Greetings Dear Reader,
As most of the world turns to raking leaves and pumpkin
spiced obsessions I am already focused on the paving stones that lead to
Advent. The preparation for All Hallows
Eve, All Saints Day, and All Souls Day mean more to me than Jack-O-Lanterns and
Starbucks confections.
To forestall irritating my loved ones I will hold off a bit
on reveling in those things here and instead talk about something we all
share. My children and I all love music. Music soothes, stills, and reminds me. It calls me to see things more clearly and be
what I am supposed to be in every circumstance.
I actually have songs pop into my head as a backdrop to what
is going on in my life. What the DJ in
my head chooses often makes things clearer but sometimes she makes things
worse. (I know it is a she because there are sometimes voice overs and intros
along with the music. {Things such as “And to help you through that dental
visit here is the Secret Language of Birds by Ian Anderson. Fly away on those meds but don’t try to talk
to the birds in front of the dentist.})
I view music as one of my best gifts from God. I can carry a tune and play a couple of
instruments. The notes and words ferret
out what is hurting and force me to face.
They can define the core of my joy in good times. The soundtrack of my life often tells me how
I am feeling before I would have figured it out on my own.
I have music that I have with me all the time. I am going to walk through some of that so
that I can honestly assess where it belongs in my journey. I will share some of my music and discuss how
it helps me. Feel free to interact. As I always I value your comments Dear
Reader.
The
Secret Language of Birds – Ian Anderson
This sparkling wine is all but empty
Too late for trains and no taxis
I know the feeling, seems all too contrived
There was no master plan but the fact is
You must stay with me and learn the secret language of birds
A tentative dawn about to be breaking
On a Rousseau garden with monkeys in hiding
And the truth of the matter, yet to be spoken
In words on which everything, everything's riding
Now stay with me and learn the secret language of birds
Now stay with me and learn the secret language of birds
Circled by swallows in a world for the weary
Courted by warblers, wicked and eloquent trilling
Lie in the stillness, window cracked open
Extended moments, hours for the taking
Careless hair on the pillow, a bold brush stroke
Painted verse with a chorus, the chorus in waiting
Stay with me and learn the secret language of birds
Yeah, stay with me and learn the secret language of birds
Stay with me and learn the secret language of birds
Now, stay with me and learn the secret language of birds
Yeah, stay with me and learn the secret language of birds
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”
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