Seagull

  
I love this song.

Seagull
Bad Company



Lyrics:

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Seagull you fly across the horizon
into the misty morning sun
nobody asked you where you are goin
nobody knows where you're from

Here is a man asking the question
is this really the end of the world
seagull you must of known for a long time
the shape of things to come

Now you fly through the sky
never asking why
and you fly, all around
till somebody shoots you down

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Seagull you fly across the horizon
into the misty morning sun
nobody asked you where you are going
nobody knows where you're from
Now you fly through the sky
never asking why
and you fly all around
till somebody shoots you down

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Seagull you fly, seagull you fly away
and you'll fly away, today
and you'll fly away, tomorrow
and you'll fly away, leave me to my sorrow

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fly to your tomorrow, leave me to my sorrow
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A Love Symphony

I read a poem by Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy on another blog which prompted me to search out other of his poems. This one struck me this morning as being particularly nice. Hope you enjoy it.

A Love Symphony
 
Along the garden ways just now
I heard the flowers speak;
The white rose told me of your brow,
The red rose of your cheek;
The lily of your bended head,
The bindweed of your hair:
Each looked its loveliest and said
You were more fair.

I went into the wood anon,
And heard the wild birds sing
How sweet you were; they warbled on,
Piped, trilled the self-same thing.
Thrush, blackbird, linnet, without pause,
The burden did repeat,
And still began again because
You were more sweet.

And then I went down to the sea,
And heard it murmuring too,
Part of an ancient mystery,
All made of me and you.
How many a thousand years ago
I loved, and you were sweet—
Longer I could not stay, and so
I fled back to your feet.


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Secret Garden
Bruce Springsteen
 

Happiness

 
Everyone's life story has a happiest chapter - a moment or series of moments in which is found the deepest contentment, bliss and spiritual awareness. It is in that moment that we may glimpse our truest eternal self.


© Rachelle

Thought for the Day

 
If you like where you are,
don't regret where you've been.
Because you wouldn't be where you are today
without having been where you were.

 


 

Moon River

This song is very close to my heart.

"Moon River"
Performed by Eric Clapton and Jeff Beck

Lamontagne & Mofro

I've been listening to the latest by Ray Lamontagne and JJ Grey & Mofro.
It's really good listening. So I figured I might as well post my favorites from
their CDs. If I can narrow it down.

I'm not sure if I like this one best or "Gotta Know"


"King Hummingbird"
JJ Grey and Mofro



A crown of red, king hummingbird
There upon your perch, say the word
And I’ll fall down on my knees and beg
For the life I took from you my king
Oh this empty thing I’ve done
Everywhere I go, I feel you there
Do you even know me?
Do you even care?
The deepest green, and rainbow blue
As delicate and light, as morning dew
Beating wings they whisper, a baby’s breath
Filling me with wonder, for all that is
But I took careful aim and I made no sound
For no reason I can think of now
Oh this empty thing I’ve done
Everywhere I go, I feel you there


There are some great tracks on Lamontagne's CD too. This is the title track, which I love. It's beautiful though somewhat haunting. It's written as something of a love letter. One of my other favorites off the CD is "Devil's in the Jukebox"

"God Willin' & the Creek Don't Rise"
Ray Lamontagne




Caroline,

In the mountains the sun sets up in ribbons so high, it's like I don't ever wanna get old... don't ever wanna die. We been seein' steady rain, 'bout to drive us all insane, nearly lost a few head up in the pines. At night, when some of the boys get to talking up their girls back home, you know I tell 'em there ain't none as fine as mine. I can hear old Chapman sayin' come morning we'll break the range, be pushin' hard now for the plains.

I close my eyes and I can see you... I close my eyes and I can feel you here. God willin' an the creek don't rise, I'll be home again before this time next year. Though I fear this fever won't break...

-All my love

Silence

  
Obviously I don't have much to say lately,
so I'll just let you listen to some nice music.



