Since the musicians and poets are saying things much better than I can… I’m just sharing their thoughts this week.
I currently can’t get enough of this song by Old Crow Medicine Show.
I love that harmonica. *satisfied sigh*
Since the musicians and poets are saying things much better than I can… I’m just sharing their thoughts this week.
I currently can’t get enough of this song by Old Crow Medicine Show.
I love that harmonica. *satisfied sigh*
Thank you, Pinterest, for leading me to Tyler Knott Gregson. (for those of you with no Pinterest account go to Tyler’s Website)
WOW. He has a gift and I am seriously hoping he gets published one day, soon.
I hope the book is the size of my hand and perfectly bound in gorgeous supple leather with gilt-edged pages. That’s what it deserves.
The following is a link to one of my favorites by him. It begins with these words perfectly strung together:
I will love. More. So much love that no one
will have any idea what to do with me.
I wish I could print the entire gem here, but I’m technologically challenged.
I’ve spent a considerable amount of time (about 20 years) away from the airwaves of contemporary music.
I’ve enjoyed brief stints with bands like Spin Doctors and Smash Mouth. But mostly I was immersed in the world of Raffi and Jungle Jam and Veggie Tales.
Then suddenly my youngest is 15 and I realize I have no idea what sort of music is out there anymore. I had had brief contact with band names that made me scratch my head (Death Cab for Cutie? Decemberists ? Imagine Dragons?).
I have recently been branching out and searching for bands that I like. Truly didn’t expect to find so many.
Thanks to my closest friend, my young facebook friends, and Pandora I’ve made some pleasing discoveries.
My number one favorite is Mumford & Sons. There is not one song that I fast forward. Not one. Yes, they do drop the occasional “F-bomb”…I survive because their lyrics are rich with the deeper stuff of life. Their songs contain lines like, “If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy, I could have won.” or how about “It’s not the long walk home that will change this heart…but the welcome I receive with the restart” ( “Roll Away Your Stone” dig the banjo!).
This video is missing keyboardist, Ben. Here’s one with all four of these amazing musicians. Awake My Soul. Favorite lyric: ” How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes. I struggle to find any truth in your lies. “
ahhh… never get tired of them.
Another lesser-known band is Needtobreathe. In my heart, a very close second to Mumford & Sons.
Outsiders. Favorite lyric, “Just ’cause I’m wrong it don’t make you right.”
Why am I telling you this?
Because I figure there are others of you out there who are ready to find some good tunes.
Lastly: This one is fun.
Remember Merlin? The Chihuahua?
It didn’t work out.
I’m heartsick over it.
The poor little guy was just too damaged. He would not warm up enough to even mildly trust the men in my household.
I had to be out of town for 12 days and it was necessary for Batman to assume primary caretaking responsibilities. Merlin simply could not handle it.
We did learn some important things about him to help his chances of getting adopted again (and this time permanently).
He is trainable and willing to please…as long as there are no adult males present. He simply cannot function when there is an adult male nearby.
Did I mention how heartsick this makes me?
I had fallen in love with the little dude. He was so sweet. He loved music. He wasn’t yappy. *sigh*
hold me
My birthday started with sunrise just outside our condo in Punaluu, HI.
Me. A cup of hot tea. The glorious sounds of the waves and a breathtaking view.
I had hoped my family would enjoy it with me.
They would have if I hadn’t been out earlier and believed that it was just too cloudy for a good sunrise.
Batman had actually gotten up and was getting ready to come out when I went in and told him about the disappointing clouds. Then I went back out…just in case. That’s when I noticed the little sliver of light on the horizon.
I thought about running back in. Yet didn’t want to miss a second. So, I was granted the honor of this private moment of splendor. I did take pictures.
They pale.
The real thing was stunning. Tears welled up. They were a mixture of bliss and humility. Awe and reverence.
That moment will stay with me forever.
One of the best birthday gifts…ever.