…Christmas is coming!
…”Dance me to the end of love”
Another legend leaves…
Back in time…
According to Buddha
Release for constructive purposes the power you already have, and more will come. Move on your path with unflinching determination, using all the attributes of success. Tune yourself with the creative power of spirit.
chapter one we didn’t really get along
chapter two i think i fell in love with you
you said you’d stand by me in the middle of chapter three
but you were up to your old tricks in
chapters four, five and six
and i’m giving you a longing look
everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
everyday i write the book
East Central Alberta, Canada, Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village ~ August 2015.
“They always asked that question; a subtle reminder that she was not one of them.”Naomi Sepiso, a Kenyan-Zambian immigrant living in Australia, explores identity and belonging.
Ghosts of horses tend to come in different guises, some of them benevolent and some of them more inclined towards the Apocalypse. The story that is linked with Old Castle Lachlan is moving and gentle, touched by the sadness of Culloden
Beautiful to watch this unique bond between man and horse.
“Water is the driving force in nature.”
― Leonardo da Vinci
Photographs taken by me of home country after recent heavy rains.
For those who endorse awarding Bob Dylan the Nobel Prize in Literature, the question might be: Why did the Swedish Academy wait so long? For those who oppose: A songwriter?
But there is never an expiration date on the acknowledgment of excellence, and Mr. Dylan is much more than a songwriter. One may quarrel that the award delays what appears to be the inevitable recognition by the academy of novelists Haruki Murakami and Philip Roth, among others, or that a composer for musical theater like Stephen Sondheim is the place to begin if songs are considered literature. But no one who knows Mr. Dylan’s work and its impact on his and subsequent generations of authors and composers can dispute its high quality.
To the point of whether the words to songs comprise literature: It is the rare lyric that can stand on its own without the rhythm the music provides…
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“…is the tide that pulls out to sea, but always returns to kiss the shore at sunrise.”
― Shannon L. Alder
Beautiful image found here.
His song is tuned for his to-day,
With hope and promise for the morrow;
More lofty notes are upward sent,
But none more simple and content,
None cheerfuller in work and play
Than that of the song-sparrow.
Philip Henry Savage
Complete poem can be found here.
I hear the voice
I hear the war
I hear the sound on a distant shore
I feel the spirit of yesterday
I touch the past when the pipers play…
Lyrics found here.
When the Pipers Play Video by The Gordon Highlanders
Photography taken by yours truly at the Edinburgh Military Tattoo in Melbourne earlier this year.
Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.
Image source: Sardaka
Never discard that which is broken for there is a lesson in life that awaits its birth.
Yes, our people have done the greatest things.
They’ve explored the deepest trenches,
Climbed the highest mountains,
Even travelled to the moon and back.
But we can be fragile things,
Broken by folly and fault,
Taken by tide and turbulence,
Wrought by death and accident.
And we can be mended,
Healed by truth and trust,
Bandaged by season and time,
Recovered by friends and family.
We are fragile things
Broken by loss and fixed with love.
Kintsugi (also known as kintsukuroi) is the Japanese art of fixing broken pottery with lacquer dusted with gold or silver. You may have seen these bowls or vases and they have these beautiful veins of colour across them, where the pottery has been put back together.
This art inspired this piece. I love the idea that something strong, like a bowl or vase, can be broken quite easily, and while one might toss it aside, the other fixes it, and does so…
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