" /></a>Once we found Takoda we confidently jumped the fence into his paddock and "shook hoofs"; watched him move and let him come inspect us. Did he trust humans? Was he afraid of things easily? Any obvious health issues? We soon waddled easily around the paddock while he tagged after nibbling at my hat (somehow the smell of leather had gotten to him. It was an interesting phenomenon he seemed to say). Later on the manager arrived she then formally introduced us to Takoda and we both rode him. He was young spirited and energetic. Since he would be primarily for Beau, and Sasha would have his own pony, it didn't matter if Koda (which became his nickname) was a more difficult horse.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Before making any irrational decisions that day we visited another stable “ the Princess Stables”. Along with the ridiculous name came a disgrace to the horse world. An institution that leased horses for Bollywood films, as well as an amateur riding school and a resale junction for Marwari’s imported from the north. With bamboo poles tied between trees these skinny, soul-less horses were kept contained in their own dirt till they would be sold or used. We new right away we didn’t want anything to do with supporting this place. We quickly left this place and drove back to the other stables to claim Takoda</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Koda would stay in Bangalore till the stables back home were finished and we had found a friend for him. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Beau began to design the stables with guidance from an architect (a relative of Beau’s) who had designed the families house on the same property. Since India has a warm climate, the needs of the horses were few and beside from the stables needing to be shelter from sun, wind and rain, she had very free hands. It became a very cozy looking "keet roofed" (which is a braided palm leaf) cement floored hut with metal poles for walls.<br />
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</div><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JQH1cfciRME/SkS56GBOJ_I/AAAAAAAAB70/SRfcnCoby6Y/s1600/IMG_0108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_JQH1cfciRME/SkS56GBOJ_I/AAAAAAAAB70/SRfcnCoby6Y/s200/IMG_0108.JPG" width="200" /></a>Now Divali was upon us. We visited the market everyday over the three days it was running. Among the hundred shabby ponies we spotted an interesting horse who caught our eye. At first we judged this horse as an aggressive mare, but we turned out to be quite wrong about him. He turned out to be a gelding and due to his overgrown hooves was in pain and had thus taken on ta very sour expression. By the time we had explored the whole market we returned him and both Beau and I had become attached to this horse. He had the looks of an angel, two blue eyes and a golden mane. We kept getting the feeling that he had a very deep soul that yearned to be understood. I remember Beau and I agreeing that if we had had the money and a more stable lifestyle we would have bought Majura ourselves right then and there. But for Sasha, an 8 year old boy with little experience? We were initially uncertain if it was a good idea. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We returned the next day to give him a chance. In a small field in the back of the market we rode him to see how he reacted to a rider. Our insecurities were rapidly changing and by the end of the three days our decision was made, it was time to take him home.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">That evening was an adventure in itself. This was the biggest night of the festival. We had just payed for Majura and were going to walk him to a friend's cow shed which was near the market. He would then stay there till the next morning when we would come to walk him home. The interesting part about that night was getting him to the shed. We would have to lead him on the ring road which was crammed with people all walking like a ravenous river around the mountain. We also realized we had to walk against the stream to get there. To make matters even more complicated, we had no idea how Majura would handle any of this. To our shear surprise this horse was calmer then a sleeping cat. We plowed through the hordes of people, bumping in to women who screamed in shock and men who would follow us dreadfully curious of these two young female velakara and wanting to pat the horse. It was an amazing scene; people all around, loud noises, sarees in the colors of the rainbow passing by us and lights shinning from all the shops and food stands. There we were - Beau, this beautiful horse and I. We felt like royalty.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A month had past, the stables were finished and Majura was patiently eating the few straws of grass left from the monsoon in his new home. It was now time transport Koda to Tiru. The plan was to take a taxi to Bangalore and then travel together with Koda back home in a vandi, a medium size truck. </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">That day in Bangalore we had a lot of time to waste so we decided to ride Koda before loading him into the vandi. This was also convenient because it would drain his energy so the coming trip would be less dangerous. A slightly hectic afternoon had soon passed where Beau and I took turns riding Koda, who, since he hadn't been ridden in the last six months was packed with energy. Once the evening began to roll in we packed up and prepared for the journey ahead.<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://majixmarwari.com/pictures/03%20-%20Me%20&%20Marwari%20-%2002%20Takoda/10%20koda%20india%20horse%20marwari.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="http://majixmarwari.com/pictures/03%20-%20Me%20&%20Marwari%20-%2002%20Takoda/10%20koda%20india%20horse%20marwari.jpg" width="200" /></a>The events of that evening were not experiences that Beau and I are proud of. This vandi, which was the best sort of transport available, was a simple truck which the stable's staff had filled with straw and tied bamboo poles inside to make a compartment for Koda. We decided that I would lead him in, which I did with surprising ease. But I was relieved too soon. The staff was going to tie the remaining poles to keep Koda in place and then due to miss communication, Koda decided to flee. He jolted passed me straight through the ground of workers sending one of them crashing onto the ground and possibly braking his leg and bruising the others. This experience came to show how easily and quickly things can go wrong while working with horses.<br />
