What Is And What Is Not

Life is the fire that burns and the sun that gives light.  Life is the wind and the rain and the thunder in the sky.  Life is matter and is earth, what is and what is not, and what beyond is in Eternity.
—     Lucius Annaeus Seneca
[This quote was found at a blog I follow:  “A Pondering Mind“
The site is located at:  https://aponderingmind.org/
The specific post can be found at:  https://aponderingmind.org/2020/05/09/life-is-the-fire/
Please visit the original site if you have some free time…    —    kmab]
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On This Day In:
2023	A Balancing Act
2022	Truly And Simply
2021	Lessons
	We Used To Sing (Brown Eyed Girl)
2020	And #45 Is Flat On His Face
2019	I’m Still Hungry
2018	What Matters
2017	By Far
2016	Until…
2015	Or Infinitesimal
2014	I’ve Looked At Clouds
2013	Undiscovered Ocean
2012	Feeling Old? (Part 2)
2011	What About Freedom?

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Fighting Ourselves

All I do know is as we age, the weight of our unsorted baggage becomes heavier. . . much heavier.  With each passing year, the price of our refusal to do that sorting rises higher and higher.   . . . Long ago, the defenses I built to withstand the stress of my childhood, to save what I had of myself, outlived their usefulness, and I’ve become an abuser of their once lifesaving powers.  I relied on them wrongly to isolate myself, seal my alienation, cut me off from life, control others, and contain my emotions to a damaging degree.  Now the bill collector is knocking, and his payment’ll be in tears.
—     Bruce Springsteen
As quoted by:  Michael Hainey
From his article:  “The Mind is a Terrifying Place.  Even for Bruce Springsteen“
Published in:  Esquire Magazine;  dtd:  27 November 2018
[I found this quote on one of the blogs I follow:  “Live & Learn” which is located at:  https://davidkanigan.com/
The link to the specific post is:  https://davidkanigan.com/2018/12/04/will-i-be-confined-by-my-dna-or-will-i-define-who-i-am/
Please visit the original site if you have some spare time.   —   kmab]
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On This Day In:
2023	“You’re Fired!” (A Nice Letter)
	I “Make” Ours Each Morning
2022	The Grand Essentials
	Second 40
2021	Adding Spice
	Be Who You Must (Part Of The Plan)
2020	Mo, Cilla, Mushy Peas And Rain
	No New Wars
2019	An Epitaph For #45 (#LyingDonald)
2018	Before And After
2017	Verbs
2016	Not Too Tidy
2015	Little Understanding
2014	Open Early
2013	Movies And A Lifetime Of Lyrics
	This Truth
2012	Cheaper To Hold
2011	Resistance Is Futile
	One Great, One Enjoyable, One Terrible…
	Unfortunately, No Approval Is Required

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Prayer Flags

I write poems on birch bark and hang them in the woods. I call them prayer poems.  As they fade and break apart in the weather, like prayer flags, I hope the thoughts of the poems travel on.
—    Jeremy Proehl
[This quote was found at one of the blogs I follow:  Live & Learn
Which is actually at:  davidkanigan.com
The specific post is located at:  But our reality, some blend of print and digital, material and immaterial – Live & Learn (davidkanigan.com)
Please visit the original site if you have some free time…    —    kmab]
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On This Day In:
2023	No Trick At All
2022	Particularly Peaceful Neighbors
2021	Thoughts
	It’s A Rich Man’s World (Money, Money, Money)
2020	Pax Et Justitia
2019	And Unlawful Orders From A President
2018	Instinct For Presence
2017	Hard Enough
2016	Jumps
2015	One View Of Failure
2014	We Speak For Earth
2013	Inward Urgency
2012	Delayed Reviews
	Fulfilling My Duty
2011	Interference

