Tuesday, August 1, 2017

The Art of Departure,Returning and Remaining (Rev8.2.17)


“…for my purpose holds 
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths 
Of all the western stars, until I die. 
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: 
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, 
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. 
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' 
We are not now that strength which in old days 
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; 
One equal temper of heroic hearts, 
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will 
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”

     - Ulysses . Alfred , Lord Tennyson


Where did that spark originate that causes one
To set out to discover what has always been deep within them?
What is the true purpose of this spark and subsequent flame?

There was that tired weary worn vessel
Searching for a safe harbor.
9 years had passed since her sails and hull
had been cleaned and cared for for .
Her Captain’s log recorded daily fears and prayers
During the course of the passage .
Everything was changing,
Everything new again,
Everything of
one spirit , one source
fueled some new and different sacred flames .
Uncharted seas become home.
Second hands tick over and over and over
Faster, faster , faster…
With each sunset and sunrise and sunset and sunrise.

New child ships launch
Baptized by friends, family and sanctified pilgrims
Into that unknown ocean of mercy .
Innocent and enthusiastic and not yet tested
Rum sipping and smoke puffing old salts
Silently pray imploring Poseidon for intervention.
“Keep them from Sirens and Nymphs
and away from islands at the edge of Hades”

Filled with the ghost of Ulysses all sailors ,
Youth-filled and weathered worn, discover
What they have been searching for … to pass it on
To the next generation of sailors...
Sometimes that gift is discovered too late…
   … and some times it isn’t.

And Sometimes there maybe a heart yearning
for the pilgrim's return.

To Leave Something Behind- S. Rowe


Transcendental Reunion - M.C. Carpenter

Step out of the shadows - G. Hansard


Ceiling Gazing – M.Kozelek


“One day I will find the right words and they will be simple”
        - Jack Kerouac

“The only truth is music”
       - Jack Kerouac

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Saturday, July 1, 2017

A Nirvana Dream

If you don’t know where you’re going
Any Road will get you there.
     - Any Road, G. Harrison

I listen to the wind come how l, telling me to hurry
I listen to the robin’s song saying not to worry.
 - On the Way to Find out, Cat Stevens

While on the long ride home
The state of the art satellited technology system
Filled the blank space with a landscape
Seemingly from some yet undiscovered planet.
Unfamiliar mountains and landmarks line the passageway.
A river with no-name flows to the unknown sea .
Even incidents and allegations along the way
Were not reflected nor anticipated in that wise navigation tool.

The silent conversation began:
“ We’re not in Kansas anymore” the first one communicated the second.
The second one’s eyes ask if they are headed in the right direction.
“It all depends if it will take us to where we want to go,”
 the first  replied without words.
“Does it matter?” the second’s hand asked.

For the first time in the time and space they shared together
It was agreed that maps and directions were not needed,
as they decided to slow down to just 
go with the flow and enjoy the ride.


Day Three and then departure.. 

The sun is ever present
in safe harbor Cape May ...
She burns brightly through the haze
Spirits warmed, rested and consoled
Waves of that great ocean of mercy
Rolling in serene and soft
Kiss the beach , sanctifying grateful pilgrims
As they prepare for the next phase
Of their passage.

New hobby - "Ocean Gazing"

Tide comes in 
Tide goes out
Fog comes in

Fog lifts
Tide comes in again
Sun squeezing herself slightly 
Through the clouds
Tide goes out again
Footprints in the sand 
Washed away
Anointed by the sacred salt air
The sun retreats slowly
It's 112 pm on our anniversary
She's sleeping 
Music fills the space between...
Tide comes in...


   Be Here Now - G. Harrison


Roll with it - S. Winwood


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Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Onward - ( a reflection inspired by the movie "Youth" )

"Contained in Everything I Do
There's a love I feel for you
Proclaimed in everything I write
You're the light, burning brightly
Onward through the night
Onward through the night of my life."
 - Onward , "Yes', C. Squire

 “We were talking, about the love that's gone so cold and the people, 

Who gain the world and lose their soul  Then you may find, peace of mind, is waiting there  And the time will come when you see we're all one, 
And life flows on within and without you”
       - Within Without You, G. Harrison

"You say that emotions are overrated.Emotions are all we've got."
               - Mick, "Youth"

Someone once suggested that that light at the end of this long meandering up and down tunnel doesn’t get any smaller with the passage of time. At what point did that original innocence fade from view behind us? What is it that tries and sometimes succeeds to dampen that once holy flame of enthusiasm? Where did that trusted lifelong companion go? Was there a specific voice that encouraged or tempted me to take that one specific path and he another? How is it that some continue to hold the hands of a loved one while others feel they need to traverse every step alone? Are we quick to forget the power of touch? Are we quick to forget the simple songs? Were not the simple songs all we have? Can we keep our heads up and hearts opened as we move onward through the night of our lives?

No thing lasts forever does it? Some trees fall more quickly than others. Broken barren branches, remnants of a glory that once was, are now strewn across the field and is fuel for the next pilgrim along the way eventually becoming ashes to nurture the earth where that roaming fire had burned through the days and nights. Some giving-trees seem to continue to grow strong and grand with seasonal rebirth. Others are cut down in their prime becoming trunks of rest for tired worn out pilgrims. Still, other trees perpetuate constant leaves as shade source of freedom for launching for Frost boys swinging as they lean towards heaven. He prayed that he could be one of those branches on a tree of Merton.

His meditation “There is no fear for my own last day but the heart trembles with the slightest consideration of the passing of the one’s I love and for the last breath of those who may have loved me. “

The purest innocence of babies and youth at honest play; the intoxicating freedom discovered in boundless music; the presence of love, and the egoless carefree resilience of an uncorrupted authenticity are what we need to keep spirits alive while making way in our time worn weathered vessels. Listen to the larger voices calling and suddenly consideration that all this is just coincidence and strictly chance -  is proven to be na├»ve.



