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Become the Observer. See the world, your world, through the eyes of a Witness.

Observe intently

We are given a new opportunity, a new perspective, when we free ourselves from the trappings of the mind. Without subjective thoughts, steeped in  trauma, drama, emotion and earthly logic, we can become a neutral bystander—participating in whatever activity is at hand, but simultaneously watching ourselves in the context of life events. We become free to acknowledge a hushed voice—perhaps the Soul, longing to be heard. We may sense subtle flutters of Inner Wisdom, Tiny Feathers drifting gently into consciousness. Earthly burdens of expectations release and detach. Relaxation settles over us. Simultaneously we feel an exhilarating freedom.

LaVerna Monastery

Sacred sounds, ageless chants have been used for centuries to shift focus from the ordinary, the everyday into a sense of awe and wonder. Spiritual beings throughout history have denied the corporeal world in search of deeper faith, wisdom and meaning. There have been curious stories about the presence of a brilliant white light that people seem to encounter when death approaches. We’ve watched cloaked monks process in a rhythmic sway, singing deep, resonating sounds that fill spacious stone cathedrals with a life-changing reverberation.

Floating and Swirling

Those wordless tones—the sacred sound of Om (AUM—ah-oo-mm), emanating from the “heart space” invoke spirit. To be “inspired” means to be infused with spirit. Breathe in, breathe out. The entire body becomes transformed. This is our hope—to soar, to invite momentary glimpses of Tiny Feathers, Inner Wisdom, that enticingly float and swirl just beyond everyday awareness.

Music – Tiny Feathers

Lyrics

Floating weightlessly behind my eyelids

Drifting ever-slowly toward my beating heart

Tiny feathers of a fleeting thought

Slipping calmly into rhythmic breathing

Matching beat for beat with my sacred heart

 

Floating weightlessly behind my eyelids

Drifting ever-slowly toward my beating heart

Tiny feathers, soft hints

What my Soul dares to dream

Dedication

This story and music are dedicated to Those who continually nudge us further and further into our sacred heart space

Credits

From album – Hold to the Heart
Track released – June 1, 2022
Cheryl Martlage – Lyrics, Vocals and Production
Emerson Martlage – Music, Vocals and Production
Feather Image – Custom Generated by Gemini AI

Related Stories and Music

Eye Witness

We were reading a number of books about consciousness, among them were several by Ken Wilbur: “Boomeritis,” and “A Brief History of Everything,” as well as another book called “What Really Matters.” We also read (after having seen the movie) “What the Bleep Do We Know,” which led us to discover “Ramtha: the White Book” . . .

Each Cell

Following a visit to Madonna del Sasso Monastery near Santa Brigida, in Tuscany, we wrote this song. We had walked for about an hour up the steep, rocky trail between the monastery and town to reach that sacred site with unbelievable views into the Val d’Inferno. We could see our studio off in the distance, and the Castle Trebbio, down below . . .

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Hope. The very word implies an intention for a future. When hope is shared among and with others it becomes even more potent. The simple act of holding hope has helped us through some tough times. It’s such a powerful idea that we wove it into the lyrics of our song and story called “Circle of Trust.” We often hear about acts of kindness, when people experience empathy for another and “hold space” or allow a safe, non-judgmental listening. Compassion and trust create a unique “micro” environment. A gathering of such like-minded folks, harnesses an energetic force that just might change the world. Especially in these times of division and uncertainty, we can choose to be holders of hope in a circle of trust.

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“All the pieces and parts, unique as they are, work as though they are one, to make up our days.” Timepieces – April, 2012

Ancient Timepiece – Lyon France

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All alone in the tinker’s workshop
Counter scattered with cogs and gears
Watches built to track hours and minutes
But he cannot capture the years

Parts engage, one made for the other
Slide together, then whirl and spin
Morning breaks, finally he sets the hands
And so time begins

Excerpt from lyrics of the musical story “Timepieces”

By clicking on “Timepieces” above you’ll find the original story which includes the complete lyrics along with the 40th anniversary video introducing our book “Time to Partner.” The iBook is unique in that it has an interactive design with many clickable links to additional stories, music , lyrics, videos, photos, learnings and more—a complete digital format unlike any other book.

