No Thought to Trace

Half moon, bright
in walk of night
clouds clear open space
In evening breeze
'neath stirring trees
no rambling thoughts to trace
'midst summer heat
such fate complete
the self one must replace

© Rachelle

"Picture Of the Moon"
Gary Moore

The Pleiades and a Girl

Then Job replied: "Indeed, I know that this is true. But how can a mortal be righteous before God? Though one wished to dispute with him, he could not answer him one time out of a thousand. His wisdom is profound, his power is vast. Who has resisted him and come out unscathed? He moves mountains without their knowing it and overturns them in his anger. He shakes the earth from its place and makes its pillars tremble. He speaks to the sun and it does not shine; he seals off the light of the stars. He alone stretches out the heavens and treads on the waves of the sea. He is the Maker of the Bear (Arcturus)and Orion, the Pleiades and the constellations of the south. He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted. When he passes me, I cannot see him; when he goes by, I cannot perceive him. [Job 9:1-11 NIV]

I Once Was A Girl

When When I was a girl
and like a girl I did twirl
I dressed puppies in pajamas
and stuck my thumb in pies
blueberry and rhubarb and raisin
When I was a girl
and like a girl I did twirl
I turned kites into paperdolls
and ran from witches
up stairways of soot and cobwebs
When I was a girl
and like girl I did twirl
I formed castles from clay
I sang into spinning fans
that blew through screened windows
When I was a girl
and like a girl I did twirl
I hid in bundles in barns
and popped my cowgirl gun
and kissed a boy and held his hand
When I was a girl
and like a girl did twirl

© Rachelle LeCount

"Dog & Butterfly"
by Heart

Lyrics:

There I was with the old man
Stranded again, so off I'd ran
A young world crashing around me
No possibilities, of gettin' what I need
He looked at me and smiled
Said "No, no, no, no, no child"

See the dog and butterfly
Up in the air he like to fly
The dog and butterfly
Below she had to try
She rolled back down
To the warm soft ground laughing
She don't know why, she don't know why
Dog and butterfly

Well I stumbled upon your secret place
Safe in the trees you had tears on your face
Wrestling with your desires, frozen strangers
Stealing your fires
The message hit my mind
Only words that I could find
Are see the dog and butterfly
Up in the air he like to fly
Dog and butterfly, below she had to try
And she rolled back down to the warm soft ground
While laughing to the sky, up to the sky
Dog and butterfly

We're getting older, the world's getting colder
For the life of me, I don't know the reason why
Maybe it's livin' , making us give in
Hearts rolling in taken back on the tide
We're balanced together, ocean upon the sky

Another night in this strange town
Moonlight holding me light as down
Voice of confusion inside of me
Just begging to go back where I'm free
Feels like I'm through
Then the old man's words are true
See the dog and butterfly (dog and butterfly)
Up in the air he like to fly
Dog and butterfly, below she had to try
And she rolled back down to the warm soft
Ground with a little tear in her eye, yeah
She had to try, she had to try
Dog and butterfly, yeah

Up in the air he like to fly
The dog and butterfly
Below she had to try
And she rolled back down
To the warm soft ground, laughing
She don't know why, but she had to try
She had to try
Dog and butterfly

My sister and me with Poncho, Cisco and Chico
at Grandma's farm Mother's Day 1962

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Barring the Way

From Ecclesiastes 3

To every thing there is a season, and a time to
every purpose under the heaven: a time to be
born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a
time to pluck up that which is planted; A time
to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down,
and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time
to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather
stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to
refrain from embracing; a time to get, and a time
to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep
silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a
time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he
laboureth? I have seen the travail, which God hath
given to the sons of men to be exercised in it.

He hath made every thing beautiful in his time:
also he hath set the world in their heart, so that
no man can find out the work that God maketh
from the beginning to the end. I know that,
whatsoever God doeth, it shall be for ever:nothing
can be put to it, nor any thing taken from it: and
God doeth it,that men should fear before him.

That which hath been is now; and that which is to be
hath already been; and God requireth that which is past.

"Another Time, Another Place"
Robin Trower

Response to a Dream (Sedrick & Diaphanous)

"The dream troubles you?" Diaphanous inquired.

Sedrick wondered if he should, or even could, bring himself to recount the thing. The feeling of it being all too fresh and vivid. But he knew the words of the storyteller, who had stood before him in his sleep - if it was indeed sleep - were not going to go away simply because he'd not repeated them. And so he began to recite the tale the teller had told.

