Dmitri Hvorostovsky: A Beautiful Baritone – Gone – Thousands of Times in My Mind

(Photo credit hvorostovsky.com)

I’ve listened to countless and repeated hours of Dmitri’s music recently that I hear his voice singing and music playing – when it’s not on.

I’ve studied his voice closely for hours and hours with great detail… throughout the years; his facial features changing in every way beyond belief, physical stance, gestures, general appearance, changing technique; resistance to change from classical art to unique styles, put pieces of his life together, and more – to his last performance at the Met – all beginning with his death.

If you’ve read anything about me – it’s very uncharacteristic of me do such a thing. Listening to anyone or anything deliberately – at , or for – any given length.

Most importantly: My dogs don’t cry!  Like when I searched The Three Tenors (Plácido Domingo, Luciano Pavarotti & José Carreras singing “Nessun Dorma” from “Turandot“, by Puccini); or Luciano Pavarotti singing “Stella“, from his last album “Ti Adoro“!

We got so sick of listening to that stuff. I was looking for something else, but had to stop.

Why?

Not only to stop one dog from crying, but Dmitri’s voice does not give me an instantaneous headache. His voice is soothing, relaxing, and calming for my dogs in unexpected situations when played unintentionally – then deliberately. He has an amazing effect on my pets! You catching my drift? We carry the sense.

I had never heard of this beautiful baritone of a man – until he died – November 22, 2017. Since then, I’ve not been able to get him off of my mind.

Why?

“Through lives lived by others, God will sometimes – remove nightmares – of things for which you once dreamed.”

-©2017 IM Infusion Musings

(Dmitri is only one life I’m willing to write about, and it’s been waiting – for WEEKS.)

Dmitri Hvorostovsky’s body was cremated, and his ashes were divided into two caskets.

“One of them will be buried at Moscow’s Novodevichy cemetery (the final resting place of the most outstanding art professionals, cultural personalities, scientists, politicians, and military people), and the other one in his home town of Krasnoyarsk, Eastern Siberia.”

-TASS Russian News Agency

You don’t have to like opera or understand Russian to learn something, OK? This is my own unique and creative technique.

Although his voice is truly one of the best I have heard, and many others agree. There’s a specific reason for me.

Dmitri and I have/had several things in common:

  • He had a worldly understanding and compassion for others;
  • WWII, nostalgia, and culture later became growing personal interests;
  • He cared about his parent’s wellbeing – each of us favor our dominant parent;
  • He valued his “old school” operatic classical training – I learned the secrets first-hand;
  • We both grew up listening to classical music – my Korean mother is very artistic musically, studied ballet, played classical piano in between WWII and the Korean War, etc.;
  • We were both forced to take piano lessons, and it destroyed any creative natural desire for it;
  • We both grew up to see to the world differently and yet the same – his through his Siberian grandmother, and mine through my Korean mother;
  • In an interview Dimitri revealed something I’ve been trying express – an ability to sense an awareness of people in the “atmosphere” – his was from an audience, while mine is in a room, via words spoken, or not – and written. It’s something “we can literally feel in the air” to know what’s going on.

He was a loner, and I knew one too well for decades – professionally trained in classic opera very much like him – dialects and all. Their lives appear to have operatic similarities that affected my life deeply.

This going to sound weird, but I was reared unknowingly – how NOT to hold grudges. It’s a tremendous personal benefit in the long run.

My Korean mother taught me to have compassion for those in communist countries too, by explaining it to me – as she watched the Olympics. She also explains the minutia of things she sees on TV, why she responds the way she does, her general observation of human behavioral patterns – everywhere – all throughout life, and over the years, etc.

She cheers for the Chinese, Japanese, and Russians in gymnastics as well as Americans and Koreans too.

Why?

Because she knows it will give them a better life if they win gold medals. They tend to leave home as children –  like Russians do – and train earnestly during precious years of their lives. Knowingly leaving families they love – and everyone – making great sacrifices, hoping for a better future and life.

My mother loved track and field all her life, so she cheers for Kenyans, Indonesians, Jamaicans, Nigerians and others; because she knows they train hard for a better life, and we both love to see them sprint with ease to the end!

Some places she and I aren’t so familiar with, because we are all a bit ignorant. Right? I live and LOVE to keep learning! Especially with my Korean mother – like Dmitri did with his Siberian grandmother about WWII.

Many countries seek to have winners, because someone always wants – money. Meanwhile others want fame, but rarely – does it end well that way.

