TAO FOR TWO WORKSHOP on Valentine's Day

WORKSHOP based upon the book "TAO FOR TWO" available HERE

WHEN: Tuesday, February 14, 2017 at 5 p.m.

WHERE: Hollywood Beach Theatre in Hollywood, Florida.

Love Coach & Life Quotes

I've been running some Partner Yoga Workshops for a while now. Everytime I come across with people asking me about the most recent book I wrote, Yoga Para Casais (Couple Yoga or Yoga For Two) based upon a book I published in 2004, The DAO Workbook Illustrated, I stop and listen very carefully what they are actually saying to ponder upon what's going on and I kindly present them with some techniques that I created that may rekindle that flame once lost and that seemed to be gone forever. I was at a birthday party four days ago when someone said about a married couple, "Everyone thought that they were a perfect match. They looked so great together. Then they split and it was all for a big surprise, to all who knew them. I wish they had come to you before that happened." Yes, they might have been given a chance. But like the saying, "It takes two to tango!" If they didn't think about trying something different, something new to renew their vows, then there was not even the slightest chance that their marriage could ever work out. Not even with the finest workout!

Dao Workbook in Spanish Version

Relationships are never easy. And dealing with the matters of the heart sounds even more difficult in our modern days. But what I most hear people saying and complaining about is that lack of connection between their loved ones, their soulmates It's like they have lost touch with themselves, what to say with others. And it sounds silly and almost incredible that in the age of technology, with so much in hand for us to connect with each other, we have lost that sense of real connection. Thus I created a method which I named DAO, as the way in between, where two souls meet in full grace. I am planning to extend my course and that it will be spread all over the world. My life mission is to see people enjoying life and embracing their own selves with much joy and creativity. So let's start with yourself. Did you embrace yourself today?

A good sense of humour is essential to keep up and keep light in a healthy relationship. Most of all have fun with each other.
Namaste as the divine being in me sautes the divine being in you. And I bow to you.
Ana Bowlova

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My Interview with J.S. Danielle

Hi there! This is my first interview here with someone who is there in flesh and blood and I'm glad you are up to it. Let's start by answering a few common questions:

Me: What's your real name or if you only use a pen name, what is it?

J.S.: My pen name is J.S. Danielle.

Me: I see, The initials J.S. sound pretty fantastic and there is great mystique attached to that. You use just a pen name so that would you find it any easier to write and express your feelings? Or it is just the same as when you are using your real name?

J.S.: I am one in the same. Initially it was about who I would be representing when I released my novels, more so than myself as an individual. However I felt, my family supports me.

Me: That's so great! I see that you write erotica. Is that the only genre you write or you are willing to try new venues?

J.S.: I would try new venues, if another one came to me as naturally as erotica does. My novels, albeit mostly erotic, involve varying spectrums of the different venues.

Me: Why and when did you decide to write erotica and/or romance books?

J.S.: Why? It's what comes naturally to me. I am a sexually-charged female in her 40s! I decided around 2007, after my divorce to write shorts about all the things I was missing from my marriage and put them into my active, sexless imagination.

Me: You did it so well. And that brings me to my next question: Is there something that you regret of not doing? And if so, what would that be?

J.S.: I regret not starting to write sooner.

Me: What a perfect answer. But now you are more mature to stir up your creative juice in just the right temperature. Just looking at your book covers I can feel the heat. That just gave me the chills down my spine..

Me: Do you put yourself on your writing? I mean, literally, your life passing through like a movie as you write your novels?

J.S.:(Not shyly smiling) Yes. I do.

Me: You've got these two novels already for your series. Do you have any plans to keep the pace and write a couple of more, or are you giving up and changing to other ideas?

J.S.: I have ideas for several (at least three more) in this current series and a branch off for another series.

Me: And last but not least, if you could only say one word about your writing style what would that be?

J.S.: Intense

Me: And I wouldn't think of any better word to describe you.

Thanks so much for chatting with me and giving me the opportunity to highlight your work.
Ah, and just one more thing before you go: "Just Simply" Keep Shinning!

J.S. Danielle on Facebook, Twitter, Website, Blog.

