" In America’s rapidly changing culture, it’s not enough to tolerate diversity; we need to actively seek to learn and respect the way other people live, what they believe, and how they worship."
~ Dennis Wholey - stated in regard to his series "I Believe"
The series can be found at http://www.ibelieve-tv.com/the_series.html
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Paolo Nutini - Pencil Full of Lead (Live from the Eden Project)
Funny how good music can lift your spirits. I'm a fortunate person - living in the first world with First World problems. Thanks to Paolo Nutini for today's improved mood!
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Southern NIghts
Southern Nights
By Allen Toussaint
Southern nights
Have you ever felt a southern night
Free as a breeze, not to mention the trees
Whistling tunes that you know and love so
Southern Nights
Just as good even when closed your eyes
I apologize...to any one who can truly say
That he has found a better way... hey
Southern Skies
Have you ever noticed southern skies
Well, it's precious beauty lies just beyond the eye
It goes running thru your soul like the stories told of old
Old man, he and his dog that walk the old land
Every flower touched his cold hand
As he slowly walked by weeping willows would cry for joy...
joy!
Feels so good
Feels so good... It's frightening... Wish I could...
Stop this world From Fighting
La Da Da Da Da Da
La Da Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da
Mystery like this and many others in the trees
Blow in the night, in the southern skies
Southern Nights
They feel so good... It's frightening... Wish I could...
Stop this world From Fighting
La Da Da Da Da Da
La Da Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da
By Allen Toussaint
Southern nights
Have you ever felt a southern night
Free as a breeze, not to mention the trees
Whistling tunes that you know and love so
Southern Nights
Just as good even when closed your eyes
I apologize...to any one who can truly say
That he has found a better way... hey
Southern Skies
Have you ever noticed southern skies
Well, it's precious beauty lies just beyond the eye
It goes running thru your soul like the stories told of old
Old man, he and his dog that walk the old land
Every flower touched his cold hand
As he slowly walked by weeping willows would cry for joy...
joy!
Feels so good
Feels so good... It's frightening... Wish I could...
Stop this world From Fighting
La Da Da Da Da Da
La Da Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da
Mystery like this and many others in the trees
Blow in the night, in the southern skies
Southern Nights
They feel so good... It's frightening... Wish I could...
Stop this world From Fighting
La Da Da Da Da Da
La Da Da Da Da Da
Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da
Monday, October 6, 2014
New and Improved Here
Here I am again, writing without an audience. I'm okay with that. In fact, I might be better off this way. I hope to do this more than every 3 months. That remains to be seen.
I don't want to be tonight. That's an awkward sentence, but it's accurately representative of my feelings. I'm depressed and sick of my health and my physical situation. I just want to quit. Normally when I feel that way there's always the desire in the back of my mind to resume later. Not so much tonight.
No need to worry if you read this. Nothing will happen.
I don't want to be tonight. That's an awkward sentence, but it's accurately representative of my feelings. I'm depressed and sick of my health and my physical situation. I just want to quit. Normally when I feel that way there's always the desire in the back of my mind to resume later. Not so much tonight.
No need to worry if you read this. Nothing will happen.
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