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I try to find some peace in my soul, while trying to quiet the turbulence in my mind.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Ok ....
I will give anybody lucky (or unlucky) enough to get notifications that I posted a bunch of blogs some time off from me moving any more over.
That is if there is any left to move.
Oh, wait, there might be. But tomorrow.
If I had been smarter, I could have just done them one or two a day over time and not worry about what I was going to blog about next eh?? *wink*
Kidding. Wouldn't put you through all that .... again !!! hahaha
I was holding off for a bit, delaying transforming them over to here. But several things recently made me change my mind.
One being Yahoo's experiment with Mush ... errr Mash. Sorry, I wasn't very keen on it and having the ability to make up a page for someone/them changing things around on your page etc, sort of rubbed me the wrong way. If I go to the trouble of setting up a page to my liking, best friends or not, don't think I would want you to come along and re-do it for me haha. And who is to say their replacement won't be much of the same idea ?? Won't know for certain until the grand unveiling.
Then there were experiences in other places within Yahooland that had gotten me very disenchanted with them. While not really experiencing a whole lot of bugs with 360, have read enough that many people did. But I did experience the feeds stalling, typing away in a blog - only to have the page take forever to post - to find out it didn't. Another yahoo product I had gotten involved in, which led to discussions in a forum, which led to discussions in a group about said product and yahoo basically yawning into their hand and patting us on the tush as they shuffled us along and out the door.
And yes, I do use their messenger. Unless all my contacts are willing to head on over to the MSN messenger, I'll continue to use it. But I used to go into their chat rooms (another long story) and their handling of the bots (spammers) sort of didn't make it an enjoyable experience unless you were lucky enough to have Ytunnel and could make them disappear. Now, 4 years later, they're trying to get a handle on them. (about time !!)
So not exactly sure I want to wait for their next "new-and-improved" beta product, find out I don't like it and move my blogs here then.
And it wasn't like I had nothing to do today other than to move my blogs over.
I just decided to practice my procrastination option and chose to ignore it. But I know I'll pay for it in a day or two when I'm rushing to get it done then.
Happy Birthday - Wish You Were Here
I originally made up this 360 and posted this on May 4, 2006, the following text and the picture with the bunny. And I kept it hidden all this time. I was talking to my friend, but at the same time, was putting it out there in case someone came across it.
But why now to connect it to my other 360? My friend would have turned 58 December 13th if he had stayed with us. I still miss our talks, even though I didn't see him much the last couple of months. He'd be happy to know that I have found other friends that I enjoy spending time with, embarked on other things to keep me busy. Finally got that correspondence course going and doing well with it.
So I am thanking the person who helped me find some self-esteem, some self-confidence and helped me on the path to finding myself again. I may not be complete, but I am on my way.
********
Posted May 4, 2006
I am at a bit of a loss today as I just found out a friend of over 2 years had passed away in April. His health had prevented him staying online and in touch with those that knew and loved him for the past 6 months or so.
So many memories came flying back of the times we spent together, either one on one, or part of a group. The laughter, the lessons, the music we shared, all revealing the person each of us are, if we chose to be honest with ourselves and with the people we were with.
I will never forget how he looked into my soul, found some answers that I didn't know was there, and made me take a deeper look for the person I had lost for many years. The questions he asked to make me understand myself better. And the questions I asked to understand him better, sometimes, cautiously answered.
And the joking back and forth about "dust bunnies" as if they were real creatures he lived with. He talking about the parties and orgies (the bunnies, not him lol) and the hugs and secrets the bunnies and I shared. How they would crowd the computer screen, looking for my hugs, so that he couldn't see. hehehe
He was a complex man and at the same time living life very simply. Having lived the life he did, learning who the man was inside his shell.
They say that friends enter your life for a Reason, a Season, or a Lifetime. Knows he came into my life for a reason, for a season, and I won't soon forget him either.
This "Canookian" will continue to miss that "Amookian". Be at peace Bill. I will be ok, even tho you are scratching your head with me today. All the talks we had about death being a natural end etc etc., and I threw all that out the window this morning. Yes, I did cry for you. Even tho I had never really cried or mourned anyone's passing before. It's the realization that you've left us, too soon, even though the fates said it was your time. You didn't understand it, but you meant so much to me and was proud to have called you "friend".
But why now to connect it to my other 360? My friend would have turned 58 December 13th if he had stayed with us. I still miss our talks, even though I didn't see him much the last couple of months. He'd be happy to know that I have found other friends that I enjoy spending time with, embarked on other things to keep me busy. Finally got that correspondence course going and doing well with it.
So I am thanking the person who helped me find some self-esteem, some self-confidence and helped me on the path to finding myself again. I may not be complete, but I am on my way.
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Posted May 4, 2006
I am at a bit of a loss today as I just found out a friend of over 2 years had passed away in April. His health had prevented him staying online and in touch with those that knew and loved him for the past 6 months or so.
So many memories came flying back of the times we spent together, either one on one, or part of a group. The laughter, the lessons, the music we shared, all revealing the person each of us are, if we chose to be honest with ourselves and with the people we were with.
I will never forget how he looked into my soul, found some answers that I didn't know was there, and made me take a deeper look for the person I had lost for many years. The questions he asked to make me understand myself better. And the questions I asked to understand him better, sometimes, cautiously answered.
And the joking back and forth about "dust bunnies" as if they were real creatures he lived with. He talking about the parties and orgies (the bunnies, not him lol) and the hugs and secrets the bunnies and I shared. How they would crowd the computer screen, looking for my hugs, so that he couldn't see. hehehe
He was a complex man and at the same time living life very simply. Having lived the life he did, learning who the man was inside his shell.
They say that friends enter your life for a Reason, a Season, or a Lifetime. Knows he came into my life for a reason, for a season, and I won't soon forget him either.
This "Canookian" will continue to miss that "Amookian". Be at peace Bill. I will be ok, even tho you are scratching your head with me today. All the talks we had about death being a natural end etc etc., and I threw all that out the window this morning. Yes, I did cry for you. Even tho I had never really cried or mourned anyone's passing before. It's the realization that you've left us, too soon, even though the fates said it was your time. You didn't understand it, but you meant so much to me and was proud to have called you "friend".
Originally posted what would have Bill's 58th birthday, Dec 13/06
A friend is someone who thinks you're a good egg, even though you're slightly cracked.
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Somebody Touched Me - Bruce Cockburn
Somebody touched me
Making everything new
Somebody touched me
I didn't know what to do
Burned through my life
Like a bolt from the blue
Somebody touched me
I know it was you
Somebody touched me
Deep in my bones
Turned a key in the hole
There was somebody home
Some would say that I'm dreaming
But I swear that it's true
Somebody touched me
I know it was you
Somebody touched me
Like the rain on the wind
Left me alone
Feeling like I'd been skinned
But I know you're with me
Whatever I go through
Somebody touched me
I know it was you
Bruce Cockburn
Dusty Old Shoe
Dusty old shoe (picture by Van Gogh 1886)
I showered and shaved.............. I adjusted my tie.