She spent her time waiting for the first breath of life
A love that her heart could call home
When at least it came though yet from a distance
She packed all she had and all that she was
Wrapped up in ribbons and bows and set out to seek its source
At the crossroads she stood, determining her course
Had he'd called from the left or the right she wasn't sure
Tilting her head perhaps to better hear
Standing on tiptoes so she might see farther into the distance
And she wondered how long had she been there
And she thought of time and how it passed
As she watched the others as they went ahead two by two
Toward life and love that their hearts would call home
She stood with her package of all that she was
As the once vivid colors of the ribbons fade
And the flowery bows wilt in the heat of the day
Days that seemed like years and the years longer still
As a picture grows dim and fades out of view
So my vision of her as she waits for his voice
To be her clues and her courage or to say perhaps
Here I am to the east or to the west move toward me
But where is she now the one with her package
Her heart wrapped like a present in wind worn paper
Last I saw her she was still standing at the crossroads
On tiptoes perhaps to see farther into the distance
Wondering how long she'd been there, waiting.

To Sedrick, it seemed as if it wasn't even his own voice he heard as he had repeated the song-like story. But the question didn't remain long. Diaphanous, who now, it seemed, wasn't at all surprised or shaken in the least, and Sedrick wasn't required to wait for long at all before she replied.

"It is a tale of a girl who waited. Yes. A rather sad seeming tale, told through the eyes of a Teller. But I know of another part of that tale - a part of the story the Teller left out, or perhaps wasn't aware of, or even perhaps forgot.

Though the tale might create, for the mind, images of the roads that cross and a girl who stands there, waiting, as if those roads were dry and barren, as if one might see the dust rise on the slightest breeze. Yet if one looks a little closer, just to the side, there is a scene easily overlooked.

There you would see an oasis. A beautifully shaded place of rest and refuge. And a brook, where cool water babbles and sparkles under the light of the full moon. There, under a dogwood tree, he has left for her comforting words, written on by his own hand, on pages that shine like silver tablets.

She reads 'I love you' And with that thought, she rests peacefully, and whispers, 'When I rest here, beneath this tree, beside this brook and read the words you have written and left for me - in those moments I am content.'"

Diaphanous said no more. In the silence, somehow instinctively, Sedrick knew that there must be some connection between this story - the dream - and Leala. He was able to determine so little about her past that he couldn't be sure how. Now, there seemed a kind of glimpse of something he couldn't quite grasp, yet knew was quite real, even though the understanding of it was fleeting.

Sedrick still wasn't used to the fact that Diaphanous often times seemed able to read his thoughts and hadn't expected his ponderings to be interupted by her words, once more.

"Your heart tells you this is part of Leala's story. If I could tell you more, I would do so, but these are questions you must ask Leala."

Yes. He planned to do just that, as soon as he managed to catch up with her on the other side of Belwich, as was their agreement. But at this point it was more a question of "if" than "when."

© Rachelle

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The Heart of a Mother

What mother doesn't know what it means to 'keep' and to 'ponder' in her heart?

"And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds F9 said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us. And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger. And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child. And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds. But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart." [Luke 2:15-19]

"Now his parents went to Jerusalem every year at the feast of the passover. And when he was twelve years old, they went up to Jerusalem after the custom of the feast. And when they had fulfilled the days, as they returned, the child Jesus tarried behind in Jerusalem; and Joseph and his mother knew not of it. But they, supposing him to have been in the company, went a day's journey; and they sought him among their kinsfolk and acquaintance. And when they found him not, they turned back again to Jerusalem, seeking him. And it came to pass, that after three days they found him in the temple, sitting in the midst of the doctors, both hearing them, and asking them questions. And all that heard him were astonished at his understanding and answers. And when they saw him, they were amazed: and his mother said unto him, Son, why hast thou thus dealt with us? behold, thy father and I have sought thee sorrowing. And he said unto them, How is it that ye sought me? wist ye not that I must be about my Father's business? And they understood not the saying which he spake unto them. And he went down with them, and came to Nazareth, and was subject unto them: but his mother kept all these sayings in her heart." [Luke 2:41-51]

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Wishing For Sidewalks

Silently we go, understanding not what lies ahead, but knowing something is missing. Our pack? Our pony? But the daunting darkness reveals not the answer.

