Friday, September 22, 2017

Equinox ramble

Good Greetings, Gentle Readers,

Merry Mabon,  Equinox Blessings

At this turning part of the year, with the past solidly behind me, I found myself on the edge of a reflection of years past, nothing solid everything mutable and moving, but still beautiful, and spreading invitingly ahead of me.
 It seems to me that  because the Equinox marks the halves of the year, growing and dormant  It is a time for looking back in thanksgiving and forward with hope, the transitions, or thresholds, that  make up the path thru life, from plenty to scarcity and back again; from mental work to physical work and so forth.  Flowing slowly from one to the other, the Solstices are reminders to stop, celebrate, plan and prepare. 

At  some point I decided to begin wishing people a Blessed Equinox,  and was pleasantly surprised by most people's response.   Unlike our ancestors, we aren't confined by distance or even by climate, we are still admonished  that we are not the masters of winds, weather and waves.  the length of the day, the amount of sunshine and blue skies still effects our moods, as we move through the seasons.  We are now much more free to enjoy the changing world,  still finding some  seasons less comfortable, less happy, or more enjoyable.   For our ever increasing separation form nature,the changing seasons might be hardwired into out souls and moods.






Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Tennesee Ernie Ford, sings Amazing Grace

If you know me at all you know you are unlikely to find me in a church on a Sunday morning.   But Amazing Grace became a favorite probably the first time I heard it.

Many years ago in a place called childhood, when radios were big and clunky and didn't run on batteries, also they were much more common that TV, there was a program on everyday at noon called the Tennessee Ernie Ford Show. 


It was probably sponsored by Ford Motor company, or anyway that is what made sense to my little kiddo brain.  He had guests and told stories, well that was a long time ago and I have forgotten alot. But never that  incredible voice.  When he sang  "16 Tons of number 9 coal..." it gave me chills. 
Living  much of my young life just down the road from a coal mine, and even closer to a coal tipple, and being an inquisitive, pesty child I am sure I asked my uncles if they shoveled that much coal when came home in the evening coated with black dust, also remember how I wondered why their glasses were clean if the rest of them was so dirty.



My grandmother was a church musician and I think we listened so she could hear the Spirituals, though. Thanks to the wonders of YOUTUBE I can now share the  song that hat has stayed with me ever since.




Tuesday, September 19, 2017

wooden xylophone in the woods

Smitten by the image and sound of a xylophone in the forest, I  keep watching this video and try to image  it in along my favorite woodland path.   Truly I am at a loss for words.








Xylophone of forest

  • An art made of material fir and maple grown in Hokkaido. Roll a ball from the top of the xylophone and enjoy the tone.
  • You can find a vending machine placed at the top the xylophone and purchase a ball cost you 300 JPY for one. Play with the ball as many times you want and bring it back home as a souvenir. Don't forget the ball next time you come back to play with xylophone.
  • The keyboard is simply placed and set on the pedestal to make the sound better. In case the keyboard comes off or fall down, please return it to the original position in consideration for the next users.
  • This service takes a rest for xylophone protection on a rainy day




Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring


Jesus, joy of man's desiring
Holy wisdom, love most bright
Drawn by Thee, our souls aspiring
Soar to uncreated light

Word of God, our flesh that fashioned
With the fire of life impassioned
Striving still to truth unknown
Soaring, dying round

Thy throne Jesus, joy of man's desiring
Holy wisdom, love most bright
Drawn by Thee, our souls aspiring
Soar to uncreated light

Word of God, our flesh that fashioned
With the fire of life impassioned
Striving still to truth unknown
Soaring, dying round Thy throne

JS Bach

Sorta silent Snday looking at country


There is a phrase in a Loretta Lynn song something like "when your looking at me your looking at country" and in an interview she explained that it meant just driving around looking at things.  


















haiku ~~~ dream house



curtains and sunrise
have I  dreamed  this simple room
and I dream again

Tuesday, September 12, 2017