I got there and sat.............. In a pew just in time.
Bowing my head in prayer......... As I closed my eyes.
I saw the shoe of the man next to me..... Touching my own. I sighed.
With plenty of room on either side...... I thought,
"Why must our soles touch?"
It bothered me, his shoe touching mine... But it didn't bother him much.
A prayer began: "Our Father"............. I thought, "This man with the shoes.. Has no pride.
They're dusty, worn, and scratched. Even worse, there are holes on the side!"
"Thank You for blessings," the prayer went on.
The shoe man said............... A quiet "Amen."
I tried to focus on the prayer....... But my thoughts were on his shoes again
Aren't we supposed to look our best.. When walking through that door?
"Well, this certainly isn't it," I thought, Glancing toward the floor.
Then the prayer was ended............ And the songs of praise began.
The shoe man was certainly loud...... Sounding proud as he sang.
His voice lifted the rafters......... His hands were raised high.
The Lord could surely hear.. The shoe man's voice from the sky.
It was time for the offering......... And what I threw in was steep.
I watched as the shoe man reached.... Into his pockets so deep.
I saw what was pulled out............ What the shoe man put in.
Then I heard a soft "clink" . As when silver hits tin.
The sermon really bored me......... To tears, and that's no lie
It was the same for the shoe man..... For tears fell from his eyes.
At the end of the service........ As is the custom here
We must greet new visitors.. And show them all good cheer.
But I felt moved somehow............ And wanted to meet the shoe man
So after the closing prayer.......... I reached over and shook his hand.
He was old and his skin was dark..... And his hair was truly a mess
But I thanked him for coming........ For being our guest.
He said, "My names' Charlie.......... I'm glad to meet you, my friend."
There were tears in his eyes......... But he had a large, wide grin
"Let me explain," he said........... Wiping tears from his eyes.
"I've been coming here for months.... And you're the first to say 'Hi.'"
"I know that my appearance........."Is not like all the rest
"But I really do try................."To always look my best."
"I always clean and polish my shoes.."Before my very long walk.
"But by the time I get here........."They're dirty and dusty, like chalk"
My heart filled with pain............ And I swallowed to hide my tears
As he continued to apologize......... For daring to sit so near.
He said, "When I get here..........."I know I must look a sight.
"But I thought if I could touch you.."Then maybe our souls might unite."
I was silent for a moment............ Knowing whatever was said
Would pale in comparison... I spoke from my heart, not my head.
"Oh, you've touched me," I said......"And taught me, in part;
"That the best of any man............"Is what is found in his heart."
The rest, I thought,................. This shoe man will never know.
Like just how thankful I really am... That his dirty old shoe touched my soul
I showered and shaved.............. I adjusted my tie.
I got there and sat.............. In a pew just in time.
Bowing my head in prayer......... As I closed my eyes.
I saw the shoe of the man next to me..... Touching my own. I sighed.
With plenty of room on either side...... I thought,
"Why must our soles touch?"
It bothered me, his shoe touching mine... But it didn't bother him much.
A prayer began: "Our Father"............. I thought, "This man with the shoes.. Has no pride.
They're dusty, worn, and scratched. Even worse, there are holes on the side!"
"Thank You for blessings," the prayer went on.
The shoe man said............... A quiet "Amen."
I tried to focus on the prayer....... But my thoughts were on his shoes again
Aren't we supposed to look our best.. When walking through that door?
"Well, this certainly isn't it," I thought, Glancing toward the floor.
Then the prayer was ended............ And the songs of praise began.
The shoe man was certainly loud...... Sounding proud as he sang.
His voice lifted the rafters......... His hands were raised high.
The Lord could surely hear.. The shoe man's voice from the sky.
It was time for the offering......... And what I threw in was steep.
I watched as the shoe man reached.... Into his pockets so deep.
I saw what was pulled out............ What the shoe man put in.
Then I heard a soft "clink" . As when silver hits tin.
The sermon really bored me......... To tears, and that's no lie
It was the same for the shoe man..... For tears fell from his eyes.
At the end of the service........ As is the custom here
We must greet new visitors.. And show them all good cheer.
But I felt moved somehow............ And wanted to meet the shoe man
So after the closing prayer.......... I reached over and shook his hand.
He was old and his skin was dark..... And his hair was truly a mess
But I thanked him for coming........ For being our guest.
He said, "My names' Charlie.......... I'm glad to meet you, my friend."
There were tears in his eyes......... But he had a large, wide grin
"Let me explain," he said........... Wiping tears from his eyes.
"I've been coming here for months.... And you're the first to say 'Hi.'"
"I know that my appearance........."Is not like all the rest
"But I really do try................."To always look my best."
"I always clean and polish my shoes.."Before my very long walk.
"But by the time I get here........."They're dirty and dusty, like chalk"
My heart filled with pain............ And I swallowed to hide my tears
As he continued to apologize......... For daring to sit so near.
He said, "When I get here..........."I know I must look a sight.
"But I thought if I could touch you.."Then maybe our souls might unite."
I was silent for a moment............ Knowing whatever was said
Would pale in comparison... I spoke from my heart, not my head.
"Oh, you've touched me," I said......"And taught me, in part;
"That the best of any man............"Is what is found in his heart."
The rest, I thought,................. This shoe man will never know.
Like just how thankful I really am... That his dirty old shoe touched my soul
Right Here Waiting - Richard Marx
Ocean's apart day after day
And I slowly go insane
I hear your voice on the line
But it doesn't stop the pain
If i see you next to never
How can we say forever
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes
Or how my heart breaks
I will be right here waiting for you
I took for granted, all the times
That i thought would last somehow
I hear the laughter, i taste the tears
But i can't get near you now
Oh, can't you see it baby
You've got me going crazy
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes
Or how my heart breaks
I will be right here waiting for you
I wonder how we can survive
This romance
But in the end if i'm with you
I'll take the chance
Oh, can't you see it baby
You've got me going crazy
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes
Or how my heart breaks
I will be right here waiting for you
.... Richard Marx
Just being quirky
THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW BUT PROBABLY DON'T:
1 . Money isn't made out of paper, it's made out of cotton.. (probably why it goes thru the washer so well)
2. The Declaration of Independence was written on hemp (marijuana) paper. (and someone hasn't smoked it yet?)
3. The dot over the letter I is called a "tittle". (go figure, it's not a dot - looks like a dot to me)
4. A raisin dropped in a glass of fresh champagne will bounce up and down continuously from the bottom of the glass to the top. (one happy & drunk raisin?)
5. Susan Lucci is the daughter of Phyllis Diller. (this I knew but still cool)
6. 40% of McDonald's profits come from the sales of Happy Meals. (this blows me away)
7. 315 entries in Webster's 1996 Dictionary were misspelled. (the editing staff needs edumacating in this area?)
