The president: Whatdaya say Michelle? Shall we ditch this dinner thingy and go upstairs?
I MISS SNOW...
THE WOODS HAVE THE POWER TO HEAL
THE BODY, SOUL AND THE SEAL
NOONE KNOWS HOW AND WHY
THE FOREST HAS THE POWER TO HEAL
UP NORTH TO NORTHWEST
DEEP IN THE OLYMPIC FOREST
THE SHADOWS AND THE SPIRITS
OF THE NATIVES WHO ARE NOT DEAD
COMFORT AND CARESS THROUGH THE MIST
WHISPER LOVING INCANTATIONS
INTO THE EAR
OF THE SLEEPING CAMPER
SO THE HEALING POWER
BRINGS HOPE AND JOY
TO THE AILING ONE
RISING HIM UP ONCE MORE
FOR A NEW MORNIN
RESTORED IN ROBUST HEALTH
THE WOODS HAVE THE HEALING POWER
GO THERE TONIGHT
SLEEP ON THE ROCKS, BY THE WATER
QUIET, QUIET, QUIET...
LET THE WATER, THE MIST AND THE GREEN
DO THE TALKING...
IF YOU ARE A KITTY...
He was Beethoven...he was the music he heard and created...he was the composition composing itself...a timeless, immortal music...composing itself...
(I am listening Beethoven's 9th today;...I woke up with the tune in my head, repeating over and over and over;...I don't know why but I am listening the 9th today)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_-mvutiDRvQ
And I will pray for a speedy recovery of the wounded ones...
-Elsewhere, the histroy is being made; the house passed the health care bill. Senate too will pass it. The Dems now know that challenging the president will not bring them votes.
-On the news: During the holocaust, Albanian muslims saved many Jewish lives. Why not known up to now? Soviet communist opression after the war.
Today, tomorrow, always...
Stars and stripes forever...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJfGx4G8tjo
Here is a tasty "Halloween treat" for all the good people out there
--From the conservative "Campus Reform.org."
http://www.campusreform.org/blog/halloween-the-redistribution-of-candy-wealth
Bittersweet it is...
Fall's first frost...
Sweet the giddy joy of holiday dreams...
While the cool wind bites the nose and the ears...
Unexpectedly...
Passage to India! Lo, soul! seest thou not God’s purpose from the first?
The earth to be spann’d, connected by net-work, [Internet?]
The people to become brothers and sisters,
The races, neighbors, to marry and be given in marriage,
The oceans to be cross’d, the distant brought near, The lands to be welded together.
----From Walt Whitman's "Passage to India"
Nina, Pinta, Santa Maria...
AND WITH HIM, AMERICA WINS...
CONGRATULATIONS TO BOTH...
There was a full moon out in the sky, earlier today. It made me think of simple joys of existence. A farmhouse slept yonder hills bathed with the blue moonlight...angel faced children tucked under quilted comforters dreamt cotton candy magic while the parents sat by the still warm stove, whispered tiredly sipping hot buttered cider, and rubbing the old hound dog's ears. Embraced by the silent cascade of the moonlight, they too would sleep and dream, soon...
...the peace of the night, the moonlight, the rolling hills, the silence, and the hope of a new day, to awaken once more before the dawn, to live and to love and to be good...
That is life. That is all one needs to be alive. Nothing more...
This is why we have hope.
http://realestate.msn.com/blogs/listed.aspx?feat=1292247>1=35000