Saturday, May 31, 2008

Beautiful music by Erika Luckett - Listen!


Bill Moyers - Naomi Shihab Nye


Kindness

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.

How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.

~ Naomi Shihab Nye ~

1971

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

What We Want

What We Want

by Linda Pastan

What we want
is never simple.
We move among the things
we thought we wanted:
a face, a room, an open book
and these things bear our names—
now they want us.
But what we want appears
in dreams, wearing disguises.
We fall past,
holding out our arms
and in the morning
our arms ache.
We don't remember the dream,
but the dream remembers us.
It is there all day
as an animal is there
under the table,
as the stars are there
even in full sun.

Eres Tu - Touch the Wind

>Touch the Wind
Like a promise, you are, you are
Like a summer morning
Like a smile, you are, you are
Like that, like that, you are

All my hope, you are, you are
Like fresh rain in my hands
Like a strong breeze, you are, you are
Like that, like that, you are

[Chorus:]
You are like the water of my source
(Something like that, you are)
You are like the fire of my home
You are like the fire of my bonfire
You are like the wheat of my bread
You are

Like a poem, you are, you are
Like a guitar in the night
My whole horizon, you are, you are
Like that, like that, you are

-Juan Carlos Calderon

Grammy Elisa (Felici) Roma


Elisa Felici

Shots of J-GURLS Writers (2002, 2009)


Leslie, Robyn and me

Thursday, May 22, 2008

me surrounded by sculptures...

http://www.devotchka.net/
great tunes to look at found object art by!

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Buy local. Check out who's buying organic!!!

Scroll through these pages to see who has purchased your favorite "organic" company.
http://www.msu.edu/%7Ehowardp/organicindustry.html

Friday, May 9, 2008

life's too short not to love everybody....

Ballad of the Devil's Backbone Tavern
http://www.last.fm/music/Todd+Snider/_/Ballad+of+the+Devil's+Backbone+Tavern


She said "Life ain't easy getting through
everybody's gonna make things tough on you
But I can tell you right now if you dig what you do,
they will never get you down"

She said life's too short to worry
Life's too long to wait
Life's too short not to love everybody
Life's too long to hate
I meet a lot of men who haggle and finagle all the time
Trying to save a nickel or make a dime
Not me, no sireee, I ain't got the time

My back yard in spring...