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“Then suddenly I saw the world within, never seen before. Since that moment of stealing a glance, I want even more.”   Secret Passageways – May, 2011

Palazzo Vecchio

 

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Architectural masterpieces of Medieval Europe offer broad perspectives into the lives of our ancestral heritage, while providing glimpses into our personal interior “architecture.” As we follow leads of interest or intuition, wandering through the shadowy halls and moody attics of the world’s most treasured places, we’re simultaneously given passage into meandering stories and new perspectives into our ever-evolving selves.

Beyond every massive stone wall and imposing facade there may be secret spaces and hidden gardens where the creative spirit soars.

As we explore the world around us, we explore the world within.

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Click here to view original story with lyrics and video.

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While going through some old files recently, we came across a story that had long been tucked away. In 2008, Cheryl wrote an original story,  the “Big Green Chair.” It is a memory of her kindergarten year, so circa 1956. She was tasked with taking care of herself while her parents juggled work and family needs. Alone for countless hours each weekday, she filled the time with creative imaginings, reading the encyclopedia, and generally entertaining herself. She developed a  child’s sense of humor, while pretending and observing her surroundings, as well as exploring her inner world. The result was that she became self-sufficient, maybe even too much so at such a tender age. Following is that story exactly as she recounted those solitary days as a little girl on Burton Road in Middletown Ohio.

The Original Story

I was a “latchkey” kid before the phrase was coined, but with one important difference: I was never alone. My mom folded boxes at the local corrugated paper company. Because she wanted to be home with the family in the evenings and to see us off to school each morning, she opted for the night shift. In the mornings, after bowls of oatmeal, and lunches were packed, she faithfully stood at the door and we went on our way.

Each day I’d return home around mid-day. The school bus driver had Mom’s strict orders to watch me until I passed through our front door.  Once inside, I locked the door and stood silently, listening for the familiar sound of my mother’s soft and steady breathing. She was a “gentle” sleeper and it was nice to know she was there.

At times I watched cartoons, without sound, to be quiet. Sometimes I lay upside-down in my huge chair and extended my legs upward and pretended to walk on the ceiling, defying gravity. Other times I looked at pictures in the encyclopedia. Still other times, I napped, tuckered out from a hard morning at school.

Later, when my dad came home from the City Water Works, the house would buzz with noise and chatter. But in the meantime, many hours were whiled away in that chair, a giant gentle hand that held me when everyone was away.  There, nestled in the warmth of my big green chair, I learned about the world and about myself. Within the silence of my own thoughts I grew up imagining that anything was possible.

Written from memory, 1-30-08

You can also visit the our musical story page here, which was written and first published some months later in 2008.

Music

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Lyrics

Half a day is passed at school
Then I’m home by noon, it’s time to play

Mama worked hard yesterday
Now she’s sleeping late
So I won’t make a sound

I’ll grab a bite to eat
Prop up both my feet
Settle back into the big green chair

After lunch I read a book
Switch on TV to look
Cartoons fill the screen

Throw my legs upon the back
Swing my hair this way and that
Now my whole world is turned upside down

Without a single care
You could always find me there
Nestled deep into my big green chair

I notice that I’m wearing mismatched socks
Volume D has pictures of each different kind of dog
My purple Kool-Aid stain moustache is finally wearing off
What a shame

Now it’s getting close to four
Soon bursting through the door
My brother comes in

With my sister close behind
They both laugh to find me there
Kind of dozing in my big green chair

Then Mama’s at the stove
And Daddy has just come home
Glad to see them, I jump from my green chair
All together we’re finally
Home again

Credits

From After All, track released September 1, 2008
Cheryl Martlage – Lyrics, vocals and production
Emerson Martlage – Music, guitar, vocals and production
Mr Toad’s San Francisco – Mastering
The Tibbs Family – Inspiration
Images – Gemini

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The quiet story—you know, the one that runs alongside the main one—attracts and inspires us.

