Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Eagle's Nest

 For Baby Pierce
The Carpenters (They Long to be) Close to you
November 17

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Serenity Prayer

God grant me the 
serenity to accept the things I cannot change
the courage to change the things I can
and the wisdom to know the difference.
Amen
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iuxwhTf3jJOY
Brad Paisley and Allison Krauss - Whiskey Lullaby
Designed by Stacey Peter
November 2012

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Triangles

Beatles Here Comes the Sun

November 11

Monday, November 10, 2014

Wild Goose


November 8
Keith Urban Making Memories of Us
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EhUUzyaOwHI

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Jack in the Pulpit

November 6
Shaekspeare's Sonnets
27
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tir'd;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's works' expir'd:
For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on  darkness which the blind do see;
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.


28
How can I then return in happy plight,
That am debarr'd the benefit of rest?
When day's oppression is not eas'd by night,
But day by night, and night by day oppress'd,
And each, though enemies to either's reign,
Do in consent shake hands to torture me,
The one by toil, the other to complain
How far I toil, still further off from thee.
I tell the day, to please him, thou art bright
And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night,
When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.
But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,
And night doth nightly make grief's strength seem stronger.

Peter Gabriel Shock the Monkey

Friday, November 7, 2014

Five Spot


November 5

Life, n. A spiritual pickel preserving the body form decay. We live in daily apprehension of its loss; yet when lost it is not missed. The question, "Is life worth living?" has been much discussed; particularly by those who think it is not, many of whom have written at great lenght in support of their view and by careful observance of the laws of health enjoyed for long terms of years the honors of successful controversy. 

"Life's not worth living, and that's the truth,"
Carelessly caroled the golden youth,
In manhood still he maintatined that view
And held it more strongly the older he grew,
When kicked by a jackass at eighty-three,
"Go fetch me a surgeon at once!" cried he. 
Han Soper.
Devil's Dictionary by 
Ambrose Bierce