Celebrating Life

This morning my granny died at age 96. She was at the hospital and I made her promise me that she would be there (hopefully not at the hospital) to spend her 97th birthday with me in the beginning of this year. She first said yes, then she stopped and looked up saying, "It depends on the one who's up there...He's the only one who knows when our time is up!" She had such a peaceful smile, she was so lucid her whole life through. Portuguese-born, and very proud indeed of her roots, she chose though Brazil as her primary home, and she wouldn't change her life for nothing. A tremendous pianist and needlewoman (she made the most beautiful cloths and garments in crochet and tricot for my sister and I during our childhood), she just so lived her life so fully, and she did not only teach her sons and daughter piano lessons but most appropriately she chose to leave a legacy about love for we could see the reflection of all that affection on the way they treated her. Or she wouldn't have survived for that long, with not for the loving care they gave back to her. Such a celebration of life, she was still weaving and knitting and teaching. Her last pupil was my mother who just told me, "And I didn't show the towel I just finished for her." The afternoons I spent at her house, all the conversations we had about deep meanings, about life, about relationships, about love, ABOUT RESPECT. But most importantly it was when I held her hand at the hospital and kissed it for the first time that I could realize how much she meant to me and above all of the big lessons she taught without even saying a word. For it was in that moment that I saw that no matter what we do in our lives, in the end it is love that is basically left to us. What makes our life worth living are those cherishing moments, they stay forever, more than words, they are the actions, a simple gesture that is so meaningful and filled with symbolic healing. I write these words with my eyes half-covered in tears, for I know I'm more useful when I pour my emotions down with no restrain, while still able to discern what I am saying. She has always brought me a smile, and I will treasure the moments we spent together forever in my heart. Her sweet laughter and Portuguese accent, something that she never lost over the years, will remain in my memories, as much as her devoted soul. She was the one who stayed there with me all so vigilant and waiting patiently for my recovery when I was at the hospital on my sweet sixteen battling between life and death. Although she never mentioned that, her indeniable love and sacrifices towards me were so uplifting and moving that there were never enough words to describe what she meant to me. So we simply smiled at each other like two complacent souls.

I don't even need to mention what we so commonly wish for a soul who just departed! "Rest In Peace" or to write an anacronysm such as "RIP", for I know she's been resting in peace her whole life through by the way she lived in peace in spite of any turmoil that would rise around her. And I will take her forever with me, for she was the one carrying me around when I was the one who could not walk then. She showed me the way with gestures, not only words. And I'm the one following her steps in heavenly garments. I will always remember her sweetest laughter when on the phone each time I called her and by every year on her birthday, and her tender smile will be engraved in my heart for good.

I love you,
Granny!

Fairy of Winter

She danced just like a cat, and just like a bird
She flew as if it was her first flight out of a nest.
She imitated a leaf falling from the tree and heard
Music applauding and so excited he vibrated at last.

Music shouted excited. Dance could only feel pride.
He said the Art of Dance was for him a fairy tale.
Music then asked Dance, while she cried and sighed,
Why she didn't perform for an audience or in a fable.

So Dance told Music the story of her disgusts,
When she tried in vain to move freely as the wind.
She ran and fell, and finally said, “Fly I must!”
Dance wanted to perform subtly from her own mind.

Music then came up with an idea to share.
He stared at Dance and tried to make a deal:
While he taught Dance the secrets of the air
Dance would move and take his soul for real.

Music came like a gentle breeze and without fear
Dance let him enter in her heart and there to thrive.
Music instantly immersed deep inside of her ears.
And it was there that he spent the rest of their lives.

And now Music and Dance have a body and a soul.
Music can Dance, Dance can dream of a symphony.
All they went through made true for their goal
was to have all things living in such harmony.

The source of all ideas as they stand
In Dance and Music should be the same.
So they can walk together hand in hand
Creating possibilities as the main aim.

It is time to face the music,
And learn to listen to the whispers of the air.
This way we can move within the cosmic,
In a starry, enriched life so full of flair.
("When Dance Fell in Love with Music" and "Sea Sons- Rhymes & Songs", a book of tales and rhymes and illustrations with watercolours by Ana Claudia Antunes (available on Amazon).

"Winter Fairy" (Leg-ally Filed)

from the Ballet "Sea Sons" performed and choreographed by Ana Bowlova

Sunrise over Andes

Heaven is thine
Embrace what's mine
As I cannot give a flower
Vividly there to shine.
Entice the kiss as shadows of a bliss
Never ending the sunshine of ours.

