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Moving On for Song Lyric Sunday and #LoIsInDaBl Day 28

Why, hello once again! Are you ready to play with music? I am! Today’s Love Is In Da Blog  prompt is to share a song about a goodbye. So, in conjunction with Song Lyric Sunday, let’s watch a departure…Lyrics from Paul Simon’s Official Website. 

She Moves On

Lyrics:

I feel good
It’s a fine day
The way the sun hits off the runway
A cloud shifts
The plane lifts
She moves on

But feel the bite
Whenever you believe that
You’ll be lost and love will find you
When the road bends
And the song ends
She moves on

I know the reason
I feel so blessed
My heart still splashes
Inside my chest, but she
She is like a top
She cannot stop
She moves on

A sympathetic stranger
Lights a candle in the middle of the night
Her voice cracks
She jumps back
But she moves on, moves on

She says “Ooh, my storybook lover
You have underestimated my power
As you shortly will discover”

Then I fall to my knees
Shake a rattle at the skies
And I’m afraid that I’ll be taken
Abandoned, forsaken
In her cold coffee eyes

She can’t sleep now
The moon is red
She fights a fever
She burns in bed
She needs to talk so
We take a walk
Down in the maroon light

She says “Maybe these emotions are
As near to love as love will ever be”
So I agree
Then the moon breaks
She takes the corner, that’s all she takes
She moves on

She says “Ooh my storybook lover
You have underestimated my power
As you shortly will discover”

Then I fall to my knees
I grow weak, I go slack
As if she’d captured the breath of my
Voice in a bottle
And I can’t catch it back

But I feel good
It’s a fine day
The way the sun hits off the runway
A cloud shifts
The plane lifts
She moves

Words and Music by Paul Simon

 

This song is from the album “The Rhythm of the Saints”, and I experienced it performed live (oh! those drums!) during the Born at the Right Time Tour. I took my new sister-in-law to that concert; she had given birth to my nephew, now in his mid-twenties, only a few months before.

Here are the “rules”…

  • Post the lyrics to a favorite song or a new song you want to share
  • I’ve started including who wrote the song. (I think it’s a good idea to give credit where credit is due)
  • Make sure you also credit the singer/band and provide a link to where you found the lyrics
  • Link to the YouTube video, or pull it into your post so others can listen to the song
  • Ping back to this post or my own Song Lyric Sunday post
  • Read at least one other person’s blog so we can all share new and fantastic music and create amazing new blogging friends in the process.

Well, that’s my song for this week. I’m a huge fan of the imagery; it suits my personal love of word pictures.  Come on back next week for more musical, lyrical fun!

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Yummily Wordless: #LoIsInDaBl Day 24 and Wordless Wednesday

It’s Wordless Wednesday again, and also Day 24 of Bee Halton’s Love Is In Da Blog. The prompt is to share a photo I love.  I confess, I have a lot of those, so I just picked the first one that I came up with on my Flickr camera roll. It’s from last August, and my girl was still newly eleven. We’d visitied a juried art show, and then stopped for refreshments.

And there you have it. Find more delicious posts by clicking on the links above!

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A Precognitive Song Lyric Sunday and #LoIsInDaBl Day 21

Why, hello once again! Are you ready to play with music? I am! Today’s Love Is In Da Blog  prompt is to share a song I loved as a child. So, in conjunction with Song Lyric Sunday, let’s travel back in time to the middle of the 1970s, to when I was a little, little girl…

So, in the title, I mentioned precognition. That’s because my song for today was surprisingly accurate in predicting my life, in ways I never imagined when I was a four year old.

Rocky Mountain High

He was born in the summer of his 27th year, coming home to a place he’d never been before.
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again,
you might say he found a key for every door.
When he first came to the mountains, his life was far away on the road and hanging by a song.
But the strings already broken and he doesn’t really care,
it keeps changing fast, and it don’t last for long.

And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
The shadows from the starlight are softer than a lullaby.
Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.

He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below,
he saw everything as far as you can see.
And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun,
and he lost a friend, but kept the memory.
Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forest and the streams, seeking grace in every step he takes.
His sight is turned inside himself, to try and understand
the serenity of a clear blue mountain lake.

And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply.
Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.

Now his life is full of wonder, but his heart still knows some fear,
of a simple thing he can not comprehend.
Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more,
more people, more scars upon the land.

And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
I know he’d be a poor man if he never saw an eagle fly,
Rocky Mountain high, the Colorado Rocky Mountain high, I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
Friends around the campfire and everybody’s high
Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.
Rocky Mountain high, Colorado. Rocky Mountain high.

Written by John Denver and Mike Taylor (and one of Colorado’s two official state songs,  which I didn’t know before now).