8. The 'spot' on 7UP comes from its inventor, who had red eyes. He was albino.
9. On average, 12 newborns will be given to the wrong parents, daily. (always thought I was the oddball in the family .. now I know why)
10. Warren Beatty and Shirley MacLaine are brother and sister. (cool also)
11. Chocolate affects a dog's heart and nervous system; a few ounces will kill a small sized dog. (and no matter how much the guy begs, I'm not sharing! oh sorry, wrong dog hahaha)
12. Orcas (killer whales) kill sharks by torpedoing up into the shark's stomach from underneath, causing the shark to explode. (can you say messy?)
13. Most lipstick contains fish scales (eeww). (and people wonder why I don't wear the stuff .... ewwww is right)
14. Donald Duck comics were banned from Finland because he doesn't wear pants. (not that he shows anything but his tail feathers hahaha)
15. Ketchup was sold in the 1830's as medicine. (with french fries as a chaser?)
16. Upper and lower case letters are named 'upper' and 'lower' because in the time when all original print had to be set in individual letters, the 'upper case' letters were stored in the case on top of the case that stored the smaller, 'lower case' letters. (would put a new twist on printing and typing if it had been reversed)
17. Leonardo DA Vinci could write with one hand and draw with the other at the same time (hence, multi-tasking was invented.)
18. Because metal was scarce, the Oscars given out during World War II were made of wood. (hmmm termite food?)
19. There are no clocks in Las Vegas gambling casinos. (nobody would hear the cuckoo anyways)
20. The name Wendy was made up for the book Peter Pan; there was never a recorded Wendy before! (so who was the girl that got away then?)
21. There are no words in the dictionary that rhyme with: orange, purple, and silver! (not that would mean anything or make sense anyways)
22. Leonardo Da Vinci invented scissors. Also, it took him 10 years to paint Mona Lisa's lips. (it was the fish scales that made her run off - no color inspiration for him)
23. A tiny amount of liquor on a scorpion will make it instantly go mad and sting itself to death. (I know what you're thinking, and I"ll tell ya right now it won't work with me hahaha)
24. The mask used by Michael Myers in the original "Halloween" was a Captain Kirk's mask painted white. (I knew Kirk scared me for a reason)
25. If you have three quarters, four dimes, and four pennies, you have $1.19 You also have the largest amount of money in coins without being able to make change for a dollar (good to know.)
26. By raising your legs slowly and lying on your back, you can't sink in quicksand (and you thought this list was completely useless.)
27. The phrase "rule of thumb" is derived from an old English law, which stated that you couldn't beat your wife with anything wider than your thumb. (was legal to abuse the poor woman - and men wonder why the feminist movement happened)
28. The first product Motorola started to develop was a record player for automobiles. At that time, the most known player on the market was the Victrola, so they called themselves Motorola. (hmmmm gotta watch the bumps on the road)
29. Celery has negative calories! It takes more calories to eat a piece of celery than the celery has in it to begin with. It's the same with apples! (oh yeah? bring on the peanut butter!!! hahaha)
30. Chewing gum while peeling onions will keep you from crying! (I know another way to keep me from crying ... don't go near the onions)
31. The glue on Israeli postage stamps is certified kosher.. (shalom)
32. Guinness Book of Records holds the record for being the book most often stolen from Public Libraries. (awww the book itself has a record)
33. Astronauts are not allowed to eat beans before they go into space because passing wind in a space suit damages it. (besides, be nasty when they got back home and stripped - I know, groan all ya want haha)
34. George Carlin said it best about Martha Stewart .. "Boy, I feel a lot safer now that she's behind bars. O. J. Simpson and Kobe Bryant are still walking around; Osama Bin Laden too, but they take the ONE woman in America willing to cook, clean, and work in the yard, and they haul her fanny off to jail." (with that logic, I can't argue with George
Where Are You Now - Nazareth
Every single day
I think of the times
When you were still mine
And i'm blue
Got to get away
Get you out of my mind
I'm caught up in time
And i'm blue
I don't miss all the fun that we had
You were always around me
Where are you now
I need you now
If you were around
It would be alright
Living on my own
I know i'm to blame
I'm locked in my chains
And you're free
Fallen like a stone
I'm down on the ground
I'm tied up and bound
And you're free
I don't miss all the fun that we had
You were always around me
* where are you now
I need you now
If you were around it would be alright
I think of the times
When you were still mine
And i'm blue
Got to get away
Get you out of my mind
I'm caught up in time
And i'm blue
I don't miss all the fun that we had
You were always around me
Where are you now
I need you now
If you were around
It would be alright
Living on my own
I know i'm to blame
I'm locked in my chains
And you're free
Fallen like a stone
I'm down on the ground
I'm tied up and bound
And you're free
I don't miss all the fun that we had
You were always around me
* where are you now
I need you now
If you were around it would be alright
written, arranged, and sung by
NAZARETH
CSNY & Neil Young - 2 songs
Southern Cross ~ CSNY
(Stephen Stills, Richard Curtis and Michael Curtis)
Oooh ...
Got out of town on a boat goin' to Southern islands
Sailing a reach before a followin' sea
She was makin' for the trades on the outside
And the downhill run to Papeete
Off the wind on this heading lie the Marquesas
We got eighty feet of the waterline nicely making way
In a noisy bar in Avalon I tried to call you
But on a midnight watch I realized why twice you ran away
Think about
Think about how many times I have fallen
Spirits are using me larger voices callin'
What Heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten
(Around the world) I have been around the world
(Lookin') Lookin' for that woman girl
(Who knows she knows) Who knows love can endure
And you know it will
When you see the Southern Cross for the first time
You understand now why you came this way
'Cause the truth you might be runnin' from is so small
But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a comin' day
So I'm sailing for tomorrow my dreams are a dyin'
And my love is an anchor tied to you tied with a silver chain
I have my ship and all her flags are a' flyin'
She is all that I have left and music is her name
Think about
Think about how many times I have fallen
Spirits are using me larger voices callin'
What Heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten
(I've been around the world) I have been around the world
(Lookin') Lookin' for that woman girl
Who knows love can endure
And you know it will, and you know it will yes
[Instrumental (Electric Guitars)]
Oooh ...
So we cheated and we lied and we tested
And we never failed to fail it was the easiest thing to do
You will survive being bested
Somebody fine will come along make me forget about loving you
At the southern cross
Old Man ... Neil Young
Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
Twenty four and there's so much more
Live alone in a paradise
That makes me think of two.
Love lost, such a cost,
Give me things that don't get lost.
Like a coin that won't get tossed
Rolling home to you.
Old man take a look at my life i'm a lot like you
I need someone to love me the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true.
Lullabies, look in your eyes,
Run around the same old town.
Doesn't mean that much to me
To mean that much to you.
I've been first and last
Look at how the time goes past.
But i'm all alone at last.
Rolling home to you.
Old man take a look at my life i'm a lot like you
I need someone to love me the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true.
Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I'm a lot like you were. <br><br>Posted at 360 April 9/07, in rememberance of a friends passing a year previously. A song he held special, and one from me to him.
Learning To Fly - Pink Floyd
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xb-Nacm-pKc
Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast, how
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, A state of bliss
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast, how
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, A state of bliss
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
Melancholy Moments
In my melancholy moment
I think of you
So far away from me
Remembering the times shared
The gentle teasing
Of each other
We smiled
We laughed
We contemplated
We were happy
To be alive
You dug a spot in my soul
In your own special way
Putting up with my nonsense
Of me just being me
We sat, talked
Solving the problems
In the World
In our lives
With our dreams
You struggled to make
This stubborn old woman
Understand herself
While this stubborn old woman
Struggled
To understand you
The soul connected
To keep you close
And each day that passes
When our paths don't cross
I miss you
More than you know.
I think of you
So far away from me
Remembering the times shared
The gentle teasing
Of each other
We smiled
We laughed
We contemplated
We were happy
To be alive
You dug a spot in my soul
In your own special way
Putting up with my nonsense
Of me just being me
We sat, talked
Solving the problems
In the World
In our lives
With our dreams
You struggled to make
This stubborn old woman
Understand herself
While this stubborn old woman
Struggled
To understand you
The soul connected
To keep you close
And each day that passes
When our paths don't cross
I miss you
More than you know.
@ Patti 03/17/07
Piece of Your Soul - Tom Cochrane
Piece Of Your Soul ~ @ Tom Cochrane
Take away all my blues
Fill me with good news
When I'm used and torn
You get me thru
Nothing could thrill me more than
When you're standin' there like before
Stripped clear of defenses
While your secrets unfold
And we're like a river you and I
Like a river we're gonna run
Fill me with good news
When I'm used and torn
You get me thru
Nothing could thrill me more than
When you're standin' there like before
Stripped clear of defenses
While your secrets unfold
And we're like a river you and I
Like a river we're gonna run
I can depend on this
Handle to hold
You give a piece of your soul
You pick me up when I get too low
You give a piece of your soul
My heart beats, my heart beats like a drum
My heart beats like a drum
When you come
Come give a piece of your soul
And I don't know what would suprise me more
If I saw you standing there like before
While your secrets unfold
When the hard rain's falling on the ground
And the blues start to get you down
I know what to do
I can depend on this
Handle to hold
You give a piece of your soul
You pick me up when I get too low
You give a piece of your soul
You give a piece of your soul
You pick me up when I get too low
You give a piece of your soul
My heart beats, my heart beats like a drum
My heart beats like a drum
When you come
Come give a piece of your soul
And I don't know what would suprise me more
If I saw you standing there like before
While your secrets unfold
When the hard rain's falling on the ground
And the blues start to get you down
I know what to do
I can depend on this
Handle to hold
You give a piece of your soul
You pick me up when I get too low
You give a piece of your soul
Nothing's easy, it's like a storm
You give it all and you give some more like blood
Sometimes it cuts to the bone
You take away all these blues
You fill me up with good news
When I'm bruised and worn
You get me thru
I can depend on this
Handle to hold
You give a piece of your soul
You pick me up when I get too low
You give a piece of your soul
Gimme shelter from the storm
When I'm feeling used and worn
I get renewed
You give a piece of your soul <br><br>
Thank You Sunshine for letting me be myself and coming back for more punishment from me (hahaha) It's been an awesome year and I look forward to many more. Hugs & kisses my very wonderful friend. Luv ya !!<br> (originally posted at 360 "For K" Feb 20, 2007
Xanadu - Rush
'To seek the sacred river Alph
To walk the caves of ice
To break my fast on honey dew
And drink the milk of paradise...'
I had heard the whispered tales
Of immortality
The deepest mystery
From an ancient book. I took a clue
I scaled the frozen mountain tops
Of eastern lands unknown
Time and Man alone
Searching for the lost --- Xanadu
Xanadu --- To stand within The Pleasure Dome
Decreed by Kubla Khan
To taste anew the fruits of life
The last immortal man
To find the sacred river Alph
To walk the caves of ice
Oh, I will dine on honey dew
And drink the milks of Paradise
A thousand years have come and gone
But time has passed me by
Stars stopped in the sky
Frozen in an everlasting view
Waiting for the world to end
Weary of the night
Praying for the light
Prison of the lost --- Xanadu
Xanadu --- Held within The Pleasure Dome
Decreed by Kubla Khan
To taste my bitter triumph
As a mad immortal man
Nevermore shall I return
Escape these caves of ice
For I have dined on honey dew
And drunk the milk of Paradise
To walk the caves of ice
To break my fast on honey dew
And drink the milk of paradise...'
I had heard the whispered tales
Of immortality
The deepest mystery
From an ancient book. I took a clue
I scaled the frozen mountain tops
Of eastern lands unknown
Time and Man alone
Searching for the lost --- Xanadu
Xanadu --- To stand within The Pleasure Dome
Decreed by Kubla Khan
To taste anew the fruits of life
The last immortal man
To find the sacred river Alph
To walk the caves of ice
Oh, I will dine on honey dew
And drink the milks of Paradise
A thousand years have come and gone
But time has passed me by
Stars stopped in the sky
Frozen in an everlasting view
Waiting for the world to end
Weary of the night
Praying for the light
Prison of the lost --- Xanadu
Xanadu --- Held within The Pleasure Dome
Decreed by Kubla Khan
To taste my bitter triumph
As a mad immortal man
Nevermore shall I return
Escape these caves of ice
For I have dined on honey dew
And drunk the milk of Paradise
Hand In My Pocket - Alanis Morissette
I'm broke but I'm happy
I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
I'm high but I'm grounded
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine
Cuz I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five
I feel drunk but I'm sober
I'm young and I'm underpaid
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah
I care but I'm restless
I'm here but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be quite alright
Cuz I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette
What it all comes down to
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
Cuz I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign
I'm free but I'm focused
I'm green but I'm wise
I'm hard but I'm friendly baby
I'm sad but I'm laughing
I'm brave but I'm chicken shit
I'm sick but I'm pretty baby
What it all boils down to
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet
Cuz I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
What it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything's just fine fine fine
Cuz I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab.....
.................................................. Alanis Morissette
Heaven's Coming Down - The Tea Party
With nothing to lose you'd waste away
Obscure in exile
They've witnessed the times
You've gone astray
Whose fault? now you're thinking...
There's nothing to prove
A message from the crowd
To the shore...
And it feels now
Just like heaven's coming down
Your soul shakes free
As its conscience hits the ground
So strange are the ways,
They all have changed
Still life it stays the same
A break from the past
Could make it last
Maybe just a little longer
There's nothing to prove
A message from the crowd
To the shore...