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In the end Beau and I had finally found ourselves in the back of the vandi with a tense and sedated horse tied into a corner of the vandi. We shared shifts of staying awake; comforting Koda or cuddling up best as we could in the straw in attempts to catch a wink of sleep. When we finally got home the sun was still slumbering. We both agreed that I'd be the one to lead and handle Koda. We weren't sure what he would do once he was free from his compartment and we were quite right to be cautious.<br />
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In the dark of night I did my best to prepare myself while Beau untied the poles. Any one who knows about horses, or physics for that matter, knows a horse will always win the battle of strength. Once Koda realized he wasn't tied up anymore he began to let out his anxiety, he took a big leap off the edge of the vandi which was a meter off the ground and even with a rope halter and the long lead rope I was on the verge of control. Luckily Koda quickly realized I had a hold of his head, so to say. I took a few deep breathes, let my heartbeat slow, and yawned to release as much tension as I could (this also being equine gesture to of relaxation). I then lead him to his new stable to meet Majura. All the pieces in place, we sighed, relaxed and smiled in awe at our accomplishments as we eagerly viewed Majura and Koda greet each other for the first time.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>Soon there after Beau began riding lessons with Sasha and we watched the horses grow accustomed to each other and the new environment. We enjoyed the shade from the hot India sun while the horses ecstatically prance around their new paddock, golden manes flowing in the breeze. Somewhere in my mind, a little bird was telling me, life is beautiful. But even after all of this excitement, what I've come to call our real adventures still hadn't started.<br />
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</div><span style="color: #666666;">Photo Courtesy:</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><a href="http://www.majixmarwari.com/"><span style="color: #38761d;">www.majixmarwari.com</span></a> - Beau Bikker</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><a href="http://www.picasaweb.google.com/isairis99"><span style="color: #38761d;">www.picasaweb.google.com/isairis99</span></a> - Isa Stewart</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297875187826026178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968545193534884736.post-9888321267410226162010-02-17T13:53:00.007-04:002010-02-20T10:54:32.006-04:00Moonshadow (Simplified)<div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">Childhood lullaby, my father played for me. </span></span></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: black;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">Moonshadow - Cat Stevens</span></span></b></div><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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Chords (My father's version):</span></span><br />
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<div><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">G </span><span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span> <span style="font-family: Courier New;"> <span style="color: #007fbf;">G</span></span> </span></div><div><span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">Oh, I'm bein' followed by a moonshadow, moon shadow, </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">moonshadow.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">G </span><span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span> <span style="font-family: Courier New;"> <span style="color: #007fbf;">G</span></span> </span></div><div><span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">Leapin and hoppin' on a moonshadow, moonshadow,</span></span><br />
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<div><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #007fbf;">G</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">G</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">G</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">A7</span> </span></div><div><span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">And if I ever lose my hands, lose my plough, lose my land, </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #007fbf;">G </span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">G </span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;"> A7 </span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span> </span></div><div><span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">Oh if I ever lose my hands, The way... </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #007fbf;">G </span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">A7 </span><span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span> </span><span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">I won't have to work no more.</span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
<span style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span style="color: #007fbf;">G</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">G</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">G</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">A7</span> </span></span><br />
