What I am I wished to be, and what I wished to be I am.
From serenity comes gentleness, comes lasting strength.
For sheer excitement you can keep movie premieres and roller-coasters. An empty white canvas waiting to be filled. That's the thing.
Riding turns 'I wish into 'I can'.
In a world gone bad, a bear - even a bear standing on its head - is a comforting, uncomplicated, dependable hunk of sanity.
Music speaks of Platonic truth - the ideal river rather than the polluted reality, love as we dream it rather than we experience it, grief noble and uplifting rather than our distracted weeping. It is necessary to our survival and our sanity.
Horses lend us the wings we lack.
I think I'm lucky that I had kids as spread out as much as I did, 'cause my son, my oldest, was born when I was 21. And my youngest is 15 now. He was born when I was 40, you know?
Anne was a great girl. Hopefully she would have been a belieber.
Three of tonights performers are members of the group Return To One, whose album Hopes and Dreams I heard for the first time a couple of weeks ago. Blown away by the album, I called Nathan Hubbard, the drummer and composer for the group, and with whom I've played on a couple of Trummerflora-related occasions, and asked him to round up several of his Return To One cohorts for tonight's show. I can't recommend their album highly enough; please pick up a copy.
Chanting is the main thing in my life.