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Respected And Repaired

The body of the earth does not belong to me;  my body belongs to it.
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I want to see the land respected and repaired.  I grew up wandering the woods around my home, a child of the wind who whispered his secrets in my ears, the trees who taught me to tap deeply into the ground and patiently stand tall, and the great rivers who taught me respect and awe.  I didn’t grow up with material wealth, but I had the richest of playgrounds and a lavish education.  Nature never asked about my DNA.  She captured my attention and inspired my imagination without questioning what percentage of me was hers.  I am 100% human.  The body of the earth was not born of me;  I was born of it.
—    Tanya Cliff
Tanya Cliff is a published author and (also) owner / writer of a blog:  https://tanyacliff.com/
This quote is from one of the posts on that blog.  The post is titled:  100% Human and is located at:   https://tanyacliff.com/2018/10/29/100-human/
I have been following Tanya’s blog for several years.  Please visit her site if you have some free time.
Disclaimer:  The above quote was excerpted from a longer post on Tanya’s blog and is presented without prior permission.  I am making no claim of ownership to the quote, post or blog site.  I am posting this because the writing moved me and I wish to share the words with others.  I will modify or remove this post / quote if requested by the original owner.    —    kmab
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On This Day In:
2023	Once Is Rarely Enough
2022	Or Less Perceptive
2021	We Need Professional Journalists AND The First Amendment
	It Was Rainin’ Hard (Taxi)
2020	Neither Alone, Nor Lonely
	Giving
2019	That’s Why It’s Called Faith
2018	So We Agree, #45 Is Dumb – Too
2017	The Morality Of Spying
2016	He Doesn’t Remind Me Of Me
	The First Rule
2015	Free Your Mind And Your Ass Will Follow
	The Man Without Fear
2014	I Blame Robocop
2013	Future Trustees
2012	Praise Not The Day…
2011	Educated Living

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Reading In My Backyard Hammock

Celtic Christianity posits that heaven and earth are typically three feet apart, but at thin places that distance is even smaller.  The door separating us from the next world opens a crack and holy light escapes to bathe these spots in brilliance.
We are closer to God at the thin places than anywhere else on earth.  At these blessed points, we can more easily feel God’s grace and glory.  We come away from these sacred sites renewed in spirit, calm and sure in the midst of the busyness of the world.
After a glimpse of the holiness found in a thin place, we are more likely to see holiness all around us in our everyday life.  We can hear spirituality in birdsong, feel consecration in the sunlight, and see divinity in the warm eyes of people we pass.
—    “Laurie”
[The above quote is an excerpt from a post on the blog:  Meditations in Motion
The specific post is:  The Holiness of the Thin Places
The specific location of the post is:  https://meditationsinmotion.wordpress.com/2019/07/11/the-holiness-of-the-thin-places/
[I was following the blog for a couple of years, but it seems to have gone inactive since December 2019.  I have a number of posts, quotes and writings from several years back and have just never gotten around to re-posting them here.  I offer my apologies to anyone hoping to go to the original site for more current postings…
Disclaimer:  The above quote is posted without prior permission by the site’s owner.  I am making no claim to ownership and am presenting it only because it caught my attention and gave me pause to think.  I will edit or delete the quote if requested by the blog site owner.    —    kmab]
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On This Day In:
2023	Takin’ A Lickin’
	Actually, It’s The Other Way Around
2022	If That’s What You Mean
2021	Awakening The Glow
	I Remember (In The Air Tonight)
2020	Golden Eagle
	Like #45: Incompetent Donald
2019	#45: Who Lost By Three Million Votes
2018	Torn Between Two Loves
	A Girl And A Boy
2017	I Think They Are Starting To…
2016	Living There
2015	Bookin’ West
	Beyond My Reach
	You Never Call Anymore…
2014	Winning?
2013	Still Inventing
2012	Motivated
2011	Waiting In Line At Starbuck’s