<div><span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">And if I ever lose my eyes, if my colours all run dry,</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #007fbf;">G </span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">G </span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;"> A7 </span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span><span style="color: #007fbf;"></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">Oh if I ever lose my eyes, The Way... </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #007fbf;">G </span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">A7 </span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span></span><span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">I won't have to cry no more. </span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<div><span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">>Refrain </span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<div><span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">And if I ever lose my legs, I won't moan, and I won't beg,<br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;"><span style="color: #007fbf;">G </span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">G </span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;"> A7 </span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;"></span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">Yes if I ever lose my legs, The way... </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">I won't have to walk no more.</span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<div><span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">And if I ever lose my mouth, all my teeth, north and south,<br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;"><span style="color: #007fbf;">G </span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">G </span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;"> A7 </span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">D</span><u><span style="color: #007fbf;"></span></u></span></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">Yes if I ever lose my mouth, The way... </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">I won't have to talk... mm mm </span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<div><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #007fbf;">E7</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">A</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">E </span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">A</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;"> Did it take long to find me? I asked the faithful light. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #007fbf;">E</span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">A </span> <span style="color: #007fbf;">E7 </span> </span></div><div><span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">Did it take long to find me? And are you gonna stay the </span></span><br />
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<div><span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">>Refrain</span></span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="color: #888888; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;"></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297875187826026178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968545193534884736.post-81613081855677154082010-01-30T17:49:00.003-04:002010-02-17T14:16:09.722-04:00A Recollection / Graphic Design Portfolio<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: purple; font-size: 24pt; font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-size: small;"> O</span></span></span></b><span style="font-size: small;">nce in the late </span><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">90's</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"> an ambitious young one curiously asked a friend of the family who was working at a computer "What are you doing?" And that was the start of it all.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He showed me how to make a heart in Photoshop. "I'm gonna learn how to do this one day" I reflected, and thought nothing more of it, until now. It's wonderful to look back and realize you've achieved something you set out to do, without even realizing you set out to do it!</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Initially, I started by learning about graphic design and through simple social sites, where I also got a taste of HTML, the building blocks of websites. Later on, once I had moved to India, my father introduced me to CSS, the wife of HTML "who adds style to content.” In other words, I was beginning to look at the websites I visited in a different way, I was beginning to understand how they worked.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I was testing and tinkering, learning and comprehending - and failing - a lot. But after a while by the spring of 2007 I had created my own little website. It was white and had green buttons for navigation, with "Isa Stewart" written at the top in a clear and gentle font. This was my first attempt, and I proudly kept it running with photos and an "about me" section explaining my unusual lifestyle.</span></span> <br />
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">In the making of my first website I began to see that boxy-looking sites weren't good enough for me, especially being the mac* fan I was. I could make a site with text and a few colors, but I wanted smooth-looking transitions, some fade ins and shadows. More research, more tinkering, and voila - GIMP. Free, and definitely good enough! Now combining my images made in Gimp with my HTML and CSS knowledge, I could get the effects I was looking for.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Soon my first chance for </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">creating a website</span><b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">,</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> and earning some money for doing it</span><b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">,</span></b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> was coming. My good friend Beau Bikker was making websites with Dreamweaver</span> and earning a few thousand rupees for each finished design (1000 INR roughly 20 USD). I saw the trend of using these website-making programs but did not like the idea of not using my knowledge of the HTML and CSS languages that I had learned.