11 January 2009
Full Moon, January 2009
As I write this, after playing music for the past hours with a friend (whose fingertips became bloodied from the strings and strength of his playing)...I ponder what is going on. Collapsing markets. Foreclosures. Job losses. Anger pulsing from deep within people's ids and egos. Israelis' jets and drones raining down punishment upon an impoverished, imprisoned people...angered by the poverty and embargos...and yet, the wealthy feel justified. Okay...back off. I didn't mean for this to take a political bend...
Soft....fingers tracing circles lightly on a glistening forehead. Your gentle voice...
I'll be 61 on the next full moon. Was I ever 50? I don't remember. I believe I've always been a child-like person. Playing. Fearing.
For you all, I wish the strength of peace and love...wherever in the world you are. There is no now...there is no tomorrow...there is no yesterday. It's all mystery, and that is fine with me.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
As I sit staring out of the window in the woods, birds flutter by...Veterans' Day 2023
With wars and conflicts raging in multiple locations, I'm living in relative peace now. I went to the Wikipedia page to see how many ...
-
I need a song. I need a song like a river, cool and dark and wet, like a battered old oak; gnarled bark, bitter acorns, a song like a dr...
-
Small center thinks big Park Rapids’ Nemeth Art Center has risen from humble beginnings to become a widely respected arts organization. By...
-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RSc9Xg_x3cg&feature=share