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Suddenly Rings True

I am really fascinated by the aging process, even if the victim is me.  Somebody told me humans age like trees.  I had said one seems to be about 40 for 8 or 10 yrs. and then almost overnight teeth and hair and all age and you are 50 for about 10 yrs., then with a big clank like a rusty chain you’re 60 and so on. Anyway, they tell me trees do this too.  The ring of the age cycle on the trunk shows up the same way — suddenly.
—  Dawn Powell
Letter to Phyllis Cook
Dtd:  14th Mar 1964
From:  “Selected Letters of Dawn Powell“
Found at one of the blogs I follow:  Letters of Note
The specific post is:  I Think One of the Noblest Projects
[Please visit the original site and support it if you are able.     —     kmab]
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On This Day In:
2023	Approaching Full Bloom
	For All
2022	Dreading The Slide Towards War
2021	Joyous Incompatibility
	My Heart Will Be Waiting (Moondance)
2020	My Gift To You
2019	Two Guarantee Freedom
2018	Less Mouth And More Back
2017	I Ought To Be A Little Careful
2016	Rising From The Ashes
2015	Honor
2014	Disappointment
2013	Seeing Heart
2012	On Success
2011	What This Place Needs Is Another Theory

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No Doubt The First Of Many…

A Pledge
I will clench onto her hands, like a lost child who has been found.
I will gaze at her face so intently till a crimson colour seeps into her veins, and races towards her cheeks.
I will draw that other half of her smile, the one she once lost among a sea of strangers.
I will fold my hands and turn it into a boat when she drowns.
I will draw a sun on days they don’t shine for her.
I will always be at the corner of her mind having a smoke puffing its wisps blurring out every other stranger trying to seduce her.
I will kiss her tears and promise to be her guardian angel for eternity.
I will hold her hand and play Hide & Seek with her demons till they are afraid of my light.
I will keep painting her into existence with my raw words that would cause every painting in museums fall to the ground and die of shame.
I will compose words in her presence, for they dress in notes every time she comes near.
I will learn how to play the violin, just to fathom a language her heart speaks.
I will tell her to listen carefully, for the stars sigh in unison every time her lips part.
I will be the trapped sunlight, giving a glimmer to her eyes.
I will sway her body with mine under a downpour of rain, and we will outstretch the night sky as we fill it with our dreams.
I will make her laugh her heart out till she feels her soul is in tears.
I will make her smile in a way I can see the years drop silently from her face.
I will make her blush every day forever and leave people wondering why her cheeks are permanently red.
I will caress her hair at the break of dawn, and at the onset of darkness, for it is eternally strewn all over my skies.
I will guard her solitude, her pillow fortress, and bid her farewell as she drowns beneath the sheets.
I will find us a suitcase, and we’ll cram all the worlds that we co-create.
I will build her a bridge made of words so that she’ll reach her forgotten dreams.
I will pour her a glass of red wine, and wait for it to fall drunk once pressed against her voluptuous lips.
I will weave her seamless wings, and she’ll teach me what’s it like to fly.
I will overwhelm her with every thought, till she hears our bones crush, till our souls coincide.
I will write her something to hold onto, and she will unfold it like she is about to read an invitation to slip into outer space.
I will write her, and she will read me, till language falls in love with us all over again.
I will never ask love from her, but I will always love her silently and wait timelessly.
I will wait for her at her doorstep forever without ever knocking her door.
I will wait for her till the last train leaves, till the stars die, till there is no time left.
I will love her harder than the last lifetime, by making her feel alive and her feet won’t touch the ground.
I will love her beyond lifetimes through millennia of being trapped in an infinite time loop, by showing her what it feels like to be the supernova among countless tiny stars in galaxies.
I will adore her endlessly, and there is no poetry more beautiful than that, and this is only the first of my pledges to her.
This poem is taken from the blog:  narcoticwords.wordpress.com
The blog is run by:  Mugilan Raju
The original post address is:  narcoticwords.wordpress.com/2019/04/15/a-pledge/
[Disclaimer:  This post is copied from the original site without prior authorization.  I make no claim to ownership.  The “poem” is presented here because multiple lines struck chords with my soul.  I will edit, abbreviate or remove the post at the original owner’s request.
Please visit the original blog if you have some spare time.     —     kmab]
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2022	Most First Steps Start From Here
2021	B3: Start By Just Being You
	Everybody Tells Me So (Can’t Buy Me Love)
2020	Never B3
2019	No Small Thing
2018	Unsaid And Undone
2017	Evidence Of Faith
2016	Patience Is A Virtue
2015	Slow Faith
2014	Not In Any Sense
2013	The Circus On TV
2012	To Be Stronger
2011	Are You Sure?

