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Hayley Coleman
Bio
Female creative from Liverpool England.
Stories (7/0)
Give it a rest.
In an 2003 interview, Director Hayao Miyazaki defined what he believed the concept of “ma” to be. The Kenji sign for the word translates as room, space or pause; but in his own words Hayao describes it as “(intentional) emptiness, If you have non-stop action with no breathing space at all, it is just busyness. Instead of every movement being dictated by the story, sometimes people will just sit for a moment and be. In his movie Spirited Away, there is a famous train scene where the main characters sit for two minutes and nothing important happens. No dialogue, no action or character development, just a moment of reflection. This moment, the space in-between the busyness, is “ma”
By Hayley Coleman2 years ago in Motivation
Growing Pains
Who can really decide the perils of injustice or justice, the guilty vs the innocent. Does one size fit all or are sins subjective. Do the laws that proclaim our nation's tell the truth; With some countries stoning to death, legally, for having sex out of wedlock and other Government leaders creating laws that has led to mass genocide of its own people. The self proclaimed judges of the land, if any trial is held at all, sign the death certificates and the witnesses “Hail Republic”, willingly or not. Is there justice in the eyes of a loving Mother who must condemn her child.Can we ever speak of love and justice as the same. How about God’s justice, although many do in his name, what if judgement day is real and we do meet our maker of kind. Would we get what we give or will compassion prevail. Maybe judgement is just in the minds of our self and we alone, bear the weight of our own doings.
By Hayley Coleman3 years ago in Families
What would Love smell like?
It is the smell that hits you first. It penetrates the air, making it thicker and fuller. The fragrance is sweet, as though blood has been drawn. But this rich smell isn’t blood, it is sweat. The odor of Human sweat when it is dripping in fear. Our scent is our calling to all other animals. Right now, I am the Lion and although I do not eat my victims; they satisfy my appetite. My dinner this evening exhaust himself with pleas of a different fate. I make no mistake in thinking I am God. However I am aware, believer or not; I am one of His messengers. So my fate is as set as this Gentleman.
By Hayley Coleman3 years ago in Humans
Friday night fever
I have always been a crowd pleaser, a little something for all. Firstly, I was part of different families but over time I became my own. You could say I am second in the World, after her. At times we are compared and although we have our similarities, I am diverse and full of flavour. My taste is beautifully balanced. Home for me is warm climates and acres of lush green rolling hills. My Daddy always knew I would travel. His little black bird. My big Oak Tree. I may be young but I was born for this.
By Hayley Coleman3 years ago in Humans