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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Boys of March

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

Lord Protect My Child @ Yahoo! Video

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

The Folds of Eternity

Time folds around itself
Even though there is no crease
No turn and no set direction
Continually and simultaneously
All things are one
Boundless and limitless and eternal

He created
He spoke
Not at the beginning
But within The Beginning
The Lord created all that is
There was no beginning as we think it to be
Just as there is no end

Eternity folds in on itself
Shapeless and formless
But not without order and purpose
It expands and it dances and shifts
Eternity is not a constant fixed measure
It is not a line from here to there

Out of the vast free and formless nature
Of Love itself
He created all that is
And all that ever will be
As tomorrow existed in The Beginning
So I also
I existed even then and was with Him.
A created child
Not begotten but eternal
As I’ve been promised The Eternal Future
Also have I an Eternal Past
They are one in the same
© Rachelle

"It's About To Begin"
by Robin Trower

Lyrics:
If you stand in the light, you get the feel of the ride
And the music that plays in your ears
In your head you can hear, a voice so sweet and clear
And the music that plays in your head
As it flows up from the ground, taking all who hear that sound
Close your eyes, its about to begin

Hardly daring to breath, a new life you perceive
You try hard not to break the spell
While at once it seems both, so far and yet so close
If you reach out to touch, it will be gone
As it flows up from the ground, taking all who hear that sound
Close your eyes, its about to begin
Close your eyes, its about to begin
Close your eyes, its about to begin
Close your eyes, its about to begin
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Leala Remembers

This seems to me that it would fit in nicely into the story of Sedrick and Leala. Just not sure where in the story or exactly how. But I'll call it "Leala Remembers"

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She wakes from her sleep, as if the moon had shattered. What can break the moon, aside from the memories that seem as though they were three liftimes ago. She had walked upon that other world, hadn't she? That place where color blazed on every leaf and blade, as if the stars were rainbows. The mere recollection is as a chant of joy that leaps into the heart, driven and swift, and beckons with the fury of beating wings.

At moments she watches, as they swim in sunlight and in shadowy depths of water warmed by the piercing light. Light that spread out in long sharp rays across the surface, leaving colored sparkles like a million butterflies. And they swim, as if floating, among straight tall stems of green grasses that dance against blue of sacred waters.

She remembers, as if her ressurection was finally at hand, the two as they crawl together over the rim onto the shore and sand. She listens from behind closed eyelids to the verses that sometimes sank so deep into her heart she had to strain to hear them. She opens her eyes to the silver sky and remembers the secret places, the caverns and mystical springs.

But noone else seems to notice. Noone sees her remember or hears the chants and verses. Noone else knows of the caverns or the deepness of waters or the warmth of the sand or the sparkeling butterflies. They don't feel the longing or the wishing for that land or that time. Perhaps they were never there. Or maybe it was just a dream. And so, she will choose to forget again, until the next morning when she wakes.

© Rachelle

"Drops Of Jupiter"
by Train

Lyrics:

Now that shes back in the atmosphere
With drops of jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that theres time to change, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like june, hey, hey

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there

Now that shes back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
She checks out mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that theres time to grow, hey, hey

Now that shes back in the atmosphere
Im afraid that she might think of me as plain ol jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way
And tell me, did venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know youre wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone
Conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me

Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the milky way

Lollie Girl

March 21 will be my baby girl's birthday.

Happy Birthday, Lollie Girl.
No way I can ever hear this song

and not picture you, dancing around the room.

"Home"
by Dishwalla




Lyrics :

I'm so sick and tired
of all these things
that drag me down
I've got no where to go
they say that life
is in these hands
you give everything
you give yourself away you give
and still you choke
and find yourself running for the door

come and take me
home
lead me to your door
take me where you are
lead me to your door
at least just for a while

its some kind of life
forever days
we're in the cold
unfamiliar way
so take this fear
and fade it out
it won't make me sad
cause I get sentimental lord
in other ways
and I don't want to let me down here anymore

so come and take me home
lead me to your door
take me where you are
lead me to your door
and let me in
just let me in
and let me leave
just let me leave this world
come on now let me leave this world
at least just for a while

Untitled

His Presence is immeasurable
and without dimension
Not object or subject
Eternally moving
Timeless in procession
Purposeful in motion
yet unchanging

© Rachelle

Voice Of The Cosmos

The voice of the cosmos is His. With currents of soundless sound He formed both earth and sky. Yet it is not the stars you preceive, but their labor, as it is not the flower but its movement. Be released from the image of forms. Let your thoughts rest on the wind of storms, the pitch of the lark, the beauty of a bud atop its stems, and the breath of a psalm.

© Rachelle
(Rewritten from a 2007 piece)

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Without Distinction

Be aware of your selves
without distinction between the two
Wait for the eternal and the revealing
Be present in stillness
but cease not seeking or moving
The weaver weaves endlessly
The two are braided into one thread

You are, but are not
You are that which He designs
Yield to the entwining
For to refuse it is arrogance
You are not Him but His Will
Names are of no consequence
And for this you should rejoice

Lose yourself in the expanding view
And you will understand
The mystery of oneness
Now there is only acceptance
There are those who look upon you
What shall they witness?
Let eternal sky be visible
Through the windows of your spirits
And the revealing be revealed
Care not as much for the name of things
As the design they form
Patterns made by His hand

© Rachelle LeCount

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Happy Birthday to a special son in law.

I'll spare him the humiliation of providing his name,
but he did make a lovely bridesmaid.

To My Brother

I was recently surprised to find a package in the mail containing some old family photos. This picture was included. That's me, holding my newborn brother. Beside me are sister and other brother.

