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		<title>By: Christine Martell</title>
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		<dc:creator>Christine Martell</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2009 06:23:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Painting about memory.

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Painting about memory.</p>
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		<title>By: Lisa</title>
		<link>http://hiroboga.com/blog/your-journey/what-we-choose-to-remember/comment-page-1/#comment-82</link>
		<dc:creator>Lisa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 13:47:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I loved reading this post, regarding memories.  I am still going through the process of grieving my brother, who passed away march 12, 2009 after a long suffering, emotionally and spiritually.  I have been going through many different memories of him.  I am slowly letting go of the ones that are painful, ever so slowly, and preciously holding onto ones where I was striving to connect with his beauty..even when he could not see it or reciprocate.  He had a very difficult time with that.  And this was not my issue (as you said about the stone, he was a &#039;stone&#039; after all and I must accept it, it was not my fault).  This morning when my husband and son left the house, and my daughter fell asleep after nursing, I had the few sacred moments to freely read this article.  It was during reading it that I realized I have the freedom and grace to hold whatever memories of Ross I choose. Thank you so much Hiro for writing this and for the greater spirit and guides who helped me find the time and space to read/reflect on this and to give me this new perspective.  lisa</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I loved reading this post, regarding memories.  I am still going through the process of grieving my brother, who passed away march 12, 2009 after a long suffering, emotionally and spiritually.  I have been going through many different memories of him.  I am slowly letting go of the ones that are painful, ever so slowly, and preciously holding onto ones where I was striving to connect with his beauty..even when he could not see it or reciprocate.  He had a very difficult time with that.  And this was not my issue (as you said about the stone, he was a &#8217;stone&#8217; after all and I must accept it, it was not my fault).  This morning when my husband and son left the house, and my daughter fell asleep after nursing, I had the few sacred moments to freely read this article.  It was during reading it that I realized I have the freedom and grace to hold whatever memories of Ross I choose. Thank you so much Hiro for writing this and for the greater spirit and guides who helped me find the time and space to read/reflect on this and to give me this new perspective.  lisa</p>
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		<title>By: molly quarrier</title>
		<link>http://hiroboga.com/blog/your-journey/what-we-choose-to-remember/comment-page-1/#comment-76</link>
		<dc:creator>molly quarrier</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2009 16:02:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hiro,
I , too, love your writing, I saw what you  saw with the richness of your description, and my heart moved into the space of yours, as I was  reading this post.  Thank you so much for  your great hearted wisdom. I am also making choices in the moment about how I want to carry past experiences so thank you for bringing us with you to this magnificent experience.
Molly</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hiro,<br />
I , too, love your writing, I saw what you  saw with the richness of your description, and my heart moved into the space of yours, as I was  reading this post.  Thank you so much for  your great hearted wisdom. I am also making choices in the moment about how I want to carry past experiences so thank you for bringing us with you to this magnificent experience.<br />
Molly</p>
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		<title>By: Donetta</title>
		<link>http://hiroboga.com/blog/your-journey/what-we-choose-to-remember/comment-page-1/#comment-73</link>
		<dc:creator>Donetta</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2009 10:21:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your comment about the sounds vibrating deep within your chest moved me to tears. 

What a wonderful evening this must have been. 

I so enjoy your writing - for an all too brief moment I was there, sitting by your side.

Thank Hiro

D</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your comment about the sounds vibrating deep within your chest moved me to tears. </p>
<p>What a wonderful evening this must have been. </p>
<p>I so enjoy your writing &#8211; for an all too brief moment I was there, sitting by your side.</p>
<p>Thank Hiro</p>
<p>D</p>
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		<title>By: Painterofblue</title>
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		<dc:creator>Painterofblue</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 22:17:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is a beautiful post. I love what you said about sacred intent in the beginning. It&#039;s so clear how that sacred intent created a space for your experience. It&#039;s very instructive and inspiring as an artist to be reminded of the power of intention in creating a work. Thank you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is a beautiful post. I love what you said about sacred intent in the beginning. It&#8217;s so clear how that sacred intent created a space for your experience. It&#8217;s very instructive and inspiring as an artist to be reminded of the power of intention in creating a work. Thank you.</p>
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		<title>By: Hiro Boga</title>
		<link>http://hiroboga.com/blog/your-journey/what-we-choose-to-remember/comment-page-1/#comment-71</link>
		<dc:creator>Hiro Boga</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 19:25:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Grace, yes: memories are recollections of events and experiences that no longer exist. Yet they can hold enormous power, if only because we have so many stories and emotions attached to them. 

Once we let go of the stories and the emtional charge they carry, then memory doesn&#039;t disappear, but becomes purely energy. There&#039;s liberation in that release of the weight with which we freight memory.

But memory itself is an energy, and it can be trained and used to serve the Sacred--as the Tibetan monks do, for example.  

I&#039;d love to hear about some ways, in your own life, that memory serves your deeper purposes. Does it? Or is it just a mental construct?

