Realized i have not put up any of my door pictures of late… so, cheers, to the WP door fanatics… and quote gurus.
MFA Boston Pooh exhibit through 1/6/2019
“And by and by Christopher Robin came to the end of things, and he was silent, and he sat there, looking out over the world, just wishing it wouldn’t stop.” -A.A. Milne The House at Pooh Corner
Spring Brook Farms Littleton MA
“I am sure there is Magic in everything, only we have not sense enough to get hold of it and make it do things for us”
-Frances Hodgson Burnett The Secret Garden
Fruitlands Museum cellar door
“The claim that cellar door is beautiful to the ear — in opposition to its prosaic meaning — has been made by and attributed to a wide variety of writers over the years.” New York Times Magazine (click to read the fascinating article.)
Fruitlands Museum
“Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth.” N. Scott Momoday
Philosophy Through Photography a beautiful blog, you should check out, had invited me to participate in a three-day lyrics challenge… which i am completing in one day.
Who doesn’t like music, right? so… i willingly, without so much as a struggle, played along and saved songs from neglect… and resurrected words, so good… healing to me and my soul!! Hopefully you too?
The band Yes is not played on the radio much anymore but is a favorite of my husbands… and now me too!
I will not share all the lyrics… some are embedded in the videos shared…
The Starship Trooper lyrics by Yes… oh my! Yes! Click the link to read them.
So? Will you share too? Your favorite songs… with me.
Finished and thank you for the invite Philosophy Through Photography. There so many other great lyrics to explore… perhaps another day.
A humpback had breached this trip with no visual recording… only the experience to remember.
so i was tagged to participate in a 3-day lyrics challenge and thank you to Philosophy Through Photography for inviting.
i am cheating on this challenge because i am posting day two, before day one is over. my reasoning is that i may not be here tomorrow… well, i maybe here on earth… but absent on WP and before you know it… i will forget my obligations and fall short of completing what i started…
so i will finish what needs to get done… before i vanish. (there i go again, explaining myself for no reason.)
There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
There’s battle lines being drawn
Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind
It’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side
It’s s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you’re always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you away
We better stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, now, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
Stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
World! Honestly i am quite confused. Ethics are out the window. Some work is getting done. Behind closed doors, politicians sneaking cookies out of sealed drawers. Religion of sorts, calls for peace, while slitting throats. Citizens are finding privacy will not keep you out of jail. They pad the cell, to keep you alive. Paranoia creeping inside… scream while you can. They will find you and silence you in time.
not forgetting… share your favorite song… no need to tag in my world… your just it!
Not me. Probably will never be me… watch as i slip behind the curtain.
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Life is a series of riddles
i propose
to catch the color sphere
children born of wild dreams
this wasting time
or is time wasting me away -again… (jeanne 9/19/2018)
Lightning crashes a new mother cries
Her placenta falls to the floor
The angel opens her eyes
The confusion sets in
Before the doctor can even close the door
Lightning crashes an old mother dies
Her intentions fall to the floor
The angel closes her eyes
The confusion that was hers
Belongs now to the baby down the hall
Oh now feel it, comin’ back again
Like a rollin’, thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin’ from
The center of the earth again
I can feel it.
Lightning crashes a new mother cries
This moment she’s been waiting for
The angel opens her eyes
Pale blue colored iris
Presents the circle
And puts the glory out to hide, hide
Oh now feel it, comin’ back again
Like a rollin’, thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin’ from
The center of the earth again
I can feel it.
Oh now feel it, comin’ back again
Like a rollin’, thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin’ from
The center of the earth again
I can feel it.
Oh now feel it, comin’ back again
Like a rollin’, thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin’ from
The center of the earth again
I can feel it.
Songwriters: Chad Alan Gracey / Chad David Taylor / Edward Joel Kowalczyk / Patrick Dahlheimer
I suppose i should shed light on why i chose this song, these lyrics, on this day. Yesterday was my youngest daughter’s birthday. So my mind automatically drifts to birth as amniotic fluids flood in…
choking chlorophyll
induced comas
reds, oranges and yellows
fill my mind
she was born three weeks late… scheduled for a c-section on a monday, she arrived days earlier, on saturday, with the nurses finding no heart beat on the monitors, i lay tied to an operating table, subdued by mighty drugs and gasping air…
baby’s gasps silent
and then i asked “is she beautiful?”
days later i held her
eager to go home
i caught a fever
days ensued and now years later
the nightmare
still plays as she wanders
in fogs of her own.
a baby died
the same day
in the same hospital
that my first child
was born
to a mother
shaking in the wind
afraid to hold a tiny hand
limply reaching to wipe a tear
the news ripped our ears
and not to be out done
my son born
before the doctor
a frantic cabbie
and gassed-up taxi
new york bore silence
as we upstaged the world news
and i slid into oblivion
a homeless man
stationed on 71st and second
hunger pains surrounding me
i wondered how i
could move further
amazed at my strength
men were fed
that day.
so yeah… this! my morning chatter… watered by coffee
louiestrength over matter
and last night’s final curtain… to be painted… as this is a photo edited for study
winding up
to blow over
everyone
and everything
that stands in my way…
i sense no path -forward
or backward
isolated in a forest
with overgrown fears
closing in
surrounding my feet
i change my mind -escape
and morph into another
hiding once more
an invisible ticket
expired and worn
barely readable
the conductor puts on his glasses
and hangs his head…
the fog thickens
expands
and -poof
persistence
fades as quickly
as memory
is no path
to walk
or hold hands.
(tough morning… so i wrote in hopes peace could ensue… 9/19/2018)
i am spending a significant portion of my morning on social media because, well, i have been stimulated. Which basically means my brain is cooking up ideas and piling up future projects, while a myriad of unfinished projects patiently weep… waiting for me.
“Off on another excursion, yet again! Are you?” my conscious is seething.
I found a new place to contemplate, meditate, evaluate and prescribe healing into my life. Isn’t it breathtakingly beautiful?
Here is my latest blast from my soul…
Learn to take the heart ache and make love soar… not for fame or fortune. Rather, love is more precious than gold. It mends differences and brings the world a peace unlike any other emotion.
Even those who purport not to have sold their soul have become slaves. Wisdom rarely prevails and minds change with every wind direction.
