Nothing, of course, begins at the time you think it did. — Lillian Hellman, An Unfinished Woman (1969)
Lost on a painted sky Where the clouds the are hung For the poets eye. — Neil Diamond, Jonathan Livingstone Seagull This tune just came up on the iPod. An old, old favourite, and too good not to share 😊 Image: By Elaine with Grey Cats (Flickr: Owens Valley Clouds) [CC BY-SA 2.0], via Wikimedia…
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea All we do crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see — ‘Dust in the Wind’ by Kansas A favourite of mine, from forty years ago now. I just love the image of a Kansas wheat field and storm, too, I am…
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows
He who hath braved Youth’s dizzy heat
Dreads not the frost of Age.
And I dreamed I saw the bombers riding shotgun in the sky,
Turning into butterflies above our nation.
but it’s even harder to remember sweetness.
We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.