You surrender
Love under will
Rest assured you're adored
And it feels now
Just lie heaven's coming down
Your soul shakes free
As its conscience hits the ground
This time, no tears,
Just one last chance to see you prove
Stay strong, no fears
There is a change that's
Coming through
Hold on my love
Hold on...
Obscure in exile
They've witnessed the times
You've gone astray
Whose fault? now you're thinking...
There's nothing to prove
A message from the crowd
To the shore...
And it feels now
Just like heaven's coming down
Your soul shakes free
As its conscience hits the ground
So strange are the ways,
They all have changed
Still life it stays the same
A break from the past
Could make it last
Maybe just a little longer
There's nothing to prove
A message from the crowd
To the shore...
You surrender
Love under will
Rest assured you're adored
And it feels now
Just lie heaven's coming down
Your soul shakes free
As its conscience hits the ground
This time, no tears,
Just one last chance to see you prove
Stay strong, no fears
There is a change that's
Coming through
Hold on my love
Hold on...
More Than Words - Extreme
Saying I love you
Is not the words I want to hear from you
It's not that I want you
Not to say, but if you only knew
How easy it would be to show me how you feel
More than words is all you have to do to make it real
Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me
Cos I'd already know
What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn't make things new
Just by saying I love you
More than words
Now I've tried to talk to you and make you understand
All you have to do is close your eyes
And just reach out your hands and touch me
Hold me close don't ever let me go
More than words is all I ever needed you to show
Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me
Cos I'd already know
What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn't make things new
Just by saying I love you
More than words
I Don't Want To Miss A Thing - Aerosmith
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Well, every moment spent with you
Is a moment I treasure
I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
Lying close to you
Feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together
And I just wanna stay with you
In this moment forever, forever and ever
I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
I don't wanna miss one smile
I don't wanna miss one kiss
Well, I just wanna be with you
Right here with you, just like this
I just wanna hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time
Don't wanna close my eyes
Don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
'Cause I'd still miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
Don't wanna close my eyes
Don't wanna fall asleep, yeah
I don't wanna miss a thing
I don't wanna miss a thing
..... Aerosmith, Armageddon Soundtrack,
Time Stands Still - Rush
I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath,
Before i start off again
Driven on,
Without a moment to spend
To pass an evening
With a drink and a friend
I let my skin get too thin
I'd like to pause,
No matter what i pretend
Like some pilgrim --
Who learns to transcend --
Learns to live
As if each step was the end
Time stand still --
I'm not looking back
But i want to look around me now
See more of the people
And the places that surround me now
Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Experience slips away...
I turn my face to the sun
Close my eyes,
Let my defences down --
All those wounds
That i can't get unwound
I let my past go too fast
No time to pause --
If i could slow it all down
Like some captain,
Whose ship runs aground --
I can wait until the tide
Comes around
Make each impression
A little bit stronger
Freeze this motion
A little bit longer
The innocence slips away...
Summer's going fast --
Nights growing colder
Children growing up --
Old friends growing older
Experience slips away...
To catch my breath,
Before i start off again
Driven on,
Without a moment to spend
To pass an evening
With a drink and a friend
I let my skin get too thin
I'd like to pause,
No matter what i pretend
Like some pilgrim --
Who learns to transcend --
Learns to live
As if each step was the end
Time stand still --
I'm not looking back
But i want to look around me now
See more of the people
And the places that surround me now
Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Experience slips away...
I turn my face to the sun
Close my eyes,
Let my defences down --
All those wounds
That i can't get unwound
I let my past go too fast
No time to pause --
If i could slow it all down
Like some captain,
Whose ship runs aground --
I can wait until the tide
Comes around
Make each impression
A little bit stronger
Freeze this motion
A little bit longer
The innocence slips away...
Summer's going fast --
Nights growing colder
Children growing up --
Old friends growing older
Experience slips away...
Ozzy's Dreamer
Gazing through the window at the world outside
Wondering if mother earth will survive
Hoping that mankind will stop abusing her, sometime
After all there's just the two of us
And here we are still fighting for our lives
Watching all of history repeat itself, time after time
I'm just a dreamer, I dream my life away
I'm just a dreamer, who dreams of better days
I watch the sun go down like everyone of us
I'm hoping that the dawn will bring a sign
A better place for those who will come after us this time
I'm just a dreamer, I dream my life away, oh yeah
I'm just a dreamer, who dreams of better days
Your higher power may be God or Jesus Christ
It doesn't really matter much to me
Without each other's help there ain't no hope for us
I'm living in a dream, a fantasy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
If only we could just find serenity
It would be nice if we could live as one
When will all this anger, hate and bigotry be gone?
I'm just a dreamer, I dream my life away, today
I'm just a dreamer, who dreams of better days, OK
I'm just a dreamer, who's searching for the way, today
I'm just a dreamer, dreaming my life away
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Be Yourself - Audioslave
Someone falls to pieces
sleepin all alone
Someone kills the pain
spinning in the silence
to finally drift away
Someone gets excited
in a chapel yard
catches a bouquet
Another lays a dozen
white roses on a grave
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
Someone finds salvation in everyone
and another only fame
Someone tries to hide themself
down inside himself he breathes
Someone swears his true love
until the end of time
Another runs away
seperate or united?
empty or insane?
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
Even when you've had enough
been pulled apart
or been in love
Every single memory of
could have been faces of love
Don't lose any sleep tonight
I'm sure everything will end up alright
You may win love
But to be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
sleepin all alone
Someone kills the pain
spinning in the silence
to finally drift away
Someone gets excited
in a chapel yard
catches a bouquet
Another lays a dozen
white roses on a grave
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
Someone finds salvation in everyone
and another only fame
Someone tries to hide themself
down inside himself he breathes
Someone swears his true love
until the end of time
Another runs away
seperate or united?
empty or insane?
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
Even when you've had enough
been pulled apart
or been in love
Every single memory of
could have been faces of love
Don't lose any sleep tonight
I'm sure everything will end up alright
You may win love
But to be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
Walk With Me - Linda Ann Henry
Walk with me, See what I see
Take my hand, understand who I am, and why
Look in the mirror, touch my soul with yours
Talk to me, I am a caterpillar struggling to
become a butterfly.
Walk with me, let us look at the bright sun
I do not want to feel the world has come to an end
Will you be my one true friend ?