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Feeling Childish Excitement And Pride

Do you ever feel the childishness of old age?  I don’t mean second-childhood, but the particular childish excitement at being able to do things dexterously?  —  to pour out milk without spilling it, to put things back in their proper places, to be capable and responsible?  It is a pure pride, as it was then.  I only get it occasionally, and it lasts like morning dew.
—     Sylvia Townsend Warner, age 82
Letter to David Garnett, 30th May 1976
From:  Letters of Sylvia Townsend Warner
Found at one of the blogs I follow:  Letters of Note
The specific post is:  I Think On Of The Noblest Projects
[Please visit the original site and support it if you are able to.     —     kmab]
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On This Day In:
2023	Tears On My Pillow
2022	Prayers For Ukraine
2021	Be Your Own Hero
	Another Frog King (I Am I Said)
2020	Still Trying To…
2019	Press Freedom
2018	Or Loyalty To An Unqualified And Incompetent President
2017	A Bad Sale
2016	Be Happy!
2015	Are You Feeling Cold?
2014	Never Asked
2013	In Praise Of Change
2012	John Carter Of Mars
	Circular
2011	How Much And When

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Keep Looking

Keep all your promises, don’t take what doesn’t belong to you, and always look after those less fortunate than yourself, and you’ll do well in the world.
—    Rebecca Rupp
From:  “The Dragon of Lonely Island“
[The above quote was found on one of the blogs I’ve followed for several years:  ” I Didn’t Have My Glasses On“,  located at:  https://ididnthavemyglasseson.com/
The specific post is located at:  https://ididnthavemyglasseson.com/2019/12/16/do-well/
Please visit the original site if you have some free time.    —    kmab]
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On This Day In:
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2022	Don’t Pretend
2021	I Like Curves More, Too
	I Don’t Know What I’d Do (I’ll Never Find Another You)
2020	Pay It Forward
2019	From My Sullied Prison (I Am A Rock)
2018	In My Room (2)
2017	Pretending
2016	And Songs Too…
2015	On The Road To Failure
2014	Each Moment
2013	Conversation
2012	4 Down, 11 Done (At Last)
	I’m Not Afraid
2011	Who’s Risk Is It, Anyway?

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Perhaps Someday… Just Maybe… A Smile

