the music of the people |
Do you hear the people sing?Singing the song of angry men?It is the music of a peopleWho will not be slaves again!When the beating of your heartEchoes the beating of the drumsThere is a life about to ...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Jul 2009 08:35:00 GMT |
finally |
"...Plans are deliberately indefinite, more to travel than to arrive anywhere. We are just vacationing. Secondary roads are preferred. Paved county roads are the best, state highways are next. Fre...
Posted by on Sun, 10 May 2009 13:04:00 GMT |
harmony |
This afternoon, I am moving into my new apartment. It is in the historic district of a small (and, I must say, quaint) town about forty-five minutes from where I've lived these past few y...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Nov 2008 12:31:00 GMT |
a reason to celebrate |
An extraordinary event occurred very, very early this morning in a lightning-quick moment long before the dawning of the day that was yet to be: it became October.
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Posted by on Thu, 02 Oct 2008 02:51:00 GMT |
nary a wobble |
In my former life I competed, then coached, upper-level gymnastics. I spent twenty-four years involved in the amazing, amazing sport. I knew it so well. And I loved, lo...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Jun 2008 20:53:00 GMT |
an update |
Well, I know it's been a while since I posted words here in computer-land. I've taken time to delve deeper into me than ever before a journey, of sorts. The result? Well, I've come...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 11:30:00 GMT |
harmony in space |
(even though it is nearly 1:00 a.m. on Wednesday, I'm going to alter the time on this posting to read as Tuesday to keep in line with all that I've written about today) &nbs...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 20:59:00 GMT |
an un-grand, un-epic day |
If you've read my blogs from the start, you know that blue jays and cardinals have a special place in my thoughts. You also know that in my private refuge, there is a ca...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Oct 2007 20:52:00 GMT |
just another day |
Another long Wednesday is done. I am tired, but with a contented feeling through knowing that I put in a good day's work. The deep, deep breath I took and the ensu...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 20:27:00 GMT |
plant philosophy, pt. II: orchards |
My dad has begun the painstakingly time-consuming process of restoring to its original wood the ceiling of the living room in his house, gently scraping away layers of near-an...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 10:39:00 GMT |
