The Sound of Silence

by Skye Moody

Liv Fun: Vol 7 – Issue 4

On a typical afternoon strolling down Broadway, Manhattan’s pulsating streets radiate a cacophony of sounds that invade my ears. Unlike the three out of five passersby whose ears are budded against the clamor, tuned in to whatever sounds charm their senses, I opt to “be here now.” That is, to be present in the dizzying orchestration of the moment, with its fast-paced pedestrian chorus, jostling for sidewalk space, voices a dissonance of languages, ranges of scale and syntax, chattering, shouting, laughing, or murmuring intently into mobile phones, as yet another section of the citysong, construction cranes, clash with the harmonics of honking taxis, playing its stop-and-go USA rendition of Gershwin’s “An American in Paris.” All of these sounds fuse into the symphony that performs the “here and now,” cannily enchanting my senses: New York, New York.

Or, am I escaping into the chaos, aiming to avoid the bedlam prowling my innermost self?

Meanwhile, the earbudders tune in to their preferred sounds, usually music. Budders can enjoy a vast selection of symphonic, or not-so-structured, voices and musical instruments. Whatever rapture garners their attention, it’s not this raucous traffic jam or the clicking high-heeled shoes on feet swirling around them. Instead, they’re choosing to control what seeps into their consciousness. What beats of drums and clash of cymbals touch their deepest senses?

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Liv Fun

by Leisure Care
Winter 2018
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Our Souls
by Tammy Kennon

Exploring the history of the “soul” is a bumpy ride through science, philosophy, art, literature, religion, spirituality, and lots of –isms. Belief about the soul mines the depths of “self” and “other,” mortality and eternal life, and speculation and the certainty of uncertainty.

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The Sound of Silence
by Skye Moody

On a typical afternoon strolling down Broadway, Manhattan’s pulsating streets radiate a cacophony of sounds that invade my ears. Unlike the three out of five passersby whose ears are budded against the clamor, tuned in to whatever sounds charm their senses, I opt to “be here now.”

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The Power of Positive Deviance
by Laurel Saville

The first time I heard the term “Positive Deviance” was when it was applied to me. No, it was not in reference to any unusual private proclivities. My deviance has to do with the progression of my Parkinson’s disease. Or more accurately, my lack of progression.

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