No treasure more valuable than a person you can count on time after time
long time comin…
some serve by knowing how it begins, how it ends and what song comes next
God bless a soul who takes dreams seriously and does somethin’ about it
for John Whipple by noblsavaj 091711
life is all about what you value
for every kiss given and received from beloveds and babes, we give thanks.
for the privileges of work and parenthood
for a free country
for canine loyalty and feline appreciation
for coworkers and friends
for every good night’s sleep and every pleasant dream
for things that are free and things that are worth what you pay
for that fascinating woman in the mirror
for every clear breath
for every morning in its freshness
for entertainments both enriching and distracting
for today and tomorrow
for questions easy to answer and fulfilling to consider
for every lesson given that leaves us wizened but unscathed, let us give thanks.
for Kristi Kjendalen by noblsavaj 091911
(garynote: at band practice one night, the subject came up about what Mark does on his days off.)
no better use of a day
singing in the shower
a mighty fine walk with the dogs
for mark mason by noblsavaj 070811
Our Jimi, who art some heaven, dig what thou hast laid. Stevie kingdom come, John will be done on earth in pursuit of heaven. Robert give us this day our daily blues. Janis forgive us our indiscretions as we pity the fool that just don’t know. Muddy doth not lead us to temptation – we are stone cold delivered into freedom, 12 bars at a time.
feel. hear. rave.
Virgen got no way t’know what it mean, not like Lovers do. I mean, you can listen all night long, and it’s clear in the rollin’ mojo of a big back beat. But even if Virgen let her hips sway to the rhythm, even if she grok the irresistible appeal of love and takes to heart the tragedy of unrequited love, the apocalypse of infidelity, Virgen hath not the visceral experience of sweaty afternoons and extended dances in the moonlight, the exclusive, private domain of Lovers.
for Dub Hankins by AdonisYoda 062511
right or wrong, write. roll camera. crossfade to cut 2431. everything you know will change.
because every life has a truth to share – herstory. the children, the animals, the land. growth.
California. Texas. El Paso. Las Cruces. New York. Paris. Tennessee. Mexico.
for Alana Cash
Posted in Feeling
“people aren’t either wicked or noble, they’re chopped salads resolving confusion and conflict” with doin’ the best they can… (twisted up from Lemony Snicket – sorry sir)
nearly everything we do is voluntary. we choose our actions, consciously, morning to night. everything we do teaches us more. everything we do affects the immediate consequence, the sustained effect, the legacy – for good or ill. inspired by our highest considerations, well-attended intentions produce activities that shape the community. together, lively people achieve missions that help the helpless, conserve natural and cultural resources and evolve the species.
our divinity, hallowed be. our perfection comes in dreams to guide us as we work for heaven on earth. you present our day with sustenance and time. you reconcile our differences as we cooperate with others. you wisely counsel against temptation and deliver us with grace…
dancing with abandon, looking directly into the eyes of the eternal beloved
life is generally chaotic. an individual floats in a swarming soup of people bent upon a cacophony of motivations shaped by accidental childhoods and confused social melee. let us not float, but swim. let us use our moment to create new ways to thrive in a free and equitable community. listen to the better voices, hear wisdom and laughter.
sublime in the aggregate
nothin’ cant’ be survived
distinguish this moment with inimitable love
for laura carter noblsavaj 061311
Our Great-Aunt Neal had it on my dad’s side, and his mother – our grandmother – Zonetta has the reputation for it. On my Mother’s side, you could see it in my Great-Aunt Pat and Aunt Carol. It’s more than mere love – it’s a sunny, everything-for-the-best perspective. Each of these women thrilled in the good times, and when bad things befell, they persevered to appreciate survival and recovery with indomitable spirit. As a family, Darlene and the other sweets carry an emotional culinary trait: sugar in the gravy.
husband daughters nieces work friend love nephews sons laughter grandchildren
two little girls growing up to know that no matter what, they were loved.
sometimes the only thing you can control is how you react, and even then it’s chancy.
peace in the face of it all
when she was a little girl, Darlene had to wear shoes attached to a board in an attempt to treat a spinal difficulty. it was the sort of brutality that would make any three year old scream in confused terror. I have a clear memory of Darlene in a crib, board attached, looking up and playing with Mom and Dad, smiling then sleeping peacefully.