We often set our sites on going somewhere “interesting,” or doing something “meaningful.” Those things definitely happen, but what we’ve discovered time and again is that there’s always an unexpected happening that shows-up along the way that we call the “quiet story.” And it’s the quiet one that usually stays with us and means the most.

Dario Cecchini

On a beautiful day in Tuscany, we decided to drive an hour south of Florence to the small town of Panzano for lunch at the restaurant, Officina della Bistecca (workshop of the steak). The owner is Dario Cecchini, who has earned the reputation of being the most famous butcher in all of Italy. That’s quite a statement. He’s been included in some American cookbooks, is known throughout Italy and is a living legend. He’s tall, confident and out-going. His staff has been well trained in the sweet art of conviviality (cheerful and attentive). Dario has such a large personality that when he enters the room, everyone is immediately drawn to him. But here’s the thing—he’s a really nice, caring and generous man and it doesn’t take long to realize that.

Josh, Italian dreaming

We went to the Officina because we knew somebody who had taken an apprenticeship with Dario. Josh held a dream to study the fine art of butchery. Circumstances led him straight to Dario. He wasn’t alone. There were 4-5 apprentices there, from the four corners of the earth. Dario had said “yes” to each of them. He said “yes” to helping them follow their dreams. Josh was smitten with Italy and the Italian people, and rightly so. The only thing better than holding a dream is having it come true and it was happening right before our eyes.

As we sat watching the drama of the moment, Dario quietly stole away from the cheering diners to embrace and nuzzle the face of his older brother Stefano. I don’t think anybody noticed besides us. We relish an endearing expression of affection. After all, what we enjoy most is the quiet story.

Related Video

This short video will give you a glimpse into Dario Cecchini’s world. Going to Panzano is one of those experiences you’ll never forget. When you get to the part where Dario is holding up a bistecca In each hand he is proclaiming that “To beef or not to beef, that is the question.” The crowd roars with approval!

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Your Honor,

On behalf of the People, we are requesting detailed information about what is going on beneath our sidewalks and streets. There is undoubtedly a major cover-up underway and we intend to unearth the truth and get to the bottom of this hideous and confusing situation.

The following photo was taken in what was once our beautiful “America’s Finest City” center near the intersection of Broadway and State Street.

Just look at this mess of urban hieroglyphics.

We assume this is supposed to be a map of the underground utilities. For starters, we don’t know anyone who would be capable of deciphering those ridiculous snakey symbols. And how  could they possibly translate them to something useful in the tangled underworld?

For cryin’ out loud people, what we have here is a recently finished sidewalk ramp (see the fresh new concrete curb and pavers above), along with another irregular patched-up street that’s now covered in disgusting orange graffiti. And if that’s not enough, it’s all evidently slated for major demolition that’s too complicated for anyone to decipher. The entire area will be sliced and diced yet again.

Our once beautiful street has become the canvas for incomprehensible demo “instructions.” Oddly enough, breaking the asphalt would destroy the very map of those essential utilities buried below. Although these contractors/craftsmen may be quite proficient with heavy machinery, demolition will certainly require an aggressive steam-shovel or a not so delicate jack-hammer that will wreak havoc once again. This isn’t going to be pretty.

To amuse ourselves we imagined what the symbols might mean. We set out to decode some of the orange hen-scratches in this absurd display of government-authorized tarmac graffiti. Below is the preliminary evidence we offer for your consideration. However, no matter what we figure out, someone must at the very least, answer for the obvious violations of spray can over-reach and asphalt cover-up.

