Love and Peace

Oh my! "She's kicking hard right now" I felt her strong kick from her delicate foot against my rough hands through my Bride's round belly. Love and peace that's tangible. I hate to be cliche' but SHE'S ALIVE and Kicking, hard! And I am in love.....again. Can the love for my love converge with the love that she loves causing a seismic porportion of love in and through our little love? It IS all you need, really. Though lately my cup o' love has been running over the golden brim, I try hard to contain it in. Here have some, take as much as you can carry. 

'And in the end, the love you get is equal to the love you give

- The Beatles.
Hear Hear!
Say What?
Wonderful Jazz ensemble Club d'Elf on a truly magical night with super stellar guest as always. Love ,Peace and slightly dirty martinis to all !

Dead mice.

The bird's were singing so much today. Standing there, without my headphones, I could hear every one's chirp,skwa, honk, and chickadee dee ,such music! Mocking a bird's cadence turned into whistling of the Beatles "don't let me down" and then eventually scales, arpeggios, to jesu joy of man's desiring to a rendition of caravan and most importantly , the grand finale of whistling.I had an epiphany! I am a real good whistler, really. Does anybody need a whistler for their band I might be available for parties also.
Along the steep climb up the neighborhood street I noticed the strangest occurrence , five dead mice. No bite marks just furry ,cold and stiff laid out asleep next to the curb. Did someone just empty out a poisonous mouse trap at the end of their driveway? Mass mouse suicide?Strange, no?

Tennesse Ruins

The greenish blue patina on copper is verdegris, not sure what it's called on tin, maybe rust?

"What's up with that painting in the waiting room..., the one with that rotted out old tree in the barn." Tony Soprano

Night in Tunisia

Art Blakey and the Jazz messengers. Tunisia northern coast of Afrika next to the mediterrian sea.

 

"why can't men live without war".

His smile was not like that of other people blending into a non smile. Pierre.  With Whom, when and where? The smell of hooves and happy creatures. One cat watching, Two hooves, three dogs, four sisters. Wow, soon a happy family of eight,exciting! My lovely bride is reading aloud to our lovely daughter in the womb a lovely novel War and Peace. I am certain that this will aid in my little freckle love being able to think and to be as real as Leo Tolstoy.
Lot of chores done today. Good feeling. Check. "why can't men live without war". The key ,I think is to wake up earlier than five in the evening. Oh and sipping more tea, that definitely helps.
My wife is such a wonderfully fluid reader, she could read early on and has loved every friend she's touched.
This years off to a great start. This is the year I attain it!

I am Being ME All that I am

The beautiful art of Abe Gurvin. He made the artwork for the album Zodiac cosmic sounds and I believe the Beach Boys pet sounds. It's a wonderful dip into the far reaches of the zodiac. Most importantly the instructions on the back read: Must Be Played In The Dark! Gotta love it. Cancer The Moon Child is on the current playlist.

Digging Galactic Rainbows

Traverse the galactic rainbow, when the desire for self realization becomes paramount in life! Catch a ride on the eternal moment of cosmic bliss that is the enlightenment. Anybody? You can't miss it, it's layered between the frequencies of emotion and color. Not too sure about the chakra but I do feel that we vibrate, the infinite ripple, from the Source.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WfauigoSJHo&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Echoes and resolutions

Wandering on the bank of the river, I came across an old tree jutting over the river bend from the shore.  Small Planks of broken wood that were nailed summers ago climb up the trunk of the tree. The final gnarled plank, a reach even for the adventurous, lays upon the farthest rung directly over the river's winding waters. No doubt the one who placed it here jumped off this spot with absolute glee and shear terror.The bluff across the river lingers the faint echoes  of laughter and wet memories made here suns ago.On another tree I noticed what looked like a lone orange acorn swaying back and forth, a cast that went too high.
I sat there in silence Triumphed by those ghostly giggles the river keeps and the lively chirps birds share. I thought of the bare feet and wet hands that climbed those rungs and plummeted into the cool river waters. I wondered about the squirrels who have buried their nuts there and of the trees that have grown from a forgetful nut that squirrels are climbing on.And on.
This year  one of my new years resolutions is to be sileNt more, no headphone, no mindless chatter just silent. Not rushed to fill the void of a paused conversation but listening to the forgetful echos of Memory. Another resolution is to sip more tea.