Leon Williams ~ Crossing

Cranes ~ Cloudless

Like jumping in the breeze, falling in the sea
You live up there….
Like things you try to keep, moments as you sleep
You live up there….
And you were angels in her hair
As warm as summer air…you live up there
Like jumping in the breeze, falling in the sea
You live up there….
It feels like fields in June and spring
And lots of happy things… you live up there….

Like the things that never go away
And all the things you love
And all the moments that never end
And all the things you tried to say
You live up there, you live up there….

Higher than the sky, higher than you eye
You live up there
Higher than the clouds, higher than the clouds
You live up there….
Oh you live up there…. higher than the clouds
And when you kiss her there
You know, you know you’ll soon be in the air
Like falling in the sea
You’ll lay your head down next to me
You live up there
Higher than the clouds….higher than the clouds

Adam Mead ~ Quieted

I thought this might be a lovely image for our Thanksgiving holiday today. I hope we can all take a moment to reflect on all the things for which we should be grateful. And give thanks. Actually, this is something we should do everyday!

We can’t go back and change the past, but, going forward, we can certainly reach out to those in need, fight for those whom the system has failed, and pray for those simply lost in the hubbub, today.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Hauser ~ Adagio for Strings by Samuel Barber

From the YouTube comment section:


yuji matsuura

I think Samuel Barber’s Adagio expresses the sadness of the 20th century that we humans share. And I believed it was an unhelpful sadness that would never be purified. But Hauser’s performance purifies that sadness. It was a great surprise to me and deeply moved. Hauser sublimated his sorrow into a cleansed prayer. And I certainly saw the salvation of the soul beyond that sound. 感動して泣いたよ。ありがとう!

{sunday} Clint Cline ~ Nineteen61

Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Happy Sunday.

And now for some amazing Bill Evans to begin your day … or to complete your night …

Bill Evans Live ’64 ’75

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