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Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday and for those of you that 'do' Lent - the next bunch of pieces/photos/poems/quotes will have that in the back of my mind so whether you're giving something up, using the music as reflective, meditative pieces or just for a coffee break - I hope you enjoy them. 
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May I live this day Compassionate of heart Clear in word Gracious in awareness Courageous in thought Generous in love John O’Donohue  Lyrics from a song I used to play in College Folk clubs more than 40 years ago and think of my Grandparents. Where have the years gone ? 'Old friends, old friends, Sat on their parkbench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old men Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun The sounds of the city sifting through trees settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a parkbench quietly How terribly strange to be seventy Old friends, memory brushes the same years, silently sharing the same fears Time it was and what a time it was, it was A time of innocence, a time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories they're all that's left you'. (Paul Simon 'Old friends, Bookends' - 1968)  “To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing, that is enough for one man's life.” (T S Eliot)  Sea Monster and Trainer ! Dawlish Warren Devon 16/2/17  'Somewhere between your heart and mine is the place where we both belong From different perspectives down parrallel lines we are drawn by the journey we're on For the boy in the bubble, the girl in the song There are still more mountains to climb Waiting somewhere between your heart and mine' (Paul Field)  “Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don't blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being "in love", which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when 'being in love' has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.” (Louis de Bernieres - Captain Corelli's Mandolin)  |