Love frees us of all pain,
Or that one may restrain.
Vicious circle that ever widens without end.
Essentially a glorious manifestation we befriend.

Love with no boundaries and no restraint,
Or it makes one saint, or the other faint;
Vows the sweetest face, the tenderest embrace,
Each bringing the sun to place in such grace.

Sometimes the snow comes down in June again.
Or also it's the sun that goes round a blue mountain.
Under the sun nature comes to life this very morning
Little birds sing, busy bees and drivers are horning.

The sun rising over the Andes makes me meditate
Over the place we are, in our Earth current state.
On how we can create more harmony with violet light
Letting Love vibration surround us into a deep insight.

HEAVEN LOVE, LOVE: SOUL TOOL - Acrostic by Ana Claudia nTunes

Celebrating Years of Work

I've just got the news that "Life is Too Short..." is going to be released in April by Devine Destinies. And I'm simply dazzled by the cover of my new book created by Angie Waters (http://www.millenniumpromotion.com):


This book is about past lives experiences, about the future, but most importantly about the precious moment that is NOW.

For over twenty years I've been directed to play so many roles it was virtually impossible to keep track of them all. Until last year when I got my own camera and found out that to be on the other side is much more amusing... it's even more fun if you can manage to be in both ways (and at the same time:)

L'amour que je ressente pour l'Art
me fait chanter comme un oiseau qui part
a voler dans les abimes du ciel bleu
l'oiseau qui veux vivre
livre
a chanter tout autour...
L'Amour!

Ocean: The Book of Life

Love lives beyond time and space in grace,
Incessantly breathing in a vast embrace.
Like the fifth element, and as ethereal
It inhabits our souls everlasting, immaterial.
The ocean can not be contained in a bowl.
Hence it can only be viewed as sole whole. Ana Bowlova

Carmen, a Gipsy Passion

Last night I went to see the Opera "Carmen" from Bizet in the Plaza La Paz ("Peace") which most resembles the Coliseum in Seville, with its Roman arcs and giant sculptures, on a night where many were rather trembling in fear of the "Day of the Combatant" which is supposedly followed by violent acts and manifestations of the most irrational ones, leaving this day as the Day of the Delinquents, not combatants. But the only act that we actually witnessed to be violent was the final one, when Carmen's lover inserts a knife on her back and she dies. There, I already told you the end. I didn't want to be a spoiler, but it was already written in her name. Carmen comes from "Carma" which means Fate, a destiny, or more specifically a deed from the acts one committed, i.e. cause/effect into action. Although I think we must fear more the intra-family violence then any other manifestation because it comes from a place of power. And that's when I think of the manifestations that are now in Tibet. They weren't supposed to be violent, since the Dalai Lama, himself a Nobel Prize of Peace, has to be such a noble price for peace, when he represents the non-violence manifestation and yet he's in the epicentre (doesn't matter how much he says he doesn't support the violence of his people) of that same violence he so much fought to avert. But when we arrive to a place where negotiations cannot be done verbally, it's when we must not fear but act (with no violence, of course) and that's why it hurts so much to see so many violent acts being done to people who should supposedly be living in freedom and in peace. And I mean that to all of us. When a simple act turns into violence? It's when we cannot wear the other's shoe, when we disagree with the other's position in the world, and that's when it's vital to communicate. And that is what I am afraid the people from Tibet were lacking of: Dia-log, which comes from the Latin word "dia" meaning "two" who log, talk to each other also dialogue means "words across," i.e., spoken with someone else. Enough of being silent monks. Forget about the three "no see, no hear, no talk" monkeys. Let's speak up. We have no idea of what they've been dealing with every day. It's rather ironic that in a modern world like ours, where communication is the first priority, there seems to have so little of that. It's time to open up and speak from the heart, from the Art, and I mean from the non-violence act of standing up, resolve the conflicts by facing each other's eyes, not from above or below, but as equal, not out of fear but from a place in the heart where love resides. There we may end up all the conflicts in a huge embrace. And now I just visualize the entire planet receiving that affectionate love:)(Here below brief moments captured by my old camera from last night gala open to all public)