Eckhart Tolle interview -

http://www.oprah.com/spiritself/oss/ss_oss_archive.jhtml

Me & My Arrow - The Point

Me & Moogie

Nellie McKay - The Dog Song... (Maggie loves this song)

The Lilacs are coming - The Lilacs are coming!

a friend is a friend is a friend to the end and it's oh so simple (The Cat Empire...not Gertrude Stein)

http://www.last.fm/music/The+Cat+Empire/_/Protons%2C+Neutrons%2C+Electrons

Protons, Neutrons, Electrons by The Cat Empire

I’'ve done too much of some things
And not enough of others
Just like all life lovers
I’'ve changed and changed
and changed and changed
From one thing to another
I’'ve had complicated dealings
With complicated feelings
And I’'ve cut and bruised and torn
I made blinds on the windows of my mind
with the time that my back once wore
I’'m a single person in this universe
And I am here to say to you:
On the day that I die I’'ll just give a smile
And fly into the blue

CHORUS
(Cause we’re all just)
Protons, Neutrons, Electrons
That rest on a Sunday
Work on a Monday and someday soon
We’ll be singing the old tunes
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, Zip-a-dee-doo
I'’ll be sitting on the porch with you
Then I’'ll die and I'’ll fly off into the blue

Some night I see the world with its winds and its whirls
And I feel undefeated
But every day I see the girl with the strawberry curl
And I’'m too shy to meet her
Some nights I go to bed
There’s a ghost in the air above my head
And I tremble
Sometimes I eat KFC
Other times I give up meat
And I just eat lentils
I’'m a single person in the universe
And I am here to sing a song
About the day that I was born
Till the day that I'’ll be gone
And the song won'’t last for long
(Cause we’re all just…)

CHORUS

And enemy is a remedy to a malady in your melody
If you’'re strong not brittle
And a friend is a friend
Is a friend to the end and it’'s oh so simple
A man is a man and a woman is a woman
But the times we are living in demand
That a man can change from a man to a woman
And a woman can demand to be a man
We’'re just flesh with socks and locks and frocks
And I am here to say to you
On the day that I die I’'ll just give a smile and fly into the blue
(Cause we’re all just…)

Protons, Neutrons, Electrons
That rest on a Sunday
Work on a Monday and someday soon
We’ll be singing the old tunes
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, Zip-a-dee-doo
I’ll be sitting on the porch with you
Then I’ll die and I’ll fly off into the blue

Joni Mitchell - political music and art

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=14766057

before and after axie's wedding

Cathy Roma wins Ohio Governors Award!

have you ever?

Have you ever

Have you ever wandered lonely through the woods?
And everything there feels just as it should
You're part of the life there
You're part of something good
If you've ever wandered lonely through the woods
if you've ever wandered lonely through the woods

Have you ever stared into a starry sky?
Lying on your back you're asking why
What's the purpose I wonder who am I
If you've ever stared into a starry sky
Have you ever stared into a starry sky

Have you ever been out walking in the snow?
Tried to get back to where you were before
You always end up not knowing where to go
If you've ever been out walking in the snow
If you'd ever been out walking you would know

--Brandi Carlile

unimpressed

Potter and Musician Extraordinaire

STEVE THOMAS, a native of Phoenix, plays mandolin, banjo, and fiddle. His amazing instrumental musical abilities and jovial stage persona never fail to make him an audience favorite wherever he performs. Steve's collection of antique musical instruments is second to none. He is also a collector old sheet music and song folios. An outstanding potter, Steve incorporates designs from prehistoric people of the ancient Southwest and successfully blends them into his art at his home studio, "Stuck in the Mud." Steve performed for over 15 years with "String Fever," the house band at Rawhide Western Town and Steakhouse in Scottsdale, Arizona.

being young at young's

me and billie angel

two aunts groovin'

Maggie Moo

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Surpassing the love of people

Oh Cecilia - you're breakin my heart!

Thelma

always in my heart...

better instincts

You walked in the door
as I was walking out -
and I hoped you would stay...
and for almost twelve years
you chased me -
and I chased you
and you met me at the door
and met me at my car
and danced me through lonely nights
you comforted me when I cried
and then left me alone to make a very hard decision.

I miss your wise ways.

Chester Climbs the Mimosa

This has been the year of lost animals. First Chester, then Emi and now Sweet Pea. I think Sweet Pea just wanted to join Chester in the land of constant tuna. Or he missed his unconditional love. Probably both. Chester would force his gorgeous purring self onto strangers, and his engine would hum louder than any happy cat I have ever had the pleasure to know. I should be so lucky to ever be appreciated this much again. I miss him very much.

Emi

Emi

[Photo]July 15, 2007

Emilio the Bunny

July 2005—July 2007

Emi the sweet, loving and a wacky California Giant bunny died today – peacefully, out on the deck that overlooks Coats Alley in Northside, Ohio. He seems to have died in his sleep – from a cause unknown. He hadn’t shown any signs of sickness or harm. After finishing a gourmet meal of zucchini and lettuce the night before – he retired for the evening outside on the deck, where he was found the next morning.

He loved most foods and some non-foods, his preference being red peppers and zucchini (the Italian in him) but he also loved apples and carrots too. He loved to be petted and loved having his ears massaged.

Emilio was named after Emilio Roma, because he was purchased from the Ohio State fair on August 11, 2005, 18 years to the day after ER III passed away from a severe heart attack. Emi peaked out of a cage in a room full of fuzzy bunnies. A chunk from his left (upright) ear had been bitten off by his mother, and his other ear suffered tendon damage and fell down like a floppy eared rabbit. This gave him an irresistible appeal. He also was bouncing around the cage when all other bunnies were comatose from the humid and intense heat in the fair tent. I immediately searched for the owner – and purchased Emi.

Emi will be missed by his many admirers for his dancing, jumping and twisting, his nibbling antics and his sweet yet sometimes difficult nature. He was a happy, joy-filled rabbit. He had a vertical jump of about one foot when startled or happy, and he would twist about while airborne — which made even people indifferent to bunnies — smile.

Me