And you fly....

through the sky, never asking why.

Here is Jonn, during a weekend with friends at The Homestead. We got to meet the falconer, and with him holding a little piece of dead meat behind our heads, the bird would land on our hand. Very cool..I wish I could fly.

Morning lyrics by Bad Company.

All we are saying....

is give peace a chance.

Check this out. http://www.playingforchange.com/ Musicians from all over the planet, playing, singing, in total joyfull bliss about the music and its' message.

When Jonn and I were in New Orleans a few months ago, out for an after muffeletta breakfast walk up Bourbon Street, one of the musicians in these videos was camped out on the sidewalk playing blues harp. Grandpa Elliott. I sat on the curb, my feet in the gutter, and listened till the sun went behind a building, and the unseasonabily cold weather drove me on my way. It was very VERY cool. So I was delighted to find this website, and to find Grandpa on it.

Aw, Mister Lennon, we miss you so.

Oh Kitty, my darling...remember

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Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder...

...where it's as white as snow.

Zak loves the snow. He has been waiting a long time for it. Yesterday morning, he came bounding into my room, barking an alert that it had finally happened. He digs in it, he rolls in it, he slides on his belly in it. He does not see it as an inconvienence as some do...he does not care about shoveling it or scraping it off windows. To him, it is pure joy.

Pure joy...something we all probably need to find more of. Or more importantly, recognize the potential for it.

Make it happen, babies. Muscial inspiration this morning by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Yahoo.

It was 20 years ago today.....

Actually it was a lot more. But for some reason, people from my past are crawling out of the woodwork. Is this one of those things where your life flashes before your eyes before you die situation? I hope to hell not.



Anyway, I am finding myself remembering the time when all that really mattered was what I was going to do on that specific day. Now, I have to look more forward with my planning. And all this time spent remembering has lead to a lot of wasted hours..lost in my thoughts, wondering where I went wrong, where I went right. At times, I am amazed I made it this far.



I do know this, I have been totally neglecting things that make me ME. My art studio is empty of works in progress. Piano and guitar are collecting dust. The horses are dirty from the rain and mud, and need a good grooming. The house is screaming for a pre-spring cleaning.

I took this picture last summer. Obviously, the lightning bolt did not strike some life changing/affirming revelation in me, as it did in the tree that it hit.

My winter doldrums are diminishing. Yay.

I miss you, Mister Lennon. But you coulda done better than Yoko..what was that about anyway?