When I see birches bend to left and right 
Across the lines of straighter darker trees, 
I like to think some boy's been swinging them. 
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay 
As ice-storms do. Often you must have seen them 
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning 
After a rain. They click upon themselves 
As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored 
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. 
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells 
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust— 
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away 
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. 
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, 
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed 
So low for long, they never right themselves: 
You may see their trunks arching in the woods 
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground 
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair 
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun. 
But I was going to say when Truth broke in 
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm 
I should prefer to have some boy bend them 
As he went out and in to fetch the cows— 
Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, 
Whose only play was what he found himself, 
Summer or winter, and could play alone. 
One by one he subdued his father's trees 
By riding them down over and over again 
Until he took the stiffness out of them, 
And not one but hung limp, not one was left 
For him to conquer. He learned all there was 
To learn about not launching out too soon 
And so not carrying the tree away 
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise 
To the top branches, climbing carefully 
With the same pains you use to fill a cup 
Up to the brim, and even above the brim. 
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, 
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. 
So was I once myself a swinger of birches. 
And so I dream of going back to be. 
It's when I'm weary of considerations, 
And life is too much like a pathless wood 
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs 
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping 
From a twig's having lashed across it open. 
I'd like to get away from earth awhile 
And then come back to it and begin over. 
May no fate willfully misunderstand me 
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away 
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: 
I don't know where it's likely to go better. 
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, 
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk 
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, 
But dipped its top and set me down again. 
That would be good both going and coming back. 
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. 
    - Robert Frost

You Got the love ( Intro scene to the movie “Youth”)

Onward - Mark Kozelek , (Youth)

Just  - D. Lang (Youth)

Simple Song #3 – D. Lang (Youth)

Youth – The Movie Trailer

For a member of the band….

“One day I will find the right words and they will be simple”
        - Jack Kerouac

“The only truth is music”
       - Jack Kerouac


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Sunday, April 30, 2017

Welcome Mighty Quinn

“Don’t push a river, it flows by itself.”
        - Fritz Perls

“Like a stone on the surface of a still river
Driving the ripples on forever
Redemption rips through the surface of time
In the cry of a tiny babe”
     - Cry of a Tiny Babe, Bruce Cockburn

"Some people say faith is a childish game
Play on, children, like it's Christmas day
Sing me a song, sing me a melody
Sing out loud, you're a symphony"
            - Liver Forever, Drew Holcombe

 "Everybody's building the big ships and boats

Some are building monuments, others jotting down notes
Everybody's in despair, every girl and boy
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here everybody's gonna jump for joy"
            - The Mighty Quinn, Bob Dylan

On April 20, 2017 Hal Crowson Rich V, aka –“Quinn” was born to Hal and Leigh Rich
Well, it is said, “You can’t push a river, it flows by itself.” We were waiting and trusting, and then the miracle happened. Welcome, Quinn, Welcome! It was a wonder filling surprise that the love that we were waiting to give to you upon your arrival was in fact the most magnificent unconditional love that blessed all who welcomed you.

Upon your arrival your mother and father knew that they were holding pure love in their arms. They experienced the sacred gift of your presence that was sourced by the love of a divine spark that makes your life a true sacrament. GG believes that you and your cousin Caroline are proof that angels do exist.

I wonder about the reason for your crying. Do you hunger for food of this world or the nourishment of the love that brought you into this side of paradise? Your secret smiles tell me that you are aware of some great mystical answer that we will all return to when the river delivers us into that ocean of mercy. But somehow you also know that there is specialness in the present as you rest against your mother’s heart and hear her song while sensing the gentle power of your father’s hands.

I am not sure if there is much that I can share with you about the world you have entered. I have tried to explain to your mother and your Zia Lindsay but I am not sure how successful I have been. So, here are a few lessons I have learned that might be useful. I hope you find it worthwhile.

There is a lot of goodness in this world. Sometimes all you need to do is open your heart to find the goodness. It helps to associate with good people who are like your mom and dad. Good always overcomes evil. Being present and mindful with gratitude to the present moment will get you closer to the sacred in this world. Spending time in nature will immerse you in that peace that you knew before you were born. Long walks in the woods and sitting on the beach witnessing sunrises and sunsets are serene up-lifting moments. Storms happen but remember storms end - so keep the faith.

Every so often you might make a mistake but that is just proving that you are human. It is said,  “ If a problem can be solved…why worry and if problem is unsolvable, worrying will not help.”
Be authentic and honest and always show compassion and mercy. You will be remembered by how you live and love and not by how much you have or have not accumulated. It really doesn’t matter as to how you “make” a living as long as you live well, live with love, integrity and truth. The secrets to success are to use your talents as they have been given to you for a reason. Follow your bliss.

No one should be taken for granted as God creates us all. Remember there are those who are less fortunate and need your help. Look at the values and careers of your mom and dad. Don’t forget that you are loved and that loving yourself and others is what life is really all about. My own father used to say “ Do the right thing because it is the right thing and not because you desire some reward.”

Sing, dance, laugh and help others do the same. Play- set your spirit free. If you play sports or play music play with all your heart and energy. If you love to write, paint or solve scientific or mathematical problems immerse yourself completely in whatever you do.

Read everything you can .You can find wisdom in good books and find the soul of the divine in poetry. If you love to write, never stop as “writing is knowing” and you will find yourself and the secret to tranquility.

It make take a while to realize this, but God is in all things all ways and prayer works! Trust your intuition. Be amazed by life and know you will amaze others.

Flourish all ways.
Te voglio bene assai, bene assai.



Mighty Quinn

Live Forever

Forever Young

I hope you dance

Remember Me


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