Love to you and your beautiful heart,

Hiro

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hiro Boga´s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HiroBoga/~3/tglBhIdWETA/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;What I learned about the healing power of memory from a song and dance routine at my local theater. . .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Grace, yes: memories are recollections of events and experiences that no longer exist. Yet they can hold enormous power, if only because we have so many stories and emotions attached to them. </p>
<p>Once we let go of the stories and the emtional charge they carry, then memory doesn&#8217;t disappear, but becomes purely energy. There&#8217;s liberation in that release of the weight with which we freight memory.</p>
<p>But memory itself is an energy, and it can be trained and used to serve the Sacred&#8211;as the Tibetan monks do, for example.  </p>
<p>I&#8217;d love to hear about some ways, in your own life, that memory serves your deeper purposes. Does it? Or is it just a mental construct?</p>
<p>Love to you and your beautiful heart,</p>
<p>Hiro</p>
<p><abbr><em>Hiro Boga´s last blog post..<a href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HiroBoga/~3/tglBhIdWETA/" rel="nofollow">What I learned about the healing power of memory from a song and dance routine at my local theater. . .</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Hiro Boga</title>
		<link>http://hiroboga.com/blog/your-journey/what-we-choose-to-remember/comment-page-1/#comment-70</link>
		<dc:creator>Hiro Boga</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 19:17:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Christine, your art is such a deep expression of your own beautiful soul--it inspires and moves me in a really visceral way. It would be interesting to explore what happens when you release memories that impede your creativity, and lean into those that support and enhance it.

If you feel like it, please post a photo of your work that emerges out of this engagement with memory. I&#039;d love to see it.

Love, Hiro

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hiro Boga´s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HiroBoga/~3/tglBhIdWETA/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;What I learned about the healing power of memory from a song and dance routine at my local theater. . .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Christine, your art is such a deep expression of your own beautiful soul&#8211;it inspires and moves me in a really visceral way. It would be interesting to explore what happens when you release memories that impede your creativity, and lean into those that support and enhance it.</p>
<p>If you feel like it, please post a photo of your work that emerges out of this engagement with memory. I&#8217;d love to see it.</p>
<p>Love, Hiro</p>
<p><abbr><em>Hiro Boga´s last blog post..<a href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HiroBoga/~3/tglBhIdWETA/" rel="nofollow">What I learned about the healing power of memory from a song and dance routine at my local theater. . .</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Grace</title>
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		<dc:creator>Grace</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 16:22:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a beautiful evening!

Memories are interesting things, aren&#039;t they?  They aren&#039;t really real, of course - they can&#039;t be real, because the events are gone, done, over; memory exists &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; in this moment, and so it&#039;s only very tenuously, if at all, connected with what actually happened.  

And the emotional stickiness of memories can keep us trapped in places that are equally unreal, out of connection with what&#039;s going on &lt;em&gt;right now&lt;/em&gt;, here in front of us.

Letting go of that emotional content can feel strange, scary, but in the end it&#039;s amazingly liberating.

Thanks, Hiro.  I love the gentleness with which you write.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grace´s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SvahaConcepts/~3/qIgWpmiSXKc/whats-important&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;What’s important?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a beautiful evening!</p>
<p>Memories are interesting things, aren&#8217;t they?  They aren&#8217;t really real, of course &#8211; they can&#8217;t be real, because the events are gone, done, over; memory exists <em>now</em> in this moment, and so it&#8217;s only very tenuously, if at all, connected with what actually happened.  </p>
<p>And the emotional stickiness of memories can keep us trapped in places that are equally unreal, out of connection with what&#8217;s going on <em>right now</em>, here in front of us.</p>
<p>Letting go of that emotional content can feel strange, scary, but in the end it&#8217;s amazingly liberating.</p>
<p>Thanks, Hiro.  I love the gentleness with which you write.</p>
<p><abbr><em>Grace´s last blog post..<a href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SvahaConcepts/~3/qIgWpmiSXKc/whats-important" rel="nofollow">What’s important?</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Christine Martell</title>
		<link>http://hiroboga.com/blog/your-journey/what-we-choose-to-remember/comment-page-1/#comment-68</link>
		<dc:creator>Christine Martell</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 16:07:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hiro, 
I&#039;ll have to think about which memories I&#039;m carrying, but more importantly which ones am I holding that aren&#039;t so helpful any more. I think they are emerging when I allow myself to paint from my intuition. Symbols and patterns emerge that feel like they are coming from an encoding from somewhere else. 

How fortunate to see the Tibetans. I always find them to be heart opening and transformational. Reminding me of what is important.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christine Martell´s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.christinemartell.com/2009/04/two-years-of-blogging/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Two years of blogging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hiro,<br />
I&#8217;ll have to think about which memories I&#8217;m carrying, but more importantly which ones am I holding that aren&#8217;t so helpful any more. I think they are emerging when I allow myself to paint from my intuition. Symbols and patterns emerge that feel like they are coming from an encoding from somewhere else. </p>
<p>How fortunate to see the Tibetans. I always find them to be heart opening and transformational. Reminding me of what is important.</p>
<p><abbr><em>Christine Martell´s last blog post..<a href="http://www.christinemartell.com/2009/04/two-years-of-blogging/" rel="nofollow">Two years of blogging</a></em></abbr></p>
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