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Fall 2007<b><span style="font-weight: bold;">,</span></b> I got my first job, which went sadly, down the drain. I had encountered many problems. The leap from making a small and cozy personal website to a company website for a friend of the family was quite big. There was a photographer hired to get good photos and there was a team of students from the US volunteering at this company in Auroville, India who were going to help me with the design. But it was too much, I</span><span style="color: navy; font-size: small;"><span style="color: navy;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;">soon I lost confidence</span><span style="color: navy; font-size: small;"><span style="color: navy;">. </span></span><span style="color: navy; font-size: small;"><span style="color: navy;">I</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"> felt I didn't have enough experience. The project fell into the dust.</span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Since this was all a hobby of mine, I pretty much laid off for a while, feeling uninspired by not finishing my first job and not believing I could have made something that would have worked esthetically. I also let my own website go and stopped updating the photos. </span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">But in this pause in website enthusiasm, I did not forget the skills I had developed in GIMP, the program I used for making background images and such for my websites. I started fooling around with GIMP and in 2008 I realized I could make business cards, brochures, leaflets and such in it.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Spring 2008 I got lucky, my father’s partner was just starting </span><a href="http://joylivinglearning.org/" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Joy Living and Learning Center</a><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> in Joy community where I lived in Auroville and she offered me the job of creating their logo. Again I was attempting to do something in which I had little experience, but this time I wasn't going to give up. After hours of work I finally came forward with these ideas for the Center’s logo.</span></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JQH1cfciRME/S0h5Kl_7YTI/AAAAAAAAC08/hYiTmQfbbxw/Joy%7ENVC%7EAV%7E2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JQH1cfciRME/S0h5Kl_7YTI/AAAAAAAAC08/hYiTmQfbbxw/Joy%7ENVC%7EAV%7E2.png" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JQH1cfciRME/S0h5Kmp6yxI/AAAAAAAAC1A/enXJMafN4ps/Joy%7ENVC%7EAV%7E3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_JQH1cfciRME/S0h5Kmp6yxI/AAAAAAAAC1A/enXJMafN4ps/Joy%7ENVC%7EAV%7E3.png" /></a><a href="http://joylivinglearning.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/JoyNVCAV.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://joylivinglearning.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/JoyNVCAV.png" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> The last one became the logo. Yeah! I did it! -The figure could have been a portrait of me...<br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JQH1cfciRME/S0h7SHMxfvI/AAAAAAAAC1U/OCgM8GE_Lrs/L%27auraBC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="69" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JQH1cfciRME/S0h7SHMxfvI/AAAAAAAAC1U/OCgM8GE_Lrs/L%27auraBC.jpg" width="119" /></a>At the same time I got to learn the hard way about pixel resolution (size of the photo) while producing a batch of 50 business cards for her that came out blurry - I know I will always have much more to learn.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><a href="http://naturalhorse.me/others/logo.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="79" src="http://naturalhorse.me/others/logo.png" width="55" /></a>In February of 2009 I started a project, Natural Horse, where I wanted to create an information-based site to share what I knew about my favorite subject "the new era of horse and human relations.” I am still trying to find a good way to build this site since I want it to be interactive - discussion as well as information. I also need a team, badly.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2009 has become the year for learning about being efficiency. For example using existing online bloging sites and customizing them instead of building my own from scratch (which is very gnarly). Or using website-making/network-<wbr></wbr>building sites like <a href="http://ning.com/" target="_blank">ning</a>. In the beginning I was rebellious about using these because I felt very limited by the platform and couldn't personalize it as much as I was used to as well as using the same strategies I was used to. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>But my rebellion began to turn when I started doing projects for <a href="http://www.butterflycoaching.ning.com/">Butterfly</a>, A ning based site. Where I had a wonderful time creating the butterfly logo that is now widely used by the company. Shown are two business cards I designed for Butterfly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JQH1cfciRME/S0hsXJRf1wI/AAAAAAAAC0o/tyS-0L7g_98/s1600/Butterfly-SH-08.01.10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_JQH1cfciRME/S0hsXJRf1wI/AAAAAAAAC0o/tyS-0L7g_98/s400/Butterfly-SH-08.01.10.jpeg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Butterfly.ning.com is a social network based around healing work </span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and life coaching founded by Ann-Charlotte Stewart.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
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Even though these songs were experiments I ind these days when I listen to them that I really like them. Maybe somebody else does to? We will see...<br />
