Saturday, September 17, 2011

A Note



I know, I can hear it now, some savvy young folk will tell me I don't know how to use
the web sites. True enough, I am learning and yes I do make mistakes that would no doubt be very embarrassing, IF I had a peer group. I do appreciate your concern. And yes, I now realize that
there is no need to display each new song individually... Right, it is the whole point of having a "channel". I have not owned a T V for ages it seems (happily), and it is kind of funny that I appear to actually operate a channel now, although not very intelligently. Oh come on, you all should know my object and priority will never be intelligence over Love. I keep wondering, why I would think I could pass a Logic exam and do well? But yesterday I had so much fun singing and playing with all my heart, I realized 'Logic' was exactly what I was attempting to avoid... Maybe just like the not Laws in the logic games, charting what will not work can serve as an area of restriction that will make the right answer more apparent. I'll take this test and do my best but I do not really feel passionate about it. I dream of going to India, one day. It seems an impossible dream right now. I know if it is Gods will, the path will unfold and I will be ready. Until then I will listen and sing with all my Heart.

Precious Photo

Rainbow Mohawk, I hope you are feeling better.
Surly a salt bath, garlic and a Seuss book will do the trick.
And maybe a dose of Laughter. See you October 1 st dear friend.

Glimpse Of You

Friday, September 16, 2011

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Woodland Chatter

I carry you with me in the early morn.

Aye, I shall carry you with me in the eternal dawn.

And in between those two, lies night.

It is there I have learned the truth of sight.


Hidden below the canopy are sounds,

crickets rubbing knees in vibratory rounds.

The lilt of laughter is all about,

echoing from a coyote’s snout.


The owl chimes in to announce who…

Who-whoooo…who-whoooo…

Yes, youuu… It is youuuuu…


The bird lands atop the tent,

from a distance with a message sent

and singing of visions of a day to come

that is woven in and through this one.


And I am taken with all the woodland chatter,

excited stirrings about some matter.

I ask, “What?” They just laugh at me,

thinking how silly it is that I cannot see.




Monday, September 12, 2011

High Springs


The Welcoming Party.



Alchemy


Intimacy




Portals




Transient Nature






Morning Sun