If I only lived in Italy, this is how it would be… Medaggio by Leonard Wren This would be my house and daily view.
More from ‘Secret Garden’
The amazing song to which you can listen below on YouTube is titled, “Sigma.” It is an Irish song written by David Agnew and recorded by 11 year old, Rhonan Sugure, of the Irish National Chamber Choir and the European group called Secret Garden. Below are the lyrics in English:
Fading Fingerprints