(Some countries and people don’t call themselves communists anymore, but cultural habits are deeply rooted and really can’t be changed. Pain and suffering still remains.)

REMEMBER: Money is merely a medium of exchange!

See why a college degree doesn’t teach you everything?

Dmitri via an interview reportedly made a statement in 1998:

He has many Russian fans, but also detractors who accuse him of abandoning Russia for big bucks in the west. He is saddened by the current Russian music scene “state subsidies dried up after Perestroika, so there is much less activity” but he is excited about his first Russian tour this summer through Belorussia, the Baltic republics and the Ukraine.

It was also reported his beloved dad was unemployed as a chemical engineer, and received no money as a result. So Dmitri sent money home to his parents. Oddly, he didn’t speak much of his truly beautiful mother, like I don’t of my father – who genetically happens to set me apart like no other. (Dmitri looked almost identical to his father, with his features softened by his mother’s natural beauty.)

He recalled his grandmother very fondly. He stated that she reared him, because his parents were away from home working. It appears he repeated that lifestyle of his parents, and lived his father’s dreams of singing baritone professionally.

A face-to-face interview on YouTube made it clear that his dad was his mentor, but he did not compliment or encourage him. He had one recollection where he could possibly remove a shadow of doubt, but it didn’t appear as though he could truly “feel” it, and would have appreciated the encouragement and support.

Personally?

I believe it’s what I’ve always called the “lightening rod” to success… for those  lacking parental encouragement and support, but who are driven and motivated by at least one of them. I’ve called my Korean mother a “lightening rod” to me – all my life.

-©2017 IM Infusion Musings

Dmitri Hvorostovsky sure gave support and encouragement out – to many others!  He was a gentlemen in public, and very complimentary of women singing next to, or with him. [His art played out? (i.e., operas, videos, etc.) Not so much.] Hopefully his second wife may have appreciated him as she once occasionally sang professionally with him.

(I can’t listen to professional operatic sopranos either. Stick my head under a car hood and slam it – then blow the horn! My hearing is ultra sensitive, and higher pitches are known to go with hearing loss.)

I’ve never really listened to Russian. God knows now, I wish I’d wake up one morning at least understanding it, but you really do not need to understand what Как Молоды мы Были meansto be deeply moved – by Dmitri Hvorostovsky.

This might require an appreciation for “beautiful music” or an interest in developing one.

Listen closely, very closely – regardless if there is a language barrier. In fact, the result lies in the overall affectit” ultimately has on you.

Here is the full version preset, followed by a standing ovation:

I allowed myself to experience the entirety of his presence, be moved as “he” intended with the words – his voice – him; as the main perfect instrument, with the many professional musicians playing beautifully in the background. Now, take a moment to grasp all that completely… please.

Then I came to my senses and realized,

“Wow… he REALLY was good. I’ve always loved baritone… oh, the memories. I can totally tolerate his voice, and his looks. I didn’t understand a word he said, and I was moved to tears like the audience too. I love beautiful, perfectly pitched music, but not operas per se.”

Then I got curious!

NOT about the words, but about Dmitri Hvorostovsky.

Who was this extremely innately gifted, talented, diligent, focused, persistent, disciplined, tenacious, artist, and seemingly too perfectly packaged – performer – a master manipulator of millions of people?

Why did I call him that?

Because I was married to a professionally trained classical opera singer – whose instructor’s hope – was, that his tenor would someday sing at the Metropolitan Opera House.

Before we proceed, I have questions. If you listened closely to the video at least once, twice, or more (like me) – did it move you emotionally? Are you curious to know what he’s singing about?  Would you like to know why he moved both an older man and woman to cry?

Dmitri did more than sing beautifully naturally, after many hours of practice, vocalizing, and pampering his vocal cords. He did far more than read the music, which CAN move the novice listener by technique only. He always had what I call “foresight” and went much deeper into the art of his musical instrument – himself.

He touched the hearts of older people, by touching their past – by singing – “How Young We Were“. Dimitri was performing To Russia with Love in St. Petersburg, Russia. The song has deep meaning in the words touching lives of WWII, with romance and his ability to express tenderness; therefore touching the lives of anyone – worldwide.

Dmitri knew – he saw it.

Kak Molody My Byli - Translated to English by ©IM Infusion Musings

(Much later, when I found the version of this video I realized his parents are in the audience. So I switched out the videos in case anyone was curious and missed seeing them. You can find them at 33:39 proudly applauding their son. It also explains his emotions while singing this version. I’ve compared it to others to find out “why”.)