People do not see a butterfly as I fly into the sky
I want you to come with me, hold me close
Let your blue eyes take in the beauty
Of flowers and rainbows, I do not want to be alone
Walk with me, have the hope I have
If I kiss your lips, I will be in heaven
I give you my whole heart, I know you care
For I have been with you everywhere
Walk with me, you are my strength
Without you I am weak
We are one, man and woman
When I smile, the love inside me becomes all
that is true
You are pure, good, you are my happiness
I am safe when I walk with you
Linda Ann Henry @ 2005
Savin' Me - Nickelback
Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'
Oh, I reach for you
Well I'm terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can't hold my soul in
All I need is you
Come please I'm callin'
And oh I scream for you
Hurry I'm fallin'
Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me
Heaven's gates won't open up for me
With these broken wings I'm fallin'
And all I see is you
These city walls ain't got no love for me
I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story
And oh I scream for you
Come please I'm callin'
And all I need from you
Hurry I'm fallin'
Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me
Hurry I'm fallin'
Holy Water - Big and Rich
Somewhere there's a stolen halo
I use to watch her wear it well
Everything would shine wherever she would go
But looking at her now you'd never tell
Someone ran away with her innocence
A memory she can't get out of her head
I can only imagine what she's feeling
When she's praying
Kneeling at the edge of her bed
And she says take me away
And take me farther
Surround me now
And hold, hold, hold me like holy water
Holy water
She wants someone to call her angel
Someone to put the light back in her eyes
She's looking through the faces
The unfamiliar places
She needs someone to hear her when she crys
And she says take me away
And take me farther
Surround me now
And hold, hold, hold me like holy water
Holy water
She just needs a little help
To wash away the pain she's felt
She wants to feel the healing hands
Of someone who understands
And she says take me away
And take me farther
Surround me now
And hold, hold, hold me
And she says take me away
And take me farther
Surround me now
And hold, hold, hold me like holy water
Holy water
I use to watch her wear it well
Everything would shine wherever she would go
But looking at her now you'd never tell
Someone ran away with her innocence
A memory she can't get out of her head
I can only imagine what she's feeling
When she's praying
Kneeling at the edge of her bed
And she says take me away
And take me farther
Surround me now
And hold, hold, hold me like holy water
Holy water
She wants someone to call her angel
Someone to put the light back in her eyes
She's looking through the faces
The unfamiliar places
She needs someone to hear her when she crys
And she says take me away
And take me farther
Surround me now
And hold, hold, hold me like holy water
Holy water
She just needs a little help
To wash away the pain she's felt
She wants to feel the healing hands
Of someone who understands
And she says take me away
And take me farther
Surround me now
And hold, hold, hold me
And she says take me away
And take me farther
Surround me now
And hold, hold, hold me like holy water
Holy water
Sacred Wolf Dreams' Spirit World
Women and Wolves
The wild nature carries the medicine for all things. She carries stories, dreams, words and songs. She carries everything a woman needs to be and know. She is the essence of the female soul...
With the wild nature as ally and teacher, we see not through two eyes only, but through the many eyes of intuition. With intuition we are like the starry night, we gaze at the world through a thousand eyes.
It does not mean to lose one's primary socializations. It means quite the opposite. The wild nature has a vast integrity to it. It means to establish territory, to find one's pack, to be in one's body with certainty and pride, to speak and act in one's behalf, to be aware, to draw on the innate feminine powers of intuition, to find what one belongs to, to rise with dignity, to proceed as a powerful being who is friendly but never tame.
The Wild Woman is the one who thunders in the face of injustice. She is the one we leave home to look for and the one we come home to. She is the one who keeps a woman going when she thinks she's done for. She is intuition, far-seer, deep listener, and she is loyal heart. She thrives on fresh site and self-integrity.
She must strut the old pathways, assert her instinctual knowledge, proudly bear the battle scars of her time, write her secrets on walls, refused to be ashamed, lead the way through and out, be cunning and use her feminine wits.
Where can you find her? She walks in the deserts, cities, woods, oceans, and in the mountain of solitude. She lives in women everywhere; in castles with queens, in the boardrooms, in the penthouse, and on the night bus to Brownsville.
She lives in a faraway place that breaks through to our world. She lives in the past and is summoned by us. She is in the present. She is in the future and walks backward in time to find us now.
Wild woman whispers the words and the ways to us, and we follow. She has been running and stopping and waiting to see if we are catching up. She has many things to show us.
Whether you are possessed of a simple heart or the ambitious, whether you are trying to make it to the top or just make it through tomorrow, the wild nature belongs to you.
Don't be a fool. Go back and stand under that one red flower and walk straight ahead for that last hard mile. Go up and knock on the old weathered door. Climb up to the cave. Crawl through the window of a dream. Sift the desert and see what you find. It is the only work we have to do.
Without us, Wild Woman dies. Without Wild Woman, we die. Para Vida, for true life, both must live.
Text summarized from
Women Who Run With Wolves
© Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Ph.D
http://users.ap.net/~chenae/welcome.html
What started out as a search for wolf jpg's, became something more. A beautiful site, with links to the above and more. Thank you Baba for inadvertantly sending me here, and thank you Debra for your wisdom in sharing this site for all.
Resolve - Foo Fighters
Something that I felt today, something that I had
Swingin' from the chandoleres, hanging on your word
I remember watchin' you once upon a time
Dancing from across the room in another life
A little bit of resolve is what I need now
Pin me down, show me how
A little bit of resolve is what I need now
Pin me down, show me how
Lookin' back to find my way, never sing so hard
Yesterday's belated rest, changing of the gods
I would never change a thing even if I could
All the songs we used to sing, everything was gone
A little bit of resolve is what I need now
Pin me down, show me how
A little bit of resolve is what I need now
Pin me down, show me how
One more louvre that you're not here
It's gone and passed you by
Happened to you, happened to you
One more tear that you won't hear
That's gone and passed you by
Happened to you, happened to you
A little bit of resolve is what I need now
Pin me down, show me how
A little bit of resolve is what I need now
Pin me down, show me how
A little bit of resolve
One more louvre that you're not here
It's gone and passed you by (A little bit of resolve)
A little bit of resolve
It's gone and passed you by (A little bit of resolve)
Resolve by Foo Fighters Swingin' from the chandoleres, hanging on your word
I remember watchin' you once upon a time
Dancing from across the room in another life
A little bit of resolve is what I need now
Pin me down, show me how
A little bit of resolve is what I need now
Pin me down, show me how
Lookin' back to find my way, never sing so hard
Yesterday's belated rest, changing of the gods
I would never change a thing even if I could
All the songs we used to sing, everything was gone
A little bit of resolve is what I need now
Pin me down, show me how
A little bit of resolve is what I need now
Pin me down, show me how
One more louvre that you're not here
It's gone and passed you by
Happened to you, happened to you
One more tear that you won't hear
That's gone and passed you by
Happened to you, happened to you
A little bit of resolve is what I need now
Pin me down, show me how
A little bit of resolve is what I need now
Pin me down, show me how
A little bit of resolve
One more louvre that you're not here
It's gone and passed you by (A little bit of resolve)
A little bit of resolve
It's gone and passed you by (A little bit of resolve)
Hurt - Johnny Cash
- Hurt by Johnny Cash
-
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
[Chorus:]
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
[Chorus:]
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way(Hurt by Johnny Cash)
Silent Lucidity - Queensryche
Hush now, don't you cry
Wipe away the teardrop from your eye
You're lying safe in bed
It was all a bad dream
Spinning in your head
Your mind tricked you to feel the pain
Of someone close to you leaving the game of life
So here it is, another chance
Wide awake you face the day
Your dream is over... or has it just begun?