Treasure hunting…
In an attempt to normalize my retirement into something a little less complicated and chaotic, I decided it was time to do some decluttering around the old homestead.  So I headed off on a mission to get rid of anything no longer useable [sic].  I scrounged around in the forgotten corners of everyday living. Pulled down old boxes hidden away on closet shelves.  Rummaged through various ‘junk’ drawers filled with unrecognizable items and hauled out all those totes of neglected memories that were long ago stuffed into the darkest pits of uselessness…  known as the basement and attic.
At first glance, I believed them to be just more clutter that would soon be headed for the trash container.  Things like plastic bins of pens with no ink, sticky note pads that no longer had any stick and dried up colored markers that had been saved away so many years ago…  because who knew when they might come in handy.  Most of these were disposed of quickly.  This was going to be one of those ‘honey do’ weekend tasks that I would make short work of and be done with in time to watch the ball game.
But as I sifted through the various totes and containers, I realized that each memento once occupied the center stage of the drama we call ‘our lives’.  Things that had been so important to us that they were worth lugging around the world as we moved from one house to another.  There were so many memories of our past lives hiding away in those boxes and totes.  Trophies that I am not sure which child won them, photographs of people whose faces I had forgotten.  Pressed flowers from prom’s and weddings, half-written stories and poems, love letters sent and received.
I learned some valuable lesson buy [sic] reading those old poems and examining the faces of those people that were with us in our childhood.  They all told me a story.  Stories about who we were so many years ago and how we became the people we are today.  So I returned each box to its former place of honor.  Perhaps someday, after we have no need for mementos or memories, our grandchildren will go through all our boxes of treasures.  Just maybe, they will get a little bit better understanding of who we were.  I hope it brings a smile to their heart.
—     Jerry Brotherton
[The post above was originally on a blog site I followed for a number of years:  http://thebackyardpoet.com/  run by:  Jerry Brotherton
The specific link to this post was at:  http://thebackyardpoet.com/2019/08/24/treasure-hunting/
Unfortunately, the site and link are no longer available as Jerry has stopped posting and (apparently has) retired his site.  My loss…
Disclaimer:  I make no claim to ownership of the above blog post.  I have been following a number of blogs for several years and this post was saved locally (by me) because I intended to mention it on my site.  If Jerry happens to stumble across my site and wishes me to remove or alter the above post, I will, of course, do so…     —     kmab]
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On This Day In:
2023	Imperceptible Steps
2022	Desert Springs
2021	And Usually The Former
	The Real Heir… (Hair Of The Dog)
2020	The Doggie Dab
	A Fork In The Road
2019	#LyingDonald’s Problem With The News And Truth
2018	Oh, Hell
2017	No Welcome Mat Here
2016	Making It Up
	A Missed Beat
2015	We Are All Explorers
2014	Still Trying To Cope
2013	Dear Diary (A good chuckle!)
2012	Conveniently Sequential
2011	King’s Speech Number Four
	Rational Probability

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Enormous Effort

One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born.  But before prehistory there was the prehistory of prehistory and there was the never and there was the yes.  It was ever so.  I do not know why, but I do know that the universe never began.
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Make no mistake, I only achieve simplicity with enormous effort.
—    Clarice Lispector
From her book:  “The Hour of the Star“
[This quote was originally found on one of the blogs I have been following for several years:  A Pondering Mind  at:  https://aponderingmind.org/
The specific post is at:  https://aponderingmind.org/2019/09/02/all-the-world-began-with-a-yes/
Please visit the original site if you have a spare minute.     —     kmab]
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On This Day In:
2023	Inviting Dispute
2022	Beautiful Curves
2021	Life Is…
	Thank You Guardians (OTG)* (Come And Get Your Love)
2020	Why #DonTheCon Hates, Belittles And Fires Honest Government Employees
2019	What Do You Want?
2018	Wakanda Forever
	I’d Be Happy With Another Score (Or So)
2017	In Defense Of A Free Press
2016	Lost Opportunity
2015	Are You Listening Ladies?
2014	Practice, Practice, Practice
2013	A Fist Full Of Confusion
2012	Teaching Faith
2011	The Heart Of Terror
	The Proportion Of Gravity And Probability

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Becoming Better

How To Become A Better Person
Every once in a while
Smile
Every hour or half
Laugh
Every person you meet
Greet
Every other day
Play
Every now and then
See a friend
Every month or two
Review
Every year or so
Grow
Written by:  Frank Solanki
[Found on one of the blogs / websites I follow:  “Frank” at:  https://franksolanki.com/
The specific post is:  https://franksolanki.com/2024/01/27/how-to-become-a-better-person/
Disclaimer:  I make no claim to ownership of this quote / writing / verse.  The copy appears here without prior approval of the author or of the site owner.  If requested by the owner, I will remove or modify the post to their satisfaction.
Please visit the original site if you have some spare time.     —     kmab]
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On This Day In:
2023	8 to 12 Hours Per Day
2022	True Measures
2021	Moments With You
	I Remember I Told My Sorrow (Just Can’t Get You Out Of My Mind)
2020	A Post-Valentine Thought
2019	A Little Magic
	‘Cause It Makes Me Feel Happy (Send Me On My Way)
	The Mark Against Your Name
2018	Nice To Meet You
2017	All Nations & Religions
2016	Given The Choice
	Why Is He Wearing Red?
2015	Within The System
2014	None But…
2013	Obviously Longer
2012	A Childhood Poem
	Who Are You Callin’ Leather-Faced?
2011	In No Particular Order
	The Need For Proof