He admitted knowing his ability to move the audience speaking in an interview with the Russian Times. He lived it through his grandmother’s life. Singing those songs were very emotional for him. He took that emotion, challenged himself, and attempted to transfer it seamlessly to his other performances.

When you want to cry deep down inside – what happens? You get choked up, your throat constricts, and everything is ready to DRIP. He temporarily controlled ALL that, and so much more… including the hearts of others.

I share the same love he had for older people. It took me back to WWII through my Korean mother, and lead me back my next door neighbor who was really more like my grandmother, who was born in 1900. The same year my Korean mother’s mother was born too. (Yes, that would make her my grandmother. She did not live to see my mother get married, and move to United States of America. I don’t give personal attributes to those whom I did not know.)

Dmitri literally visualized his life as a winner, knowing his voice would get him there, and knowing how he looked physically.

A casual reader is probably not aware of this… classic opera singers are trained to be – arrogant – and to share a stage is considered a “diss”.

Try living with a male with a naturally smooth voice, trained in classic operatic art, personally self-righteous, with a re-enforced, groomed attitude, self-focused ego, and his was stroked by millions of people like this back in 09 Apr 2002,

He’s no snob, though, and says he admires the Three Tenors. Nevertheless, he’s distressed that the most famous opera singer in America is Andrea Bocelli. “That’s like saying the best cuisine in the world is chewing gum.

“His version of cross-over is a fabulously nostalgic album of Neapolitan favourites called Passione di Napoli in which he sounds like a lost son of Caruso, singing such chestnuts as O sole mio. “It sounds crazy, but perhaps because my wife is Italian I don’t sound so Siberian. I also studied the dialect, which even Italian singers often don’t bother to do. It was a project which made me very happy, and I will probably do some of this material as encores in my upcoming recitals.”

Emphasis mine. (That’s a sharp tongue!)

That’s how professional opera singing is trained. The singer IS THE INSTRUMENT. They can be ultra critical of others, because they are the perfect instrument. Make sense?

Be aware (two separate words) this “attitude” is poisonous to the person living it. How much ‘higher’, or narrow-minded can a human being get into oneself? It’s very blinding, deafening, and shallow.

He was born a competitor. He enjoyed soccer, swimming, took fencing, and when younger he liked boxing, and mentioned something about fighting a couple a times. Later, he was speaking in another interview stating he was really “strong”, and talked about working out.

How does a fighter win a competition? Self-confidence and intimidation. It’s also one-on-one. Right?

Trying living with a loner with a personality like that, who has a bad “habit” or two. In Dmitri’s case it was the same as his grandfather’s – alcohol – vodka! But of course – it was reported, because he was Russian.

When his first marriage broke up it is reported that it was due to his behavior. Here’s the sequence of his career. Beginning with the DailyMail UK in 2009:

When he was named Cardiff Singer of the World in 1989 she gave up her ballet career to follow him around the international opera circuit. They married in 1989 and moved to London in 1994, where their boys were born in 1996. She has a daughter from a prior relationship.

Then in 1998 it was reported by La Scena Musicale:

But, as I found out during an interview last February, Hvorostovsky is more than just another “barihunk.” He is a serious artist struggling to balance artistic and commercial pressures at “a very difficult time for classical music,” he said “when even excellent musicians are being dropped by record companies.”

Dmitri admits he had issues with anger and culture in an interview with NY Magazine:

Is it true that when you first left, you felt ashamed of being Russian?
I was ashamed to see my compatriots overseas—you can sense them from a distance. Most of them were very lost, unnatural, ignorant. Or I thought so. Obviously, I was mistaken. I was very rude—first of all, to myself. I shouldn’t have been ashamed, but the circumstances were mostly against me to start with. You go to the airports, you stick your Russian passport out at an official, and he treats you like a piece of s**t. It wasn’t fun.

But you sing a lot of Russian music now—you’ve embraced it, even made a CD of Soviet popular songs. What changed?
Well, first of all, I’ve gotten an English passport [laughs]. Also, I’ve grown up. Everything came to me so suddenly, I was absolutely unprepared to deal with it.

I heard about an incident when you thought someone was booing you, and he turned out to be developmentally disabled.
That was in Milan. He was trying to shout “bis!”—“encore” in Italian. I was going to go after him. My wife went directly to the stage to stop me. She said, “Dima, he is disabled—he’s praising you.” She managed to calm me down. She saved my reputation. I was absolutely in a state of madness, totally berserk. It was the second or third encore; I was incredibly tired and overwhelmed—pure nerves. You know, when you’ve reached the climax of your performance, you become very, very vulnerable. Thank God she was around, otherwise absolutely ridiculous things could’ve happened to my career.