There's a place I like to hide
A doorway that I run through in the night
Relax child, you were there
But only didn't realize it and you were scared
It's a place where you will learn
To face your fears, retrace the years
And ride the whims of your mind
Commanding in another world
Suddenly you hear and see
This magic new dimension
Wipe away the teardrop from your eye
You're lying safe in bed
It was all a bad dream
Spinning in your head
Your mind tricked you to feel the pain
Of someone close to you leaving the game of life
So here it is, another chance
Wide awake you face the day
Your dream is over... or has it just begun?
There's a place I like to hide
A doorway that I run through in the night
Relax child, you were there
But only didn't realize it and you were scared
It's a place where you will learn
To face your fears, retrace the years
And ride the whims of your mind
Commanding in another world
Suddenly you hear and see
This magic new dimension
I - will be watching over you
I - am gonna help you see it through
I - will protect you in the night
I - am smiling next to you, in Silent Lucidity
-spoken during solo-
[Visualize your dream]
[Record it in the present tense]
[Put it into a permanent form]
[If you persist in your efforts]
[You can achieve dream control]
[Dream Control]
[How's that then, better?]
[Hug me]
If you open your mind for me
You won't rely on open eyes to see
The walls you built within
Come tumbling down, and a new world will begin
Living twice at once you learn
You're safe from the pain in the dream domain
A soul set free to fly
A round trip journey in your head
Master of illusion, can you realize
Your dream's alive, you can be the guide but...
I - will be watching over you
I - am gonna help to see it through
I - will protect you in the night
I - am smiling next to you....
Master of illusion, can you realize
Your dream's alive, you can be the guide but...
I - will be watching over you
I - am gonna help to see it through
I - will protect you in the night
I - am smiling next to you....
Silent Lucidity - Queensryche
Body and Soul - Rick Astley
Do you ever feel like you are drowning?
Do you ever feel like you are going under fast?
Do you ever feel that you are wasted and you need a little confidence to pull you through?
Do you ever feel like you are losing?
Does it ever feel like you are fighting against the tide?
Do you ever feel like you are helpless and you need to find somebody who can show you the way?
You know that I'm always with you.
You know that I'm always by your side.
In Body and Soul.
Do you ever feel like you are running?
Do you ever feel like you hiding from the truth?
Do you ever feel like you have wasted all the precious time you have been given all your life?
You know that I'm always with you.
You know that I'm always by your side.
In Body and Soul. You may get so sad and weary.
But you're never going under, do you ever wonder why I'm always there for you?
Cuz I won't let them drag you down.
You know that I'm always with you.
You know that I'm always by your side. In Body and Soul ........
a song by Rick Astley (one of my favorites for the message it gave me when I needed to put words to my jumbled thoughts and feelings I'm sure I will be posting another old, and a new fav in the near future)
Eleanor Roosevelt
Eleanor Roosevelt ... I could not, at any age, be content to take my place by the fireside and simply look on. Life was meant to be lived. Curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life.
Rainbow Trail
Walk on a rainbow trail,
Walk on a rainbow song,
And all about you
Will be beauty.
There is a way out of
Every dark mist, over a rainbow trail.
Robert Motherwell
Dialogue With The Devil - Bruck Cockburn
standing on a rock in a river
staring at the splintered sun
you could drown yourself in jewels
like a thousand other fools
while you stand there looking down at what you've won.
sitting on a mountain of ashes
face to face with past regrets
you could roll down to the canyon
piss away this incarnation
but remember that you pay for what you get.
and he says "but don't you know
how hard it is
to hit the ground and mean it,
and mean it?"
walk the jangling streets of the city
trying to find the buried sun
you could drown yourself in jewels
like a thousand other fools
while you wander, waiting for it to be done.
and he cries "why don't we celebrate?
why don't we celebrate?
love can make you sad
come on, let's drive ourselves mad."
and he's aware
how hard it is
to kiss the sun and mean it,
and mean it.
and he screams "why don't we celebrate?
why don't we celebrate?
life can make you sad
come on, let's drive ourselves mad."
standing on a rock in a river
staring at the rain made one
on the surface flashing diamonds
rolling down the twilight canyon,
and we shall kiss the sun in spite of him
so why don't we celebrate?
why don't we celebrate? why don't we celebrate? ...
staring at the splintered sun
you could drown yourself in jewels
like a thousand other fools
while you stand there looking down at what you've won.
sitting on a mountain of ashes
face to face with past regrets
you could roll down to the canyon
piss away this incarnation
but remember that you pay for what you get.
and he says "but don't you know
how hard it is
to hit the ground and mean it,
and mean it?"
walk the jangling streets of the city
trying to find the buried sun
you could drown yourself in jewels
like a thousand other fools
while you wander, waiting for it to be done.
and he cries "why don't we celebrate?
why don't we celebrate?
love can make you sad
come on, let's drive ourselves mad."
and he's aware
how hard it is
to kiss the sun and mean it,
and mean it.
and he screams "why don't we celebrate?
why don't we celebrate?
life can make you sad
come on, let's drive ourselves mad."
standing on a rock in a river
staring at the rain made one
on the surface flashing diamonds
rolling down the twilight canyon,
and we shall kiss the sun in spite of him
so why don't we celebrate?
why don't we celebrate? why don't we celebrate? ...
Bruce Cockburn
Flying Walenda
I like to think of myself as being curious about things and people, but I have been told "You're too nosy" hahaha. Welllllllllllllllllllllll maybe I go to the extreme sometimes.
Been on a bit of a curiosity quest lately. I find/found it hard to sit and ramble on about myself or my day or my kid and such in a blog. Somewhere along the line, I lost the confidence in myself that people might actually be interested enough to read it. Actually, the confidence thing goes back a long way. Long before 360's and such. People accused me of being too quiet. Watch out for the quiet ones they would say hahaha. And I would just sit there and go hmmmmmm when they said that.
One thing in this curiosity quest I have been doing is reading other peoples blogs. Those on my friends lists, maybe a few of your friends, but also the ones that Yahoo has on the home page as being 'interesting'. I must say I am amazed and a little envious that people can be so relaxed and open to talk about themselves like that.
Had just read one of Yahoo's 'interesting' blogs this morning, where this woman blogged about being a klutz. I chuckled and could relate to a couple parts of her blog. She talked about falling down the stairs. I call it my 'flying walenda' trick hahaha. My out-laws learned a few things about their outdoor stairs the hard way .. usually because I was lying in a heap at the bottom of them hahaha. And go figure, as much as I was pretty colourful at times (not the language colourful hahaha), I didn't break anything, other than maybe my pride.
The first time I fell down their stairs, they had just built this house and had moved in, about 18 years ago. It was a bungalo, but the basement was partially above ground, so the stairs outside to get to ground level had about 8 treads. It was Christmas. They were now living in the 'snowbelt' and had lots of snow. We had just had a good visit with family. It was dark when we were leaving. My son and his dad were sitting in the pick-up truck while I was still doing the good-bye, thanks for everything thing. My mother in-law bakes every year and puts together a goody basket for everyone to take home. She had it in a small rectangular aluminum pan that year with aluminum foil covering it.