From A-Z Lyrics

I remember sitting on the floor in the living room, with my ear pressed against the speaker of the my parents’ cabinet stereo/bar. I was intrigued by the imagery of this song (imagery and words have been moving forces in my life since I was in my crib), and the hints of deeper meanings and messages it contained.


I wasn’t sure what “cathedral mountains” were, but I could feel the magic there, and I couldn’t understand why anyone would stop being someone’s friend because they’d done something like trying to touch the sun. Even then, I knew I wanted friends that would support me when I did the daring and crazy thing, and understand that sometimes you just have to.

Sitting on that floor in upstate New York, in the tiny village where I’d lived my whole life, I couldn’t know that, in the winter of my own twenty-seventh year, I would be on a train, in the Colrado Rockies, heading for a job in a place where I knew absolutely no one. For the first time in my life, I was right there, and I could see the beauty, the dangers, and the magic. I even saw my first bald eagles soaring above a river.

When I reached the Grand Canyon, and my new job, I met the man I’d marry just over six months later. My life as I now know it simply wouldn’t exist without that decision to go west.

What songs do you remember from childhood? Want to join in?

Here are the “rules”…

  • Post the lyrics to a favorite song or a new song you want to share
  • I’ve started including who wrote the song. (I think it’s a good idea to give credit where credit is due)
  • Make sure you also credit the singer/band and provide a link to where you found the lyrics
  • Link to the YouTube video, or pull it into your post so others can listen to the song
  • Ping back to this post or my own Song Lyric Sunday post
  • Read at least one other person’s blog so we can all share new and fantastic music and create amazing new blogging friends in the process.

May your day, week, and be filled with love in all its many facets.

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Letters that Spell Love: #LoIsInDaBl Day 20 and #SoCS

Happy Saturday!

Welcome to another double-feature!

Today, I’ve got one post doing double duty: answering the Love Is In Da Blog prompt, Love Letters; and also my Stream of Consciousness Saturday post, where the prompt is “contractions” – at the beginning, and also at the end for a bonus challenge.

As you’ll read, it’s also a rather important day….

It’s my Accomplice’s birthday. That makes today a bit of a special day, all by itself. However, there’s more that’s special about today.

Four years ago, he spent his birthdaay in the hospital, having had a life-threatening motorcycle collision with a deer the night before, on his way home from his last night of work before his vacation. We’d argued before he left for work, and our arguments weren’t very nice, then. There were angry feelings seething in me, so, when my phone rang and I knew it was him, I didn’t answer. I couldn’t know until the sheriff knocked on my door to tell me he’d been airlifted to the regional medical center that he’d been calling as he lay in the road where he’d landed after being thrown for about 100 feet. It was days later, when he said that he thought he was going to die, and he was calling me to say goodbye.

I’m glad he didn’t die there, obviously – and also glad we’ve learned to argue with less volatility and no cruelty.

February 20 has become a bit of a landmark day in our lives. Well, more accurately, it always has been, for him. He shares a birthday not only with his father, who is 81 today, but also with his step-grandfather. His mother will admit to taking steps to try to stack the decks for a February 20 baby, but his stepfather’s dad sharing the same day of birth is happy coincidence –

So is the fact that he and I met on his birthday, nineteen years back. It was the “busser’s alley” of Moqui Lodge, which was, at that point, perched about halfway between the tiny town of Tusayan, Arizona, and the entrance gate to the South Rim of Grand Canyon National Park. He was one of two lead chefs at the restaurant where I had just arrived to work.

It was not love at first sight, or second, or even more. I wasn’t crazy about the wolfish way he looked at me, and he, thinking that New York state was one big city, and being as yet ignorant that I grew up next to a field alternately planted in hay, alfalfa, and silage corn, thought I had an answer to everything, in, as he put it, a ‘wise-ass New Yorker’ way.

Sparks were flying, but they weren’t from the friction of unending passion.

But still…

I wanted to hang out with people who weren’t partiers – a harder thing than you might think, since working concessions in the parks seems to attract many of those. Someone mentioned Big Jim. He didn’t party, and he didn’t like crowds. I wanted to learn how to play chess. Big Jim was one of the best players around, I was told. I wanted to hike in the Canyon; guess what? Yup. Big Jim had hiked every trail on the South Rim, many more than once, and many of those on the North Rim, too.

I’m known to be stubborn. Nope. Wasn’t going to happen. I didn’t like Big Jim, and I wasn’t going to change my mind on that score.