But you must have encountered booing before. Is it a matter of ego?
No, but I’m self-critical. When you open your heart and your soul, if someone boos you, it hurts you to death.

I’ve got a question or two, now.

  • Has any human being ever been shouted, or yelled at by male at home… when – the – door – closes? (i.e., husband, dad, etc…)
  • Has any human being ever been shouted, or yelled at by a male at home… when – the – door – closes… and he’s a trained classical opera singer?
  • Has any human being ever been shouted, or yelled at incessantly – by a male at home… when – the – door – closes… and he’s a trained classical opera singer, filled with rage, because he can’t handle his emotions, thoughts, and personal life of really evil choices… he takes it out on who first?  Typically, his wife.

What is his first wife’s name? Do you remember her? Do you remember his second wife? The one he married right after he left the first, and stopped drinking at the same time. Did you realize he smoked cigarettes too? Both VERY destructive vices to that perfect instrument, and delicate vocal cords.

He was SO incredibly naturally gifted. Few are like him, but there is/are ALWAYS two sides to one coin.

Dmitri made a good decision to leave his first wife – like a man, and not destroy everything around him – like an irresponsible immature coward. He really was compassionate, and expressed his emotions artistically through his perfect instrument – himself.

Dmitri Hvorostovsky was a sensitive man on many levels. He was flawed personally too. We all are.

Some happen to be more flawed than others, neglected, and told to aim low – never able experience the beauty of anything while here on this earth. People like that wear a mask – making life miserable for themselves and others.

Thankfully, not Dmitri.

He didn’t stop pursuing his dreams that began as child. Strangely, nobody ever called him a prodigy, they appeared to question his confidence repeatedly. (Not here, it’s an after thought.)

In an interview with Bay Area News Group, August 29, 2008:

Becoming even more serious and intense, he expressed his feelings that it is important not to just rest on one’s laurels, but to remain open to new experiences.

“Everything in my career seems to happen just at the right time,” he said. “A few years back, Constantine Orbelian, the conductor of the Moscow Chamber Orchestra, suggested that we collaborate to perform and record some of the famous ballads popular in Russia during World War II. At first, I was not interested — but I finally consented to give it a try.”

The results have been astonishing. “I have to say, with full feeling, that almost every family in Russia suffered terrors, deaths and losses during WWII. After millions viewed them on television, in person, or during our tours through Russia and the West, there seemed to be a new wave of patriotism and gratitude. The music helped people remember what they and others had gone through.”

And, sounding more like a mature humanitarian than a matinee idol, he added, “As long as the people have memories of the past, they will have a future.”

Dmitri Hvorostovsky loved his country, but had no plans of living in Russia again – ever – in his life. He was able to restore hearts devastated by WWII, and bring back some pride to his homeland. Here he is singing proudly in Moscow, and VERY much welcomed in Red Square.

You can see the pride in the eyes of the listeners, their clothing, everything – everywhere. I learned so much more about human beings while researching this outstandingly gifted man.

Bitterness and hatred exist in one’s own heart, and pours out one’s own mouth. Be careful of what you say. (I am equally as guilty.) Just because a country does one thing, in history, or it was told you one way… remember – everyone has suffered, is suffering, or will suffer at some point in life.

Like:  hopes dashed, abandonment, failures, neglect, violence witnessed or experienced, rejection, natural disasters, time that seemed wasted, harsh words spoken, death threats, personal loss, hearts broken, betrayal, sexual assault, physical abuse, any kind of personal trauma, forced isolation, starvation – people want a fast cure – take a drink, drink some wine, shoot up heroin, see a therapist, go back to prison, seek institution, act out on fantasies, get on disability, join a gang, a movement, have a hero, rob someone, achieve fame, repeat a routine repeatedly, vacuum constantly, unplug every appliance and go back to check, exhibit hostility, seduce another, drive to different fast food chains and throw away the “evidence”, sexually assault someone, hoard things, get something for doing NOTHING… then complain, sabotage the joy of another, and ultimately blame others for personal deviant choices made.

It’s all a thematic cycle. Wouldn’t you like out?

Dmitri kept pushing himself, with others pulling him in different directions. He literally aged inside and out rapidly. Somewhere deep within… I wonder how he did it.

Why?