We certainly haven’t completed our investigative work yet, but wanted to share some of the early results before something changes or the paint fades. Help us solve this mystery. Time is of the essence!

The People’s Evidence

Exhibit A

Clearly, what we see here isn’t about utilities at all. Instead, the ICOX! Is code for “I can only exit!—meaning, whoever begins digging in that spot will need to leave work immediately and not return to the job site until a new pay package is approved. In other words, there is an impending strike being planned right before our eyes. Beware!

Exhibit B

This codex is one of the oldest tricks used in street graffiti. Those lines are the directions from that very intersection to the designated road (in red) and diner where all workers will meet for breakfast at 7:00 am on the “start day.” The “C” and the line beside it indicate that they have great coffee (free refills) and an alley in the back for parking.

Exhibit C

That unusual white mark forming the top of a “T” signifies that they will all be riding together in Tom’s white “Crew Cab” pick-up truck (room for 6 total, first come first served). The other lines around it are merely distractions to confuse the un-initiated—very clever indeed.

Summary

The public has a right to know what’s hidden beneath their streets. The time has come for urban transparency! Don’t you agree, that after seeing the above evidence, what we have here is a perfect example of  “Civil Mapping Abuse,” which needs to be exposed. The evidence can no longer be ignored nor obfuscated with the excessive use of orange spray paint!  We intend to fully reveal the truth about what is going on above and below the very ground we walk on. We need some clear indication that our concerns and our words, although not orange, have weight.

The People rest, uneasy and with trepidation,

Thank you Your Honor.

Related Story

Speaking of street graffiti, you might also be interested in another story called “Expression: Art or Vandalism,” which explores some interesting and quite humorous examples of civilian alterations to public street signs at home and abroad. Just click the link above to check it out.

 

 

 

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The real thing

The name Bird-of-Paradise, although originally intended for an exotic bird, is also the popular name of a beautiful flowering plant. After all, the flowers bear a striking resemblance to the bird’s colorful plumage and the shape of its beak. First observed in New Guinea by Europeans in 1522, the bird’s unforgettable appearance spawned myths of having arrived directly from heaven. As a result, the storied fowl became synonymous with power and wealth. Eventually the bird achieved peak status as the National symbol for Papua New Guinea representing freedom and independence.

In contrast, the flower by the same name hails from South Africa, growing wild along the coast and river banks. You might say they are “normal” there. However, in 1773, along came Sir Joseph Banks, a Botanist who recognized the flora as extraordinary, and took the treasured plant back to his home in England, placing his prized specimen in the Royal Botanic Gardens. Due to the striking resemblance between the flower and the bird, the borrowed name “Bird of Paradise” stuck and became the common moniker that followed the exotic plant as it migrated into every warm, frost-free climate around the world.

The incredible Twin

That brings us and our story to one of those warm climates some 250 years later. We were walking in downtown San Diego the other day, as part of our daily routine to a favorite coffee shop. We passed apartments and condos along the way, and by chance, came upon a couple photographing a particular flower (He was apparently the designated photographer while she provided the necessary narrative). There in a flowerbed outside their condo stood one of those gorgeous “bird/plants,” strutting its stuff. We paused to watch as she circled the bloom, swooning and describing its unique qualities. Evidently, what we were looking at was no ordinary “bird-flower.” This one boasted two opposing “beaky things” rather than just one. She declared the anomaly to be a “twin,” and excitedly proclaimed its virtues. This phenomenon of “twin beaks” may or may not be rare, but she was quite taken with it and so we chose to accept her narrative.

For us, this chance encounter with the enamored couple and their flowering Bird was a classic moment where a variety of interesting details came swooping together. A coincidence? A serendipity? Who can say?

