hAngIng Tree

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where I told you to run
So we’d both be free
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree

 

Irish Blessing

 

May there always be work for your hands to do,

May your purse always hold a coin or two.

May the sun always shine on your windowpane,

May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain.

May the hand of a friend always be near you,

May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

 

 

Cabin.2

And then there was music. A lovely white baby grand Young Chang.  The sound rises up to fill the entire open interior.

I bought a cabin

I recently bought a cabin in Hesperus, Colorado.  I love it thus far.  I intend on making upgrades to it, including meditation gardens.  I will be documenting the changes here on my blog.  I’m a green thumb and am super excited about the greenhouse.  I also don’t mind the sauna and jacuzzi.

Oh!  I also have a big huge pond!  Pics of that coming.

I purchased all of the internal furniture on Facebook Marketplace for $2,630.  Including a baby grand Wang Chung.

I will be bringing in solar panels to provide energy source for both home and pond.

The Road Less Traveled

Two roads diverged in a wood and I – I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference. ~Robert Frost

Meditation

When was the last time you spent a quiet moment just doing nothing – just sitting and looking at the sea, or watching the wind blowing the tree limbs, or waves rippling on a pond, a flickering candle or children playing in the park? ~Ralph Marston

Misty Rose

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. ~Anais Nin

After the Storm

And after the storm,
I run and run as the rains come
And I look up, I look up,
On my knees and out of luck,
I look up.

Night has always pushed up day
You must know life to see decay
But I won’t rot, I won’t rot
Not this mind and not this heart,
I won’t rot.

And I took you by the hand
And we stood tall,
And remembered our own land,
What we lived for.

But there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

And now I cling to what I knew
I saw exactly what was true
But oh no more.
That’s why I hold,
That’s why I hold with all I have.
That’s why I hold.

I won’t die alone and be left there.

Well I guess I’ll just go home,
Oh God knows where.
Because death is just so full and man so small.
Well I’m scared of what’s behind and what’s before.

And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.

Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair. (Mumford & Sons)

Flowing Water

“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.”

― Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad

Bird on a Barbed Wire

 

“Like a bird on a wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir,
I have tried in my way to be free!!”

~Leonard Cohen