4 posts tagged “love”
A long long time ago I gleaned that my old father had a problem with people celebrating his birthday. From my young and limited perspective I formed the erroneous belief that 'men' in general, did not appreciate having their birthdays create a stir (what my father would call 'making a fuss' or 'a waste o' money').I know better these days, including that their was something much more profound going on in my dear Sire. Nevertheless, the vestiges of this early training remain, such that I have noticed it is often far more easy for me to apply whimsical imagineering to the birthdays of my female friends and sisters then for most of the men in my sphere.
For 19 years.. James has been my brother-in-law and I have never registered his birthday day. This year though, something about it seeped into me and this is what was born..
So to dear James let me say; I have cherished you along with your dear wife from the day I first met you. I fully celebrate the rich character that you are, the husband and father I saw when first I fell in love with your wife's brother, and the light in your eyes that plays through all the years of our changes and maturing. May you look back from the 2020s and be deeply deeply satisfied with the Summer to Autumn of our Lives
Happy Birthday James!
May the Long Time Sun Shine Upon You
All Love Surround You
And the Pure Light Within You
Guide Your Way On
And Now (if he had let me embed it I would have but you have to go there!)...
I Give You: Dance Me To The End of Love:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yIdZ-rRnUkg&feature=related
{With special thanks to my sister Maggi who sent me the YouTube video in the first place, which succinctly coalesced my James' birthday celebrating thoughts into this!).
Lyrics (for everyone who has ever been afraid, for everyone whose Love has grown..):
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violinDance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
(Leonard Cohen if you didn't know!)
I was so glad to
see they had pasted this poem BIG on the window of our Santa Cruz "downtown host"
storefront today...
By Dan Gerber (originally entitled "2004" but pertinent again again..)
When your country has been a bad citizen again
and you're a little ashamed of her,
as you were of your four-year-old
when she threw another tantrum at the mall,
and you wanted to pretend you didn't know her,
that you weren't responsible for her bad behavior,
a citizen of the world, as you wish she would be.
Still her mountains glow in the late evening sun,
and your neighbors, who voted to support her arrogance,
smile kindly when you greet them, and you're moved,
observing their obvious affection for each other,
how he pulls up her collar against the chill breeze
and she smooths back his comb-over again and again.
You saw this in Cincinnati and again in Darfur,
people being conscious and considerate of others,
and you wonder how we ever draw the line
about whom we choose to comfort and whom
it might be quite permissible to kill.
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St Paul, Minneapolis:
Subject: From Starhawk @ the Republican National Convention--Convergence Center Raided
"Mayor,
Chris Coleman, has promised that St. Paul will be as welcoming to
protesters as to delegates, but no one has his home number and the cops have guns trained on kids..."
I do heartily encourage you to check out this blog posting which has everything to do with reclaiming life in all its rich vibrancy. I am filled with gratitude when anyone amongst us utters forth the words that are in their heart of hearts to Speak. Thus do we have the power to shape destinies...