In this curious age of AI and “created” reality everywhere we look, we intuitively stopped to briefly connect with real life. We were reminded that there are flashes of sweetness all around us all of the time, we just need to stop and notice. Sometimes we get distracted with “Breaking News,” politics, and world events that are overwhelming. Yet, on a regular Monday morning walk, out of nowhere, various snippets of life from hundreds of years swirled together into a magical encounter. We experienced a heavenly Bird of Paradise that metaphorically flew down and landed at our feet.

Note: The famous Papua New Guinea National Flag with the Golden Bird of Paradise representing freedom and emergence, and the five stars representing the Southern Cross—their proud Pacific location and cooperation with the other Pacific Nations.

Papua New Guinea Flag

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Monarchs Rule

The Unexpected

Today, an unexpected guest arrived at our home. On a beautiful sunny, cloudless June day in San Diego, something amazing happened. Following our lunch on the patio, we left the door wide open to let outside breezes in. Suddenly, there was a fluttering—a shadowy silhouette against the stark white ceiling.

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This quote is from the Lyrics of the musical story called “Follow the Leader.” We all participate in the spectacle of the showman at one time or another whether we know it or not—for good or sometimes not.  Just click the link above and you’ll be whisked away to the original story, music, lyrics and more.

Follow the Leader

 

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The Duomo

Imagine a hiking trail 100 miles long with no particular destination. Rather than hiking to some specific place, what if the trail encircled a landmark, the most magnificent symbol of the Italian Renaissance—the Duomo, Cattedrale Santa Maria del Fiore—the main cathedral in the heart of Florence?  Well, there is such a trail, called The Renaissance Ring, Anello del Rinascimento. The hiking experience results in the deepening of the magic and mystery of that special place known as Firenze—the heart of Tuscany!

The Pinnacle

The famous dome of the Duomo, was thought to be impossible to build, but has been a reality now for nearly 600 years. It’s both a miracle and masterpiece, designed in the 15th century by the great Filippo Brunellischi. Located near the banks of the River Arno, the unforgettable dome can be seen miles away, rising prominently amid the red tile roofs of the old city center. It looms with a rather surreal presence, seen from miles away.

Florence Italy

Florence has history, art and architecture like no other city. However, not many understand the unique relationship the “City of the Lily” has always shared with the rolling hills and beautiful countryside that surrounds the Arno river valley—the small towns that grew up alongside her, but certainly not in her shadow. Characterized by centuries of mutual influence and respect, the connections between the various areas become apparent as you experience the rather intimate valley, not from its center, but rather from its outer edges.

The people who lived in, and loved the surrounding countryside, gazed down into the city where the compelling dome stands watch. Or, if by chance the Duomo was not within view, they knew it was always there, visible from a nearby point just around the bend. And just like us, they surely felt a comfort at its familiar, awesome presence.

To celebrate the relationship between Florence and the communities that hold it, local organizations were tasked to create a continuous ring of trails leading past monasteries, castles, ancient walled cities, and country churches that all grew up together in that larger “Florentine family.” While unraveling the story, we’ve walked meadows, old Roman roads, mule trails, through olive groves, vineyards and cypress woods. There are 13 unique itineraries that break the 170 kilometers (100 miles) down into day-length pieces. With the help of train and bus schedules in hand, we charted our excursions, to experience the entire circle—slowly and thoughtfully, just like it evolved over the centuries.

Every leg of the grand circle can be coupled with a quaint overnight, or a relaxing Italian meal and a bus or train ride home. In any case, there will be a series of unforgettable experiences that add up to one grand loop around one of the world’s most fascinating regions.

Below is a companion story about one particular section of the circular trail that is known for its intact collection of ancient “Butter Houses,” scattered around the mountainside.  Just click below to discover the rest of the story which is a unique hiking exploration all by itself.

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The Butter Houses

Fonterinalda

C’era una volta, once upon a time, in the Tuscan hills just north of Florence, Italy, lived some very poor farmers. Their homes were usually one room, built high in the mountains, where both family and animals dwelled together. Life was difficult, but they were thankful for what they had.