And so that’s the way that it was – until one night when I decided I was going to treat myself to a six-pack of Guinness. It was hugely overpriced, since Tusayan was a tourist town, and, beyond that, it wasn’t exactly cheap trucking things into that remote town on the edge of a very big hole. I hadn’t bought any in the first couple of months I was there, simply because it was so expensive, but this night, I just wanted to splurge in a minor celebration of my life-altering choice to come work there.

I was so excited, I forgot one small but very important detail. Neither I or my roommate Jenn had a bottle opener, and Guinness bottles don’t come with twist-off caps.

So there I was, with a cold six-pack of my favorite and rarely indulged-in brew, and no way to enjoy it before it got hot and unpleasant in the desert heat. I decided to see if I could scare up a bottle opener, somewhere between our dorm room and the laundry room (a likely place to find people, since, eventually, everyone needed to wash their clothes).

And that’s where I found Big Jim chatting with a couple of his buddies. And, although he’d given up drinking before I met him, he had a bottle opener and was willing to let me borrow it.

He came to our room to drop it off – and we spent four hours talking.

And, from there, we quickly became inseparable -as friends. He taught me to play chess, and, as he kept winning, he also played Scrabble with me every night, so that I could win at something, too.

And, while we played, before, and after, we talked. When he found out I wanted to know more about the Canyon, he took me to some of his favorite places, and told me stories about them. I helped him bleed his brakes, and, when I mentioned wanting to go to Sedona, he took me there, treating me to dinner on the way home from a magical day that made us a couple.

I might have always kept my first impression of him, and missed out on all this. I’m profoundly grateful that I didn’t.

Happy Birthday, Chef Bluebeard! ❤
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To Look for America: #LoIsInDaBl Day 18

Today Love Is In Da Blog goes international, with countries we love.  While I could have taken many different directions on this one, because I think the whole world is fascinating, I decided to go with what I know…America, the country that gave me life. As the song goes, “from sea to shining sea” – but there’s a lot of complexity and shadow there, too. This land was occupied when my ancestors got here, and the way they assumed ownership doesn’t fit my philosophies. Whether I would have if I’d been alive then, I can’t say.

But I can show you some of what I love in my homeland, through my own eyes:

 Through the Yaddo Gates (Saratoga Springs, NY)

 Camping in the Arizona Desert

 Texas Tarantula

 Crown King General Store – Crown King, Arizona

 Kepler Cascades, Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming

 Skeletal Beauty; On Moro Rock, Sequoia National Park, California

The View From Here: Summit of Moro Rock

 Moro Rock

 Stalagmite Skyscrapers in Lewis and Clark Caverns, Montana

 Looking Up and Out: Abandoned Quarry Near Missoula, Montana

 The Shore: South Jetty Park near Florence, Oregon.

Oregonian Sand and Surf Still Life

Grassy Dunes at the South Jetty

 Family February dune walk 2015

 Morning in Dexter, Oregon

 Willamette Valley Panorama, Oregon

Winter Storm Linus Comes to Our Our Front Yard

 Lava Lake, Gallatin National Forest, Montana

 Lone Star Geyser With Rainbow, Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming

Mayflower II Masts, Plymouth, Massachusetts

My Liquid Laugh, My Magnetic Ode to a Geyser

 Alive at Saratoga Apples, Schuylerville, New York, Fall 2015

Saratoga Apples Abundantly

Moon Magic: Early October Evening in Schuylerville

 Saratoga Monument Silhouette in Autumn

 September 2013 in Lake George, New York

 Scope of a Season Collage: Autumn in New York

 Playing Around in September Collage

 Tugboat Roundup 2014 Collage, Waterford, New York

(America’s Oldest Incorporated Village)

 Peaceful Coexistence: Manhattan, New York City, New York

 A New York Minute: Near the United Nations

Learn more about my travels!

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“What’s Inside?” Teaser Tuesday and #LoIsInDaBl Day 16

“What’s inside it?” asked Wilbur. “Eggs?”

From Charlotte’s Web, by E.B. White, page 145.

Bee’s Love Is In Da Blog post for February 16 was to post a Teaser Tuesday post from a classic love story. This is my first time with this hop, so here’s a bit more about it from Daily Rhythm.

Grab your current read
Open to a random page
Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

I know Charlotte’s Web isn’t most people’s idea of a love story, although it’s definitely a classic. I thought of Atlas Shrugged, The Thorn Birds, Bright Flows the River, The Prince of Tides, and Lady Chatterley’s Lover, but I don’t have easily accessible hard copies of those.

Then I had an inspiration – I live with children, after all, and we have many childrens’ books still in residence. My first thought was The Velveteen Rabbit, which is my personal favorite, but I encountered Charlotte’s Web first. It was my son’s favorite story, and his favorite movie, when he was about seven. He’s fourteen now, and, after I opened to the random page, he chose the sentences I shared with you.