Out the door I go.
Top of the stairs.
Take one step down, feet go out from under me, and didn't hit another step.
Yep.
Flat on my back in the small snow drift at the bottom of the stairs.
I look up at the stars. Then, as human nature will do, you look around to see if anybody had seen you fall, while hoping nobody did so as to not suffer the embarrassment. Right??
Wellllllllllllllllllll
My sons dad was looking out the truck window at me, shaking his head. (no, he didn't get out to see if I was alright or anything)
My mother in-law was standing at the door horrified, but unwilling to run out in her slippers and as she said "what can an old lady do?" But the sweetheart she is, she was upset I might have hurt myself and started yelling for someone to come rescue me. (great, more people to witness my frolic in the snow drift)
I did manage to pick myself up. Just not sure how lady-like I was doing it tho'. Winter coat, boots and all that fun stuff one puts on to keep from freezing. Picked up my purse, which I managed to zip close before leaving (and if you know me, you know I have a bad habit of not closing it) so everything stayed put.
Discussing my flying walenda trick a few days later, the one thing that seemed to have struck my mother in-law, my sons' dad, and myself? There I was, lying on my back in a snow drift at the bottom of the stairs, staring up at the stars, and in my hand, holding it up for protection ........ was the goody basket. I had fallen down those stairs and didn't lose a cookie, a square, a rumball, or anything else. And it wasn't like the aluminum foil covering the thing was taped shut or anything. But the cover stayed on as if it was. Hmmmmm guess I was meant to enjoy a rumball or two when I got home hahaha.
Wasn't my only trip down those stairs the "rather quickly" way over the years. They are wooden steps, so my father-in-law put on those rubber tread things to make them safer (after the first time I cleared them). And he was nice enough to not say 'for Patti's sake" hahaha. And each time I took a trip down those stairs the way they weren't intended, he would try to fix them somehow. And usually because it happened in winter, I suffered through the zingers of "shall I help you down the stairs?" "want me to walk out with you?". Ha Ha Ha Thanks anyways. Eventually I wasn't allowed to carry even my purse out the door so I had nothing to put me in harms way.
So, think I took about 4 flying walenda's down those stairs in the winter. And no, not the same winter hahahaha None any other time of year. And actually took time off my circus act for about 6 years.
Until about 3 years ago.
Yep.
Something inside me just had to do a flying walenda down those stairs again.
Totally unexpected. Totally unplanned.
It wasn't even winter !!!!!
It was summer !!
My father in-law had decided that the small deck and the stairs needed repainting. The poor guy never thought to put sand in the paint for the treads. Anything to not make them 'slippery when wet'.
Yep. You guessed it.
It was raining that day............
For My Crackpot Friends
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house."
The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?"
"That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them."
"For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house."
Each of us has our own unique flaw, but it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.
You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
SO, to all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!
One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house."
The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?"
"That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them."
"For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house."
Each of us has our own unique flaw, but it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.
You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
SO, to all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!
Hey You !!
- Hey You !!!!
-
How ya doing? Great to see ya.
Hmmmmmmmmm
One of the hardest things I find to do is blog about myself. And if I carried on sort of a conversation-type-thing to do it?? Well, someone might find the closest padded room and throw me in it !! (ouch)
So now what?? I stare at a blank screen. Hoping the little pussy cat in the corner will talk to me and help me out here. But so far, he’s only stared at me, twitched his ears, scratched, cleaned a leg and I’m sure he’s contemplating a snooze any time now. Sheesh!! Ohhhhhhhh just great !! He’s got blue paint on his paws and decided to decorate. Hang on, I have to clean up before I can continue ….
Ok. I’m back. Now where was I??
Oh, yeah. I wasn’t anywhere, was I??
(looks around to see if something else needs attending to – nothing that can’t wait, darnitall hehehe)
See? If we were having a chin wag ala Tom (I_C_Y_U_R),, then I can and do come out with the darndest things and make you question your sanity talking to me. But I’m not good at a group setting and I’m trying to get that idea out of my head – that what I’m doing at the moment is talking to a group. Doesn’t matter if only one or two people read it. Just ask baba over on my friends list. I am mostly very quiet (for the most part *wink* ) in a chat room, but can be a little more gabby in an IM.
Soooooooooooo ummmmmmmmmm
Great to see ya.
Wait. I said that already, didn’t I?? ooopsies
Well, it is.
fiddles with hair and messes it up. Goes to bathroom to brush it – need to look my best for this ya know. Won’t tell you I’m having a lazy day and still in my nightgown and slippers (feet got cold – much prefer barefeet so my tootsies can breathe)
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry the other day. My son (was going to say kid, but as Ninja says in his questionairre blog, only goats have those lol) reminded me sooooo much of my dad when I was much younger. My dad, one night, was reading a book, listing to music on the radio, and had a hockey game going on the tv. Well!! There is my son …. Hockey game on the tv, headset on listening to music downloaded onto the PC, and surfing the web !!!! Okay, maybe a little more technology advanced than my dad at the time, but heaven forbid you turned the tv station on either one of them. (an experiment to see if they were paying attention that resulted in me getting an evil eye from the both of them – about 30 years apart hahaha)
Scary isn’t it??
Well. Maybe not.
I had posted a comment on Tom’s page about ‘wacky sense of humours being contagious’. But I got thinking about it and now am wondering if they are actually inherited instead. You know … a WSOH being passed down the gene pool sort of thing. And only because I’m not sure one can easily influence the type of anothers’ sense of humour. One either has a wacky one, a dry one, etc
There’s my dad. He can be out splitting wood for the wood stove. But when he sits down to tell you about it, you end up with sore cheeks from laughin’ so much.
There’s my son. He doesn’t talk (birth defect) but his wacky sense of humour comes out in his antics. Mostly when he’s bowling – the gestures – imitating Hulk Hogan at times (and others), flexing his biceps when he gets a strike etc. Dropping flat on his back when the ball goes way off in left field or something. Mom laughs while blushing. Good thing his teammates laugh..Most people do, but mom does have to stay on top of him that he doesn’t throw others off their game.
Then there’s me. And no, I’m not going to tell. Wouldn’t want to scare you off. Hahahaha
And the cat in the corner just went for a nap.
Hmmmmmmmmm sounds like a good idea. *wink*
Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)
Words by Mary Schmich, artists Baz Luhrmann and Quindon Tarver
The words in Mary's article say '97, but the 'song' says '99.
Words to live by ....
| Everybody's Free (to wear sunscreen) |
| Mary Schmich Chicago Tribune |
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97... wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are NOT as fat as you imagine. Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing. Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss. Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch. Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone. Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. But trust me on the sunscreen. |
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