Sunday, October 22, 2017

Mercy Now


My father could use a little mercy now
The fruits of his labor fall and rot slowly on the ground
His work is almost over it won't be long, he won't be around
I love my father, he could use some mercy now

My brother could use a little mercy now
He's a stranger to freedom, he's shackled to his fear and his doubt
The pain that he lives in it's almost more than living will allow
I love my bother, he could use some mercy now

My church and my country could use a little mercy now
As they sink into a poisoned pit it's going to take forever to climb out
They carry the weight of the faithful who follow them down
I love my church and country, they could use some mercy now

Every living thing could use a little mercy now
Only the hand of grace can end the race towards another mushroom cloud
People in power, they'll do anything to keep their crown
I love life and life itself could use some mercy now

Yeah, we all could use a little mercy now
I know we don't deserve it but we need it anyhow
We hang in the balance dangle 'tween hell and hallowed ground
And every single one of us could use some mercy now

Every single one of us could use some mercy now
Every single one of us could use some mercy now


--Mary Gauthier (lyrics)



Saturday, October 7, 2017

Wabi-Sabi

Wabi-sabi suggests that beauty is a dynamic event 
that occurs between you and something else. 
Beauty can spontaneously occur 
at any moment given the
proper circumstances, context, or point of view. 
Beauty is thus an altered state of consciousness, 
an extraordinary moment of 
poetry and grace.

– Leonard Koren




Thursday, October 5, 2017

Learning is the Thing for You

The best thing for being sad," replied Merlin..."is to learn something. That's the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. 

--T. H. White, The Once and Future King




Forsythia

  What must it feel like after months of existing as bare brown sticks, all reasonable hope of blossoming lost, to suddenly, one warm April ...