One typically does not kick out an addictive behavior or two, without replacing it. I did WAY more research than you can imagine, and for MANY more reasons than you think.

This final piece is only my favorite because he’s fully engaged as he’s singing with Lara Fabian (elsewhere he appears indifferent).

It’s recorded on Russian TV in 2016 as they sing splendidly in French. Dmitri knew he had cancer, but like those he admired he limited his engagements, gathered with “friends” to perform, and sang passionately using all his strength – knowingly – to the end.

It’s ALL visible. You can see it in his throat, and especially in his eyes. It’s as if he took in the essence of audience, prepared himself for Lara, and emotions began flowing as soon she began singing. (Did you realize they have to control their salivary glands too?)

Dmitri was expressing his personal sadness as he sang in his beloved country Russia. Very casually, and within a matter of seconds toward the end, he literally does something “out of character”, or “out of the ordinary” for him – seamlessly, as a professional.

It takes a very keen eye to catch it. Lara did it first, then she did something else, he responded in turn, and got in too deep.

So he distracts himself.

Toi et Moi” means “You and Me“:

(I found the full video much later. Only to realize, Dmitri appeared to be a guest at her concert. Then I noticed how he elevated the quality and professionalism by stepping onto the stage. He dominated the auditorium, and lifted Lara’s performance up so much higher and garnered her respect. They’ve sung together several times, so they’ve got a bond. It’s only a guess, but I believe more strongly now – he knew.)

This is the culmination of my dream. Right there in the video not knowing the words, until days or weeks later  – in Dmitri Hvorostovsky’s reality – and in my life… decades later.

I offered twice as an encouraging and supportive wife to pursue the Met with him, plus recommended he sing baritone.

Why?

Because he had a very near perfectly pitch, beautifully natural wide range, a perfect instrument just like Dmitri, and there were already three top tenors. I had never heard of a baritone, and always seek a different path. It’s a sense I have to blaze a new trail. Plus, tenors aren’t my first choice, nor do I like operas per se.

He refused.

That was all I needed. He made it clear once, politely that he knew I could sing, but I never told him I had a dream – about anything. I just set goals, pursued, accomplished them, and did more creative things. Sometimes it’s better not to talk to certain human beings for decades, or ever about your dreams.

There were a few other exceptions. He only had one emotion, no positive imagination, and no foresight. I fixed his outer appearance by sculpting his face with facial hair and suggested he gradually and nearly shave his head.

He was visibly tall (unlike Dmitri), naturally and unusually strong, with other incredible talents he easily fell back on and appearing to love. Something was wrong there too. He only excelled while I was by his side cultivating his passion, or so it seemed.

Like Dmitri, he wasn’t American, but always sloughed that off. The last and only words he ever spoke to me with – any – and the greatest passion, weren’t in American English – as he had seemingly casually spoken – for decades.

He leaned over, and looked at me straight in the eyes – like never before… just as he was abandoning me, again. As he had done repeatedly.

As I stood there waiting for him to leave, and unexpectedly… with every bit of emotion – he spoke directly from his heart – the most evil words straight to my face – RIGHT into a tape recorder TOO!

Thank God for great advice!

Did he really think I was – at the very least – equally and vapidly vacuous?
(It still makes my heart pound.)

He yelled at me daily/nightly for a solid year, and began hurting me physically. Probably because I remained so imperturbable (calm)… in front of him. He had this problem with talking incessantly, and the truth tends to come out. He literally told me once that he yelled at me to intimidate me. So what did I do?

I got a TIGHTER grip on my own self, and began exploring my own creativity while working with him jointly, but he never was quite “with” me. He faked life until he lost control…

I recorded every word spoken, took photos and videos of bruises, house ransacked, emails I had written in fear for my life, and pieced it together patiently. He tried everything to rattle me, he couldn’t see it – others did, but everyone at CHURCH – had no idea it was HIM!

He donned suit and tie, singing behind a pulpit – yep! Duping an entire congregation for years, different religions, and repeatedly slithered back in like a snake for more, when the church administration had to make new rules just to stop his singing – for his “sexual indiscretions” – or the administration changed.

They didn’t know he was a merely a performer, a serial adulterer, and came dangerously close to killing me – TWICE! Actually more than twice. That makes his domestic violence – domestic assault, and it has been recorded legally four times on each level. (i.e., city, county, state, federal, etc.)

After the first two serious episodes that traumatized me. He told me, that he honestly didn’t “know what stopped” him. I knew he was telling me the truth because he was telling me WAY, WAY too much detail that NO human being with a speck of sanity should ever UTTER!