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So I welcome you to go in and leave some comments and suggestions, for my future of music making! If you have a login on Jamendo you can write reviews and stuff. Haven' looked into myself yet. I can also suggest Jamendo, maye you can compare it to Spotify, except different purpose. But for music lovers with a bit of a original taste - like myself - it's a perfect place to get your afternoon music listening time from!<br />
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Cheers to an aspiring everything! I mean, sorry - Music artist! ;)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297875187826026178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968545193534884736.post-81754109879920043092009-12-09T10:05:00.001-04:002009-12-18T06:37:00.885-04:00Back to a Routine LifeSince I have come to Sweden I have gently been sniffing possibilities and creating oppurtunities for myself. Now for the first time in almost two years, I am joining into a curriculum!<br />
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I have chosen a regular curriculum line that focuses on dance. I am also very lucky for in Sweden under the age of 20 students are paid to attend school!<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And now planting new seeds! Meeting exciting inspiring people, projects, and coming up with m own ideas. for example a Thriller (Michael Jackson) project invented by the 'female Stewrats' (me and mamma)! Next Halloween, Örebro - big zombie dance performance in the city, we are talking to funders already*. Then I am meeting with future councelers helping me with study ad jobs. As well as filming projects for youth and a bunch of fun stuff.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A quick cycle ride away, A Stable that takes in horses for a second chance - 'Lucky' was one of them. Lucky was found thin and abandoned by his owner in a paddock. Now he lives a nourishing life, and to my good fortune he could use some attention.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The day I introduced myself to him I felt exited and nervous - coming as a apprentice of a known trainer, but feeling foreign to my surroundings and the tasks that lie ahead; training a horse with horsemanship techniques.</span><br />
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I've also begun playin with horses in the vicinity together with Anne-Sofie who also has learned a lot from Jasmin. So we go a few times a week to go play with a icelandic horse, Ofey, who was here during the summer. Anne-Sofie is and I exitedly spend time together, sharing horsemanship knowledge, and helping each other see what we can't see when we are with the horse. Lately I have been learning a lot about being a teacher because Anne-Sofie is the one who has care for Ofey, so I have been helping their relationship in any ways that I see when they are playing together. This has been a great experience for me - to see how much I know and share it.<br />
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Along with horses - I have just got a 'project' of my own started. There is a stable nearby with a 9 year old warmblood that very much needed a caretacker. So now I have access to play with him and learn from that as well. I was up there in the week and got to know him and was suprised to feel how much I'd learned in the last few months and along with that felt terribly exited. I was thinking "I can actually teach a horse now! I can communicate through positive reinforcement what I want, and be understood". And this is a step in my whole relation with horses. It is tool. And it is one that can be very usefull.<br />
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I recently had a big block of my life squared of - I had decided that in October I was going to be in London with my mother. But the other morning 'my stars changed' and Now that is not what is happening. So I don't have any plans in the tije to come, and it feels great! And Scary! So...<br />
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Well - I'm free. What do I want to do? ( - be here and now) ... Interesting.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297875187826026178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968545193534884736.post-63101048509349424382009-07-26T17:12:00.004-03:002009-07-26T18:46:17.938-03:00Back in Sweden for *Holidays*Rosenlund hosted three weeks of NVC Meetings and camps through July... After all the commotion and work going on I decided to take a few weeks and visit friends and relatives in Sweden.<br /><br />I traveled to Copenhagen first with a friend i met in Rosenlund. She took me to her apartment in Copenhagen and Showed me to some wonderful places around where she lives.<br /><br />First she showed me an ex-army quarters that had been taken over by hippies and converted into a little town of it's own called Cristiania. It was amazing to be walking down a big city shopping street, turn the corner, and next thing you know your in hippie land.<br /><br />Later in the evening we took a bus out of the town to Dragör, an old town on the cost. Sanne, my friend, is also a bird watcher. Se showed me the spots she loved to go to to watch, one being a big goose and duck "housing service". Then we went into the town, a car-less place full of small yellow houses and stone laid alleys lined with hundreds of beautiful colored Holly Hocks. They really impressed me...<br /><br />The next day i took the buss to Sweden, and now I'm here, high summer Skogsberg; beautiful Gardens, raspberry bushes overflowing with berries, pots cooking with jams of harvests of blueberries from the forest, and all the other exiting things that summer brings.<br /><br />I'm exited to upload the photos - soon! ATL (All the Love)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297875187826026178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968545193534884736.post-30674849099246525722009-07-02T04:26:00.004-03:002009-07-02T05:19:31.096-03:00A week with family, and update on life.Pappa and Adam visited me in Rosenlund for a week. It was very nice to spend some time with them - and a suprise that we got together here!