Upon seeing this picture, my brother commented that it looked like a photo taken back during the depression. I found his comment quite funny because there are a few distant family members (and I use the word family only for clarity sake because I don't and never did consider them family) have believed my siblings and I to have come from 'poor white trash'

Well, that's actually not true, regardless of appearances. Back then, children played barefoot outside during those long southern summer days. Not so anymore of course, but that's how it was then. Though they never saw this picture. Their opinion was formed more on their own over inflated sense of importance - typical overachieving snobs, that they are.

I have a particular pride regarding the mixture of yankee blood and southern roots. The best of both perhaps. My lineage surely is not that of anything I'd call 'trash' though I am definitely a white girl and we had some 'poor' years.

French, on my father's side and what my grandfather called Pennsylvania Dutch on my mother's and born on a cold Indiana morning, raised in the heat of the southern sun. I claim the best of both worlds. It's a legacy of blood and circumstance. For all it's goods and bads, it's made me who I am.

So, this song is dedicated to my brother - the one I'm holding in the picture. When he was a baby he liked hearing the radio. The following song was popular one on the local AM station around that time. I still like the song and when I hear it, it reminds me of those lazy days that summer he was born.

[Note: A year or so after the picture was taken, that house burned down]



Hearken, my beloved brethren, Hath not God chosen the poor of this world rich in faith, and heirs of the kingdom which he hath promised to them that love him? But ye have despised the poor. Do not rich men oppress you, and draw you before the judgment seats? Do not they blaspheme that worthy name by the which ye are called? [James 2:5-7]

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Songs In Contrast

This is a moving and quite touching song. The lyrics are captioned in the video as well.

"Imagine"
By Mercy Me


 Lyrics:

I can only imagine
What it will be like
When I walk by your side

I can only imagine
What my eyes will see
When your face is before me
I can only imagine
I can only imagine

[Chorus:]
Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel
Will I dance for you Jesus or in awe of you be still
Will I stand in your presence or to my knees will I fall
Will I sing hallelujah, will I be able to speak at all
I can only imagine

I can only imagine
I can only imagine
When that day comes and I find myself
Standing in the Son

I can only imagine
When all I will do
Is forever forever worship You
I can only imagine
I can only imagine

[Chorus]

I can only imagine
I can only imagine
When all I will do
Is forever, forever worship you
I can only imagine...


In contrast to the song above and in connection with my statement below (yesterday) about bad-ass songs, here's an example of what I mean. Love this one. It puts me in a particular state that a friend of mine refers to as "Hunter's Mind" It's the official video, so let's hope youtube doesn't disable it. And besides, Jon Bon Jovi is totally sexy when he sings this song. What can I say? He just is.
"Blaze Of Glory"
By Bon Jovi


Lyrics:
I wake up in the morning and I raise my weary head
I got an old coat for a pillow and the earth was last nights bed
I dont know where Im going, only God knows where Ive been
Im a devil on the run, a six gun lover, a candle in the wind
When youre brought into this world they say youre born in sin
Well at least they gave me something I didnt have to steal or have to win
Well they tell me that Im wanted yeah Im a wanted man
Im colt in your stable Im what cain was to abel, mister catch me if you can
Im going down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
Im going down in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first but I drew first blood
Im no ones son - call me young gun
You ask about my consience and I offer you my soul
You ask if Ill grow to be a wise man, well I ask if Ill grow old
You ask me if I known love and what its like to sing songs in the rain
Well,Ive seen love come and Ive seen it shot down, Ive seen it die in vain
Shot down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
cause Im going down in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first, but I drew first blood
Im the devils son - call me young gun
Each night I go to bed, I pray the lord my soul to keep
No I aint looking for forgiveness but before Im six foot deep
Lord,i got to ask a favor, and Ill hope youll understand
cause Ive lived life to the fullest, let the boy die like a man
Staring down the bullet, let me make my final stand
Shot down in a blaze of glory
Take me now but know the truth
Im going out in a blaze of glory
Lord I never drew first, but I drew first blood
And Im no ones son - call me young gun
Im a young gun....

Song Of Imagery

I wrote this many years ago, but have revised it a time or two, over the course of time.

A Song of Imagery

I thought I heard the crashing sea, in waves of brittle sound,
But it was only youth’s own song of yesterday unbound.
The air that lay, unleashed and clear, within a second spoke
And as the message fell upon my heart enchantment woke.

I thought I saw a crystal globe, within an emerald light
A picture of a green-gold moon set spinning in the night.
I felt the tempting passages, poetic and so frail,
And tried to grasp the shining core, it’s mysteries to unveil.

But in an instant, cleanly, it shattered in my hand.
As fleeting as a dream released, it fell to earth like sand.
Through my fingers, clutched not held, the meaning came then went.
Though for that moment it was mine, ‘tis now a treasure spent.

Today an emerald promise brings – that gold alluring light,
And then becomes a memory, a crystal dream by night.
Reach toward tomorrow only, though fragile it’s still free.
And yet it too will soon become a song of imagery.

© Rachelle LeCount

Me in 1982



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Listen to the Music

Oh yeah.... While I'm thinking about it, let me remind you to listen to some music every day. It's food for the soul. The language of angels and perhaps a few devils as well.

Okay. So maybe not devils exactly but music can be a bit bad-ass at times too, which on occassion can be beneficial. Gotta raise a little hell on your way to heave, afterall.

Marooned

Speaking of Back To Heaven, this is a song that's very close to my heart. It's a lovely and haunting instrumental.

Afterall, at times that's how it feels - He sent me to this danged planet, now I'm marooned here until that great day when all things are made new again, and I'm finally my true self again.

The visuals of this particular video are pretty good too.

"Marooned"
by Pink Floyd