None of his filthy words of betrayal and debauchery will ever escape me. He didn’t smoke, do drugs or drink alcohol either. That was in 2004. I had nowhere to go, my back was broken and a major invasive surgery scheduled.

Predators attack the weakest prey, and he enjoyed gloating at his ability to physically overpower me.

(He was damaging and dangerously funny, with his quick-wit, and bigotry. Nobody ever saw his stealthy words flying in their faces, hearts, and backs – not even me, my mother and father. Until ONE day – I slowly WOKE up! Over the decades only person ever snagged him legally for his words.)

Believe it or not, I am truly forgiving, and forgave him. I did not handle it well, because I had no idea how. Eleven years into the marriage, and for eight he was endangering my life. Until threatened with blackmail.

His biggest mistake? He talked to MY Korean mother, and lied to her about me. I sensed I was losing my own mother.

Remember: I AM HER daughter, and special child. PERIOD!

(I gradually turned the tables on him. She finally heard my danger, and I took photos where he left a big chip in the old, hard plaster wall with a little plastic phone.)

We’d been to so much marriage counseling. The counselors always looked at HIM, targeting his anger, and one went as far to inviting herself to our house – at Christmas! She WANTED to meet his parents. No kidding!

After what I’d experienced with them, with horrifying trepidation – I forbade it politely. I knew the origin of everything, because I had witnessed it all – firsthand. In my own home too. (It’s a learned behavior.)

My health spiraled. Something was still wrong, but I could not put my finger on it! I learned how to gain control of my body slowly, but my mind was constantly – LIT, much too aware, and on fire!

(I figured out! Years later, and that’s why I am here.)

All I knew was – something was going to happen.

(Still waters run very deep.) I wait, pray, listen, and observe patiently… and keep waiting. Even for years.

I learned watching Dmitri’s interview that he knew how he moved people and observed others who suffered, just like in the video above – deep down inside – we know.

There never was, or would be – a “You and Me“.

Dmitri Toi et Moi Translated ©IM Infusion Musings

Allow yourself to grieve whatever, or whomever you have lost, or never had – never knew – but now know better, or never really needed.

Then relax. Enjoy YOUR calm.

Dmitri Hvorostovsky realized my dream – it’s over on earth – for him, and now me.

Life is beginning again for me! Finding this man was a gift from God! My nightmares have returned to dreams again. I began dreaming before I ever saw him, but now instead of being haunted, and waking up talking – I’ve caught myself waking up smiling repeatedly. My dogs are shocked I’m singing again too!

After I wake up, somewhere – as if in the distance, I gradually I hear him faintly singing – words I still don’t know, and the music playing perfectly. Maybe that’s why I like him – I can’t understand him, but I know the theme of the music to which I’m drawn. THEN I look it up!

One final word.

I researched a lot and studied Dmitri in various ways repeatedly, while also allowing myself to freely enjoy him. (I can turn all “that” – on and off within – to observe intently.)

Not once did I hear, Dmitri Hvorostovsky ever mention God, or prayers to his well wishers, and he stumbled with his expressions of appreciation, for ‘thoughts’, and on the word ‘vibes’ the few times I heard him saying that he was feeling better.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t leave with this,

“For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.”

1 John 2:16 (KJV)

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©IM Infusion Musings a casual peer level life coach, with an extensive professional business background too. My style is to guide and write to you impromptu, personally, and help you smile. I’ve been known for years to make the really tough stuff in life – clear; lift burdens, and help make life appear more simple – or less complex – to understand.

Understanding yourself brings you a sense peace.

Why?

(Still waters run very deep.)

Born in Petri dish of incredible, unimaginable, diversity helps tremendously with inherently understanding and sensing, interwoven intricacies in communications, and in the most difficult relationships. (Including the one with your “self”.)

My Korean mother reared me as child to think globally and about others first, founded upon a culture of respect. It’s definitely flawed culturally for women around the world. It’s also a common theme that’s WAY out of balance.

 

Thank you Automattic, for teaching me how your organization runs its business. Now with the new upgrade I can sense what else is going on, and know now more technically with the “history” as of December 15, 2017. I’ve learned so much very quickly here.

It’s been great!

Ever see the movie “Pretty Woman” in 1990? No need, here’s the best quote.

Big mistake. Big! Huge!

Put this on a resume, fit this ability in “box”, it’s founded on global awareness, education, business experience, more, and the Grace of God.