Stumbling, we cannot say where we are going, or even where we are. Time drags. Loud footsteps race up from behind and we are frozen with fear.

We wish for successful outcomes, for softer terrain and the smoothness of sidewalks, but none are to be found and outcomes are yet unknown.

There is no compass. No map. There is night. There is sleep. It's tempting to stay safe under the cover of pitched tents and crackling fires, waiting for mornings that never come.

Yet, we know. Somehow we know this is our illusion. It is not real. It is deception.

Though the road be long and wearisome, we have but to move forward following the one who travels ahead. Making the burden that small bit lighter. To simply listen to his guiding call. That voice that soothes if only our souls hear.

© Rachelle LeCount
"Time Waits For Noone"
by The Rolling Stones


Lyrics:
Yes, star crossed in pleasure the stream flows on by
Yes, as we're sated in leisure, we watch it fly
And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me
And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me
Time can tear down a building or destroy a woman's face
Hours are like diamonds, don't let them waste
Time waits for no one, no favours has he
Time waits for no one, and he won't wait for me
Men, they build towers to their passing yes, to their fame everlasting
Here he comes chopping and reaping, hear him laugh at their cheating
And time waits for no man, and it won't wait for me
Yes, time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me
Drink in your summer, gather your corn
The dreams of the night time will vanish by dawn
And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me
And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me
No no no, not for me....

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Mystics & Watchers

Public Service Announcement

Here's a little public service announcement. I think this is generally attributed to Abe Lincoln but I read somewhere that's not the case. Not sure where it came from, really, and it could be a complilation of quotes for all I know. Nonetheless, it makes sense, and that's what matters.

You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich. You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong. You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift. You cannot lift the wage earner up by pulling the wage payer down. You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred. You cannot build character and courage by taking away men's initiative and independence. You cannot help men permanently by doing for them what they could and should do for themselves.

"Everybody Wants to Rule the World"
by Tears For Fears

Lyrics:
Welcome to your life
There's no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you
Acting on your best behaviour
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world
It's my own design
It's my own remorse
Help me to decide
Help me make the most
Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world
There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do I'll be right behind you
So glad we've almost made it
So sad they had to fade it
Everybody wants to rule the world
I can't stand this indecision
Married with a lack of vision
Everybody wants to rule the world
Say that you'll never never never need it
One headline why believe it ?
Everybody wants to rule the world
All for freedom and for pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world

Mommy's Birthday

Well, there she is folks... my mommy. That pretty much says it all.
No wonder my siblings and I are a little nutty. We come by it honestly.

Happy Birthday Mommy. I love you.

"Song Of The Wind"
An instrumental by Santana

Cats

Though I consider myself more of a dog person than a cat person, I had a fondness for furry little critters early on.

In regard to cats, specifically, and their spiritual symbolism (just for fun) here's some information on Animal Totems and what they mean:

Webster's Dictionary defines a totem as: "A natural object, usually an animal that serves as a distinctive, often venerated emblem or symbol – usually a means of personal or spiritual identity."

"Animals afford us visions of how our lives could be if we lived more simply and lived with purity of thought and emotion. Therefore, incorporating animal totems into our lives affirms our spiritual goals."

Source

Cat Symbolism:

Astute
Clever
Secretive
Mysterious
Intelligent
Intuitive
Supernatural
Watchfulness
Selective
Independent

Leala's Refuge

What will it be that she will do?
What fate lies beyond today,
And what will be the recompense for that sacrifice?
Surely it cannot be asked in vain.
The Great Lord would not take so much
Without returning what is lost.
It has been this way since the beginning.
Yet there is weariness.
Where will be her place of respite and refuge?
When does the seeking yield its fruit?
Where there is love, when there is love,
There is her anchorage and her rest.

© Rachelle LeCount

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Sia

A new discovery of sorts. Love this girl. Her voice is so unique and the lyrics are deep.