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You Know Not

Journey
Be Kind,
For you know not the strength of your words,
On the heart.
Be Thoughtful,
For you know not the strength of your understanding,
On the Mind.
Be Brave,
For you know not the strength of your courage,
On the Journey.
[The above poem is from one of the blogs I have followed for several years:  FORGOTTENMEADOWS:  thoughts from my mind to yours
The blogs location is:  https://forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com/
The link to the specific post is:  https://forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com/2020/03/09/journey-2/
Disclaimer:  I make no claim of ownership to the original post or to the poem.  The poem is being presented without prior permission or authorization from the site owner.  If they request removal or modification of this post, I will, of course comply.
Please visit the original site if you have some spare time.     —     kmab]
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On This Day In:
2023	Active Waiting
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2021	Emergent Novelty
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2020	A Steep Price Ahead
	Möbius
2019	Eureka!
2018	Learning About My Humanity
2017	Laugh Or Shake Your Head
2016	The Expected Cure
2015	Of Two Minds
2014	Pride And Remembrance
2013	Repeating Bad Memories
2012	No Sooner
2011	Just Cheesy!
	Are You Illin’?

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A Permanent Spark Inside

Human Music
It is the tradition in Wales, as I am sure in many other places, to welcome in the New Year with a concert or other musical event.  So I found myself last night in the village hall listening to two local bands playing.  Now I do not have a musical bone in my body, I can play no musical instruments and totally lack any sense of rhythm.  But I still enjoy music and have fairly catholic tastes, I can usually find something in all forms of music that appeals to me.  When I was young I used to be adamant that I didn’t like Opera but that was before I took my daughter to Die Valkyrie and I discovered I was a Wagner fan.  Similarly my disdain for Country music evaporated when I worked for a period in Columbia S.C. and subsequently discovered Hootie and the Blowfish.  I am pretty confident that there will be something in all types of music that I will be able to find enjoyable.
I presume this is because music is such a basic form of communication between us.  We may not share the same language as someone else and we may not be able to exchange many facts with them.  But through music we are able to convey feelings and emotions with others though we do not share any tongue in common.  It is very likely that in our species the development of language and that of music are closely intertwined.  It is hard to think of a human celebration that doesn’t use music – not only the pleasures of the Wedding March” or the songs of praise at worship, but also the sad or fearful times of our lives with the funeral marches, The Last Post or even the skirl of the pipes as armies are lead into battle.  Even those of us, like myself, who can play no instruments nor compose any songs still have music in our lives.  As Nietzsche that ardent atheist and nihilist said “Without music, life would be a mistake“.  This may have revealed the chink in his theories;  as when we sing to ourselves, through happiness, fear or sadness, we are showing that there are always two of us present.  The singer, that associated with our bodies and the present, and the listener, that spark inside, which is our permanent core.
It is that ability to communicate that makes music enjoyable to me and is why I always prefer real, live, human music to reproduced music no matter how good it is.  I enjoyed my evening listening to two local bands (who were, incidentally, excellent) in the company of my friends and neighbours.  Hearing music made ‘up close and personal’, with all the content (the coughs, the mistakes, the breathing, the fluffed notes) carries much more emotion than simply the song or tune itself.  You understand the emotion or concentration far better when you can see the facial expressions or sweat of the performers.  No matter how good the recording on my CD may be, the effect of being so close to he performers and the audience makes live music superior every time.
