Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Blinded by Light

Blinded by the light, 
revved up like a deuce, 
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, 
revved up like a deuce, 
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light, 
revved up like a deuce, 
another runner in the night
Madman drummers bummers

--
Manfred Mann's Earth Band

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Old Irish Blessing

May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind always be at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.


Monday, October 29, 2012

The Weight of Lies

The weight of lies will bring you down
And follow you to every town
Cause nothing happens here that doesn’t happen there
So when you run make sure you run
To something and not away from
Cause lies don’t need an aeroplane to chase you anywhere

--
The Avett Brothers

Friday, October 26, 2012

Blessing in the Storm



When I cannot hear the sparrow sing
And I cannot feel the melody
There's a secret place that's full of grace
There's a blessing in the storm
Help me sing it
There's a blessing in the storm


--
Kirk Franklin








Thursday, October 25, 2012

Blessing

Give me a sense of humor,
Give me the grace to see a joke,
To get some pleasure out of life
And pass it on to other folk

--
Anonymous

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Stopping by Woods On a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.   
His house is in the village though;   
He will not see me stopping here   
To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   
To stop without a farmhouse near   
Between the woods and frozen lake   
The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   
To ask if there is some mistake.   
The only other sound’s the sweep   
Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.   
But I have promises to keep,   
And miles to go before I sleep,   
And miles to go before I sleep.

--
Robert Frost




Sunday, October 21, 2012

Cherokee Prayer

As I walk the trail of life
in the fear of the wind and rain,
grant O Great Spirit
that I may always walk
like a man


Thursday, October 18, 2012

Photo






All three of these photos are from Switzerland, I took them when I was there over the summer :)

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Blessing

I've read all the books but one
Only remains sacred: this
Volume of wonders, open
Always before my eyes

--
Kathleen Raine

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Meditation

Breath.
Slowly.
In through your nose.
Out through your mouth.

Shake out your hands.
Loosen your torso.
Roll your neck.
Release your shoulders.

Close your eyes.
Continue to be aware of your breathing.
Let go of you stress.
Think of nothing.

Just breath.
Because you are you.

Monday, October 15, 2012

I Would Be Sad

You know me; I've always been the kind with easy confidence.
Confident enough to honestly believe that nothing out there stopping me,
Especially not someone who's not loving me.
Now listen here I told you I could live on with out loving you.
I was bluffing then, but it seems that just might have been the truth.
Well my dad told me, 
"One day son, this girl will think of what she's done and hurting you will be the first of many more
regrets to come."
And he said, "If she doesn't call, then it's her fault and it's her loss."
I say, "It's not that simple see, but then again it just may be."

--
The Avett Brothers

Sunday, October 14, 2012

River Feeling

River feeling is
As simple as
Closing your eyes
For a moment.

Everything flows like river

River feeling is
As smooth as
Everything after
The first step.

Everything flows like river

River feeling is
easy as forgetting
Walking boots.

Everything flows like river

River feeling is
nice as
iron ties
Coming off.

Everything flows like river
Everything flows like river
Everything flows like river
Everything is good and flows
like river


--

Julian Mann

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Prayer

That You are in me,
And I am in You,
And that I live in Your Grace
Forever.

--
Gerald G. Jampolsky, M.D

Friday, October 12, 2012

Hope


“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops - at all 

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard 
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm 

I’ve heard it in the chillest land 
And on the strangest Sea 
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
 
 
 --
Emily Dickinson