  

Gaza Freedom March

25th May 2010

Over the new year 2009-2010, an international group of 1500 men and women from 42 nations went to Egypt to join a Freedom March to Gaza. They did this to protest the current blockade of Gaza. To protest the fact that the people of Gaza live in a virtual prison. To protest the fact that a year after the terror attack by Israeli armed forces destroyed most of their homes, hospitals, schools, and other public buildings, they have no possibility to rebuild because their borders are closed. The would be Freedom Marchers wanted to peacefully draw attention to the predicament of the Palestinian population of Gaza. The Egyptian government, (funded to the tune of $2.1 billion a year, by us, the US tax payers), would not allow the marchers to approach Gaza. How lame is that? And how predictable! I live in the USA and during this time Dec 25th 2009-Jan3rd 2010 I saw no reference to Gaza or the Freedom March or the multi national protesters gathered there. Anyway I was moved, in the circumstances, to record a new version of " We shall overcome". It seems appropriate.

Roger Waters

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A Saint Of Me

A great tune by The Stones

"Saint Of Me"



Saint Paul the persecutor
Was a cruel and sinful man
Jesus hit him with a blinding light
And then his life began
I said yeah
I said yeah

Augustin knew temptation
He loved women, wine and song
And all the special pleasures
Of doing something wrong
I said yeah
I said yeah

I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me

And could you stand the torture
And could you stand the pain
Could you put your faith in Jesus
When you're burning in the flames

And I do believe in miracles
And I want to save my soul
And I know that I'm a sinner
I'm gonna die here in the cold
I said yes, I said yeah

I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me

I thought I heard an angel cry
I thought I saw a teardrop falling from his eye

John the Baptist was a martyr
But he stirred up Herod's hate
And Salome got her wish
To have him served up on a plate
I said yes
I said yeah

I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me

I thought I heard an angel cry
I thought I saw a teardrop falling from his eye
I thought I saw an angel cry

You'll never make a saint of me
You'll never make a saint of me

The Bug

Another thing that was interesting while we were on vacation was the giant bug we saw hanging out on the porch outside the hotel. Don't get me wrong, it's a nice hotel, but I'd never seen a bug like this, ever in my life. And the thing was huge.

At first hubby thought it was a moth. But it's neck was too long and it had huge pinchers. I guess they're called mandibles, but anyway... the thing must have been almost 4 inches long.

I'm not bug lover but I am curious and determined and I decided I was going to find out what sort of bug that was. I asked a couple locals, including the desk clerks at various times over the weekend but even they had never seen a bug like this.

Finally, on the last night we were there I got out the laptop and started searching online. Well, turns out the thing was a male Dobsonfly They can get up to 5 inches long with their mandibles increasing that length by another inch. Though the females only have short pinchers. Fearsome looking things but evidently pretty harmless.

All that is to say that once I get my mind set on solving a puzzle, it's very difficult for me to let it go without solving it.

Mystic Opal

First, let me mention that I bought a beautiful Ethiopian Opal while on vacation in Helen Ga this past weekend. Needless to say, I was excited to stop by ZuZu's Petals Rock Shop. My plan was to purchase something to match the Lapis Luzuli (which I often hear called lapis or lapisluzi) earrings I bought last year but when I saw the opal I knew I had to have it. Funny how things work out in such a cosmic kind of way. Things happen the way they're supposed to happen. There's a serendipitous aspect to life, which by no means rules God out of the equation, but to me seems all the more indicative of His guiding hand. The key, I think, is yielding to it... being open to it.

This is a bit sad, but I cannot remember the lady's name who owns and runs the shop. And if by chance she reads this, I really wish she'd send me an email and refresh my memory.

Oh, and I also bought a nice little Agate bracelet. Really cute. (At least I think it's agate. I have a hard time remember the names of things unfortunately)

ZuZu's Petals - Related posts: July 6, 2009 August 1, 2008


"Into The Mystic"
The Wallflowers




Now, here's something I wrote a while back....

"Small Ones"

Small ones came
On winter snow
From places
Only angels go
The reason why
They did not know

She saw him walk
This barren land
Watched him fly
The mountains grand
Wondered when
He'd take his stand

Which one did cried
Those secret tears
That spill at night
From childhood fears
Denied in vain
As daylight nears

A task too great
For such a heart
The boy too big
For such a part
In wars that children
Never start

Yet had he known
The watchers 'round
Had sent the other
Hurled to ground
The worth of which
Be still unfound

Laid there to claim
If but he would
It was a thing
Not understood
Hid just within
Deep shaded wood

Who with willing
Eyes might see
The one that casts
Love's gaze on thee
To draw you near
And given free

The question rendered
Could he know
And gather to him
Secrets shown
Why too she came
On winter snow

© Rachelle

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Don't You Forget

"Don't You"
By Simple Minds





Hey, hey, hey ,hey
Ohhh...