I have been to live music events in arenas and stadia.  But I much prefer small scale, local musical events – music on a human scale.  When I attend other concerts I was part of a much greater crowd, for example when hearing “Yes” or “Andre Rieu” but this was not as part of a real community.  In these events we were all either old or young, classical or jazz lovers, fans of a band or genre.  We were a tribe.  We were not a living breathing community with the young and the old, the rich and the poor, the academic and the farmer, all coming together to share enjoyment and welcome the start of another year.  In these large events you can loose your individuality to become part of the mass and you make no links to others in that mob. In small events you keep your individuality and start to recognise other individuals and create links with them.  Not only sharing the music but communicating about it as well.  Last night created the links that are the glue that will hold our community together over the coming year.
When I think back to my own childhood and recall Hogmanay’s of years ago.  While I can remember the drinking and the carousing, the strongest memories I have are of the singing.  I remember us, as children, singing to the adults.  I remember my Mum and Dad singing to the gathered people and I remember my parents singing with their neighbours.  I remember when older, and a student in the city, walking the streets on Hogmany looking for parties and knowing where to go by hearing the signing from the windows.  If there was no singing there was no point in knocking on the door!  Despite the pleasure that can be had from mass produced commercial music it would be a great shame is we lost the home grown, local, small scale musical events.  We should be careful that we don’t allow increased personal access to music to reduce our shared communal appreciation of music as the latter is by far the more important.
Blwyddyn Newydd Dda / Happy New year
—   henacynflin
(for those who don’t speak Welsh, “henacynflin” roughly translates to “old man” in English)
[This post was found on a blog I follow: Looking Back In Sadness at:  https://henacynflin.wordpress.com/
The original post can be found at:  https://henacynflin.wordpress.com/2019/01/03/5707/
This is an “unusual” post for me as I don’t normally re-post and entire post by another blogger.  I have made the exception here because the total means more to me than any of its parts (sentences or paragraphs).  The post is several years old, but it means more to me now than it did in 2019 as I have now spent some years trying to learn to play an instrument myself.  (LoL)
Please visit the original site if you have some spare time.
Disclaimer:  This post / blog belongs to the original writer (“henacynflin“) and / or his site / blog:  “Looking Back In Sadness“.  I am making no claim to ownership and am merely offering it on my site because the words “touched / moved” me.  The post is being reprinted without prior authorization or permission and I will remove it or attempt to abbreviate it if requested by the author / owner.    —    kmab]
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2022	Jeopardy
2021	Will Republican Senators Convict A Former President?
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2020	Republican Acceptance Of Abuse Of Office
2019	The Courage Of Four Skills
2018	And Stable Genius, Too
2017	And So We Continue
2016	Feeling Endangered?
2015	One Day
2014	Too Bad
2013	Unfinished
2012	First Steps Along The Path
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Splashing

Angels Can Laugh
For I have no wish to move planets;
I have neither the power nor will,
And heaven can stay right above me,
And the angels can laugh at my skill.
The world I know cannot be conquered;
Peevish logic would not have me try,
And death will come sooner or later
For a slumber my mind can’t deny;
And though I have dreams to be soaring
With the wind as my mantle and shield,
Reality always comes roaring
To submit to its wisdom and yield.
Yet something still trembles inside me
When confronting despotic regimes;
Though greatness itself may elude me,
I’ll still splash in the wealth of my dreams.
—     Sonya Annita Song
[Found at one of the blogs I follow:  https://reowr.com/
The specific post is at:  https://reowr.com/2019/01/13/angels-can-laugh/
Please visit the original site if you have some spare time…
Disclaimer:  This poem / writing belongs to the original writer (Sonya Annita Song) and / or her site / blog:  Reowr.com.  I am making no claim to ownership and am merely offering it on my site because the words “touched / moved” me.  The poem is being reprinted without prior authorization or permission and I will remove it and / or abbreviate it if requested by the owner.    —    kmab]
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2021	You Need Me On That Wall
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2019	Nothing Is Too Difficult For Me
	Patterns Of Caring
2018	And May Never Be
2017	Don’t Forget
2016	I Was A Percentage Man
2015	It Waits Patiently
2014	Unknown
2013	Explaining Love?
2012	Echoes of 1%
2011	Salaam, Egypt!!
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