This song has been running through my brain since I awoke this morning; and although the song writer may have had another inspiration, all forms of art inspire each of us in different ways. As I scrolled through my images, this one struck me as the way my soul is feeling about life right now.
The world is still so full of beautiful things while Nature continues her struggle to be brilliant and survive our ever increasing brutal assault against her without conscience. Still, there is something decidedly different about life in these times, something...less.
There seems to be less brilliance, less exuberance, less enthusiasm, a lack of vibrance and energy...a lack of color.
Is it my eyes, seeing the world I love through the haze of
disenchantment?
I often feel alone in trying to shine on through the dismal outlook of the
masses..
as they tremble under the watchful gaze of the hungry that wait for the smoke to clear,
eager to feed.
I feel cast out, adrift on a sea of vast hope and woeful reflection..
so empty.
while longing for the days of lilting leaves and dancing dragonflies...
Your vibrance shows in shadow and light,
But my heart knows your true colors.
Life, continual as it is, carries on..
while it weeps for what may be lost.
and wonders,
“Will there be any more rainbows of promise to comfort the destroyers?”
I love Death Cab for Cutie and I almost saw them in concert once upon a time. This is the spark for my thought droppings today.
A most perfect Pomegranate Old Fashioned at Yard House. Ahhh...
But this has not always been the case. In my very early days of alcohol adventures (we won’t say how early) I preferred milder cocktail selections, many of them way too sweet. I found out later in life that the sugar and alcohol mix are the perfect recipe for hangovers-as well as learning that sugar is basically evil, so I moved on. But, I digress.
My first foray into the world of booze was a Vodka Collins, but I can spell that one. ๐ Then there were the good old daiquiri on the rocks, made with (ugh) clear Rum. That was another standard for me in the early days. It would be a few years before I was introduced to the frozen fruity dessert drink that bears the same name. Now, drinking those sneaky devils has proved much easier than writing about them, and to this day that word remains the one that I will inevitably have to always research for the correct spelling. I wanted to add a ‘c’ or leave out that first ‘i’. Well, let’s just agree that there are way too many ‘i’s in it to begin with. It should, by all pronunciation rules, be spelled dakwuri, or ‘dakry’, if you’re from the South. ๐
Thank goodness for search engines. I don’t even have to go all the way to Wikapedia or a dictionary any longer. You can type most any semblance of a word into Google and one of the choices is inevitably “how to spell...”. See, Dan, and Ande, I don’t think ill of all things programming related. ๐ So there you have it, my adventures in misspelling and my misadventures in booze. What shall I have today, at a decent hour, after the work is done...
One of these might be nice..
This is always a good choice. And it IS after 10 am.
Now this would be perfection. If I were in Atlanta. At King of Pops. This was an Tropical concotion with a Berry Pop. ๐๐ผ
Whatever you choose, or not, to drink this weekend, I want to wish you a most happy and relaxing one.
Cheers! And if you are still thirsty, pop over to the bar at Dan’s place place and I’ll set you up. We just got in a shipment of Corona! Beer, that is..
Today’s blog post is courtesy of Linda Hill’s prompt to use a word that you sometimes, often, or always have to look up to spell correctly. Visit her blog for some great prompts and to meet a lot of talented writers.
I chose this version of her live performance during the 1988 MD telethon because I always admired Jerry Lewis and his efforts to support the Muscular Dystrophy Foundation. I volunteered at several locations as a teenager to man phones, make and fetch coffee and anything else that needed to be done.
We need to get back to the busyness of life, of caring and sharing what is important, of lifting one another up rather than constantly tearing each other down. The world needs to reflect the inner beauty of her inhabitants, not the pale imitation that Narcissa has mesmerized so many with.
I must believe there will be a morning after that is bright with confident hope, deep appreciation and fresh gratitude.
I am always in awe of the beauty of Nature and am enamored of things with wings. Lately the Ibis have been close. It amazes me that they have such blue eyes...and that inner eyelid that can sometimes be caught with a very quick shutter! ๐
Hello sweetheart..
There’s that ‘nictitating’ eyelid. ๐คญ
Made me think of another Ole Blue Eyes...this one just seems appropriate in these days.
but their tears go unheard as we bicker and fight.
Their hearts are so heavy, they’ve got tears in their eyes
for the loud angry voices that rise to whisper lies.
The angels are crying in heaven tonight cuz they can’t understand why
we follow the depths of darkness, missing the rainbow in the sky.
Why can’t we find the light
and end the useless fight,
for none but death shall win
as it walks us to the end
so that Earth might live again
in Peace.
Mother Nature is our friend
yet we, but dust in the wind,
wage war upon her face
as we promote such a disgrace
as hatred, greed and apathy-
whence comes that sweet epiphany
to save us from erase?
The angels weep
As we, asleep,
create a nightmare from the dream.
I took an hour yesterday to put my feet upon the sand and whisper to the ocean, apologizing to this Earth for the ugliness that the human race has inflicted upon her soul when she offers such sweet gifts. If crawling pests invade your home, you promptly seek a way to eradicate them, don’t you? We have become a pestilence in Nature’s home. When will we learn?
Look for the angels, for they reveal themselves everywhere
We are broken and only we can stop the destruction
The angels are crying in heaven tonight.
Their hearts are so heavy, they’ve got tears in their eyes.