Sisters of Mercy

 

Oh the sisters of mercy,

they are not departed or gone.

They were waiting for me

when I thought that I just can’t go on.

And they brought me their comfort

and later they brought me this song.
Oh I hope you run into them,

you who’ve been travelling so long.

Yes you who must leave everything

that you cannot control.
It begins with your family,

but soon it comes around to your soul.

Well I’ve been where you’re hanging,

I think I can see how you’re pinned:

When you’re not feeling holy,

your loneliness says that you’ve sinned.

Well they lay down beside me,

I made my confession to them.

They touched both my eyes

and I touched the dew on their hem.
If your life is a leaf

that the seasons tear off and condemn
They will bind you with love

that is graceful and green as a stem.

When I left they were sleeping,

I hope you run into them soon.
Don’t turn on the lights,

you can read their address by the moon.
And you won’t make me jealous

if I hear that they sweetened your night:
We weren’t lovers like that

and besides it would still be all right,
We weren’t lovers like that

and besides it would still be all right.

–beautifully written by Leonard Cohen

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Plain or Pretty – we can all relate to this

A reminder about the challenges of growing into ourselves.

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I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth
And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say “come dance with me”
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn’t all it seems at seventeen
A brown eyed girl in hand me downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
Said: “pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve”
The rich relationed hometown queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly
So remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debitures of quality and dubious integrity
Their small-town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received at seventeen
To those of us who knew the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
When dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me…
We all play the game, and when we dare
We cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say: “come on, dance with me”
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me, at seventeen
                    by Janis Ian
photo credit
daily post prompt: Dubious

Feed the Birds

Come feed the little birds, show them you care
And you’ll be glad if you do
Their young ones are hungry
Their nests are so bare
All it takes is tuppence from you
Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag
“Feed the birds, ” that’s what she <he> cries
While overhead, her <his> birds fill the skies
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Lyrics by Songwriters: Richard M. Sherman / Robert B. Sherman (Mary Poppins)
Feed the Birds lyrics © Walt Disney Music Company
painting by CD-W from a photo I took in Italy

Try “Playing” Along even if it’s not on a keyboard

First Movement : I started taking piano lessons when my kids were young. It was, you know, one of those things you want to try. As it turned out, although I truly enjoyed making sounds on the piano, I never could manage to really play.

Second Movement: Before Ludwig Von Beethoven was completely deaf, he composed “Quasi una fantasia,” roughly translated as “almost a fantasy” but better known as Moonlight Sonata.

Third Movement: Around this time, I was also taking art lessons. I wanted to draw something other than stick figures. So, I tucked a bunch of art classes under my belt.

Fourth Movement: I watched a a movie about the great composer who left his estate to his “Immortal Beloved” – also the name of the film. I love this movie! Especially 2 particular scenes – the one at the end (you’ll have to watch), and the one where Beethoven, in his later years, plays Moonlight Sonata with his head rested on the piano so he can “feel” the notes.

Wrapping up this Composition:

So, I took a screen shot of that particular scene. (A great idea for practicing artists)

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And made my own interpretation.

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As I assumed all along, we can’t all be Beethoven’s.

But in our own ways, we can play along.

(Even if it’s a play on words)

Playin Hard to Get

 

 

Chanting naked? You bet’cha!

“What are you going to do? Run around naked and chant?”

When my husband had asked me that question years ago, I laughed. When I returned from the Hilde Girls women’s retreat, I laughed more when I said, “Yes, we did!”

What is a “Hilde?”

Hildegard of Bingen, a German Benedictine abbess, was born around 1098. She first began experiencing visions at the age of three.

It wasn’t until she was 42 years old that Hildegard received a vision she believed to be an instruction from God, to “write down that which you see and hear.” And that is when she  became a writer and a healer through her knowledge of tinctures, herbs and precious stones. But that’s not all! She also became a composer, philosopher, polymath, and illustrator.

In this mandela, Cultivating the Cosmic Tree, the elements of fire, air, water and earth are seen in this “quartering of the circle.”

Back to the retreat – Yes, some of us stripped off our clothing but all of us stripped down to our core being. What’s not to like about drumming and singing around a fire under a full moon?

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Thank you St. Hildegard!

 

For “8 Reasons Why Hildegard Matters Now”, read here.

Daily word prompt: Circle