<br /><br />In the mean time I did my first whole day with Juliane, where I was responsible for her while Jasmin was teaching a children in a horse camp about horsemanship. This was very exhausting, but I am very proud that my capacities are growing and I'm beginning to develop a little bond with Juliane. I have been watching my relationship with her change since I got here, and as I spend more time with her she puts more trust into me. Which is a great feeling.<br /><br />Yesterday we lead the neighbor's Icelandic horse into our pastures. Jasmin decided that it would be fun for me to have a horse here to ride and practice what training skills I have with. So that is VERY exiting! -We will see what she will teach me!<br /><br />In two days I have an even bigger responsibility coming up with Juliane. A full day and night I get to look after her and get her ready to sleep in the night. I feel nervous about the amount of work it is, although I know I will manage. But wish me luck!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297875187826026178noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968545193534884736.post-72302509786596080232009-06-27T09:15:00.004-03:002009-12-18T07:10:10.398-04:00Clean and Fresh Picasa!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA-PhBRxoV20Dfp5-UqVM14nXQGXxVG_RbyRRGyZUBLG-WXXYV1Za_IFolXpdnzsDpbKrfvPrk9Mu5Z1oZrhREWYWRv8JdoqICheTEoa2D0_kura2T5IbmoXSgwTAuooZdJmm8bjEfauCC/s1600-h/IMG_1746.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA-PhBRxoV20Dfp5-UqVM14nXQGXxVG_RbyRRGyZUBLG-WXXYV1Za_IFolXpdnzsDpbKrfvPrk9Mu5Z1oZrhREWYWRv8JdoqICheTEoa2D0_kura2T5IbmoXSgwTAuooZdJmm8bjEfauCC/s200/IMG_1746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352029835286422594" /></a><br />I've just sorted my picasa so now it's more fun to go see the pictures that I take/took. I've uploaded a bunch of very nice photos taken in Rosenlund using a friends nice (canon rebel d50) camera. A set of photos are from a big bonfire night with marshmellows! So do enjoy! -IsaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297875187826026178noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968545193534884736.post-10722062130509984722009-06-14T10:58:00.003-03:002009-06-28T09:34:28.326-03:00Will Isa make the choice? ;)Saturday evening, the sun has set and the horizon is a pastel rainbow. Out on the road, on a walk with the horses, behind me Jasmin calls out "Don't let her take your line (move into your space)" or "remember to praise her, otherwise she won't be learning". Rosie, a young, ready to be trained tinker is in my hands. As the night creeps in we get closer to home. I continue to soak in comments from Jasmin I get the feeling that at this moment, I'm probably learning more then Rosie is.<br /><br />Back at the stables me and Jasmin discuss what Rosie has been pointing out during the walk - horses are great reminders of our weaknesses and strengths. Both Rosie and Janeda, had reminded me of a weakness of mine; "keap your line, keap your space, know what you want"!<br /><br />And Jasmin reminds me that it is my choice to decide; who I want to be, or 'Who Isa is'. I smile to myself as I am again reminded that only I can change me. -It's a good thing to remember!<br /><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297875187826026178noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5968545193534884736.post-70377539067816665042009-05-25T14:52:00.005-03:002009-06-01T17:53:49.830-03:00Been in Denmark long enough to Blog about it, no? ;)<span style="font-weight: bold;">This is a beautiful place,</span> not half as well organized as Skogsberg but very cozy. The lilac is in full bloom and the horses snort in the paddock. One day I'll be scrubbing the floor of a long since cleaned laundry room, the next I'm on the beach with Jasmin, and of course, Mayday and Jenida.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JQH1cfciRME/SiQ9AVocMNI/AAAAAAAABlM/BcuRFkbGxtQ/s576/IMG_2282.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 187px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_JQH1cfciRME/SiQ9AVocMNI/AAAAAAAABlM/BcuRFkbGxtQ/s576/IMG_2282.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Life here so far has been all of the following; challenging, exiting, endouring, inspiring... and more exiting. Quit quickly I'm gining undestanding of Danish, and not as quickly; learning to understand Juliane.<br /><br /><br />I am continuously suprising myself with how much i've been working here. I knew from the begining that being here would need of me to help out and be of service to my living environment much more then ever before. I like to say, I have to release my ego and put my heart to work. And I've been blowing my own mind away with the amount of commitment I've been able to share here at Rosenlund.<br /><br />In the future I can look forward to many things. Karsten and Jasmin have planned many events in which I will be an assisting part of. At the moment Durai has just arrived, wich is such an amazing surprise and I am enjoying a lot. Jasmin has also left for a 4 day course, and so Juliane is here with Kartsen , Durai and I. So over the next few days I will be learning more intensly about interacting with her, finding out how best to communicate, and seeing how many time I can tickle her per day without her growing tired of it! Or maybe something along those lines! ;)<br /><br />One more thing that I am most certainly looking forward to is this. Sometime after Jasmin returns we will recieve to young horses for starting! So hopefully I'll have a good oportunity to pick up a bunch of good horse habbits from Jasmin throug that experience. Jasmin was alo sharing ideas of how I could help her train them, you could imagine how exited I am by that!<br /><br />With all love, enjoy the pics (check picassa)! IsaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13297875187826026178noreply@blogger.com3