Won’t you come see about me?
I’ll be alone, dancing you know it baby

Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love’s strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on

Slow change may pull us apart
When the light gets into your heart, baby

Don’t you forget about me
Don’t don’t don’t don’t
Don’t you forget about me

Will you stand above me?
Look my way, never love me
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down

Will you recognise me?
Call my name or walk on by
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down, down

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ohhhh.....

Don’t you try and pretend
It’s my feeling we’ll win in the end
I won’t harm you or touch your defenses
Vanity and security

Don’t you forget about me
I’ll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Going to take you apart
I’ll put us back together at heart, baby

Don’t you forget about me
Don’t don’t don’t don’t
Don’t you forget about me

As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
When you walk away

Or will you walk away?
Will you walk on by?
Come on - call my name
Will you all my name?

I say
La la la...

Outside the Window

He comes every night to the window and whispers his secrets. But the words rarely make it past the boundaries of my ears and I strain to hear, but cannot.

I long for him to speak my words for me, so that I can hear my name. To read the lines between the lines that I cannot see. Or sing the songs I've written for him in my heart, long before we built this house that he cannot seem to let himself enter.

And still he comes every night to the window and whispers his secrets. So I ask him if he cries for me, but he does not answer. I ask him if he calls to me, yet the reply is muffled and I feel him strain for an answer, or perhaps to prevent it. How they frighten me - those things unspoken.

What value do I place on truth, if I'd rather remain fixed on hopeful imaginings? Could one wish another's wishes into existence? Would it satisfy? Can a reflection soothe the spirit? Love is made full by the loving.

Yet he stands, just outside that window, and ever so faintly whispers the secrets I cannot hear.

© Rachelle

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Hopes and Gifts

Likewise, ye husbands, dwell with them according to knowledge, giving honour unto the wife, as unto the weaker vessel, and as being heirs together of the grace of life; that your prayers be not hindered.
- 1 Peter 3:7

I have shewed you all things, how that so labouring ye ought to support the weak, and to remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, It is more blessed to give than to receive.
- Acts 20:35

Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.
- Proverbs 13:12





Nothing is more grievous than the disappointment of a raised expectation... hope quite dashed kills the heart, and the more high the expectation was raised the more cutting is the frustration of it. It is therefore our wisdom not to promise ourselves any great matters ... and what we do hope for let us prepare to be disappointed... Nothing is more grateful than to enjoy that which we have long wished and waited for.

(from Matthew Henry's Commentary)

Door of Glass

In my sleep
In the night
He led me to a narrow hallway
In the center a door of glass
No secluding curtains hung
The focus of my attention
Stood opposite the hinged panel
I pressed both palms against the surface
Peering through to the other side
And woke with a sense of longing
Aware of the irony

© Rachelle

"Fugitive"
Indigo Girls



i'm harboring a fugitive
defector of a kind
and she lives in my soul
drinks of my wine
and i'd give my last breath
to keep us alive

are they coming for us
with cameras or guns
we don't know which
but we gotta run
and you say this is not
what i bargained for

so hide yourself for me
all for me

we swore to ourselves
we'd go to the end of the world
but i got caught up in the whirl
and the twirl of it all
a day in the sun
dancing alone
baby i'm so sorry

now it's coming to you
the lessons i've learned
won't do you any good
you've got to get burned
well the curse and the blessing
they're one in the same
baby it's all
such a treacherous gain

hide yourself for me
i said hide yourself for me
all for me

i stood without clothes
danced in the sand
i was aching with freedom
and kissing the damned
i said remember this
as how it should be

oh baby i said
it's all in our hands
got to learn to respect
what we don't understand
we are fortunate ones
fortunate ones
i swear

hide yourself for me
i will hide myself for you
all for you
(i will hide)
all for you
(myself for you)
i will hide myself for you
all for you

i stood without clothes
i danced in the sand
i was aching with freedom
kissing the damned
i said remember this
is how it should be

Society

We have not received the spirit of the world but the Spirit who is from God, that we may understand what God has freely given us. - 1 Corinthians 2:12

Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is--his good, pleasing and perfect will. - Romans 12:2

If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you. - John 15:19