"Day Too Soon"
by Sia



Lyrics:
Pick me up in your arms
Carry me away from harm
You're never gonna put me down
I know you're just one good man
You'll tire before we see land
You're never gonna put me down

Oh I've been running all my life
I ran away, I ran away from good
Yeah I've been waiting all my life
You're not a day you're not day too soon

Honey I will stitch you
Darling I will fit you in my heart
Honey I will meet you
Darling I will keep you in my heart

You'll risk all this for just a kiss
I promise I will not resist
Promise you won't hold me down
And when we reach a good place
Let's be sure to leave no trace
Promise they won't track us down

Now I've been running all my life
I ran away, I ran away from good
Yeah, I've been waiting all my life
You're not a day, you're not a day too soon

Honey I will stitch you
Darling I will feel you in my heart
Honey I will meet you
Darling I will keep you in my heart

I've been running all my life
I ran away, I ran away from good
Yeah I've been waiting all my life
You're not a day, you're not a day too soon

Oh honey I will stitch you
Darling I will feel you in my heart
Honey I will meet you
Darling I will keep you in my heart

Barring the Way

To those who would harm her
Beware
If she tilts her head, chin raised
You should know
That if you persist she will close the door
To a place into which there is no other point of entry
You can knock
But she will defy you
Ask but she will not open it
There is no compassion
Touch that door and you will feel its coldness
Plead but she will not cry for you
But worse yet
You may never know the way is barred

© Rachelle

The Ignorance of Man

"Send Me An Angel"
by The Scorpions

Lyrics:

Wise man said just walk this way
To the dawn of the light
The wind will blow into your face
As the years pass you by
Hear this voice from deep inside
It's the call of your heart
Close your eyes and you will find
Passage out of the dark

Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star

Wise man said just find your place
In the eye of the storm
Seek the roses along the way
Just beware of the thorns

Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star

Wise man said just raise your hand
And reach out for the spell
Find the door to the promised land
Just believe in yourself
Hear this voice from deep inside
It's the call of your heart
Close your eyes and you will find
The way out of the dark

Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star
Here I am
Will you send me an angel
Here I am
In the land of the morning star

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The Reader

She reviewed my memories
Felt something like feathers
And talked about gardens
And the quiet that gathers
With fingers of static
And persistent amibition
I was rendered receptive
Of embodied conditions
She saw all my fathers
The stairways that fell
And painted some pictures
Of a past life's farewell
An alternate universe
Or some other dimension
A thing I once knew
A familiar retention
That bubbley commotion
As it flashed through my head
A renewed realization
Of something I fled

© Rachelle

"Deja Vu"
Macy Gray

Lyrics:

I've been here before,
I'll be back for more,
Maybe this time I can stay
forever more...

Wonder what the future brings,
Fortune tellers and time machines
I predict what they'll predict for me:
that I keep coming back to you,
(coming back to you),
I keep (coming back to you),
I keep (coming back to you),
hey, I'm (coming back to you).

One day they'll get it right
I will live and I will die
A million times, as long as you are mine,
I keep coming back to you,
(coming back to you),
I keep (coming back to you)...

Go back and go ahead, over again I'll meet you, baby
Tomorrow, yesterday's impossible to leave you, baby
Any way and ev'ry day,
I'll take you baby
They call it deja vu, but I'm, I'm just in love with you
Keep coming back to you (Been here before.)
Coming back to you....

I've been here before.
I'll be back for more.
Maybe this time I can stay.

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Glimpses Of Providence

It's more than a memory
Not quite a vision
The two worlds collide in me
With accomplished precision
It's just a little glimpse of relevance

Like mercury in water
And oceans on sand
Something like a wandering daughter
Who abandoned her land
With seasons as glimpses of evidence

Held down by the question mark
Set free by affection
Spend my time in amusement parks
Gazing at the reflection
Seeing more than a glimpse of providence

© Rachelle

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This month there are two boys (well, I suppose they're men, but anyway...) with birthdays - our sons Ben on the 3rd and Brian on the 23rd. I hope they both enjoy this song. Performed by a fantastic blues artist, Susan Tedeschi.

"Lord Protect My Child"
Performed by Susan Tedeschi
Written by Bob Dylan

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Lyrics:

For his age, he's wise
He's got his mother's eyes
There's gladness in his heart
He's young and he's wild
My only prayer is, if I can't be there,
Lord, protect my child

As his youth now unfolds
He is centuries old
Just to see him at play makes me smile
No matter what happens to me
No matter what my destiny
Lord, protect my child

While the world is asleep
You can look at it and weep
Few things you find are worthwhile
And though I don't ask for much
No material things to touch
Lord, protect my child

He's young and on fire
Full of hope and desire
In a world that's been raped, raped and defiled
If I fall along the way
And can't see another day
Lord, protect my child

There'll be a time I hear tell
When all will be well
When God and man will be reconciled
But until men lose their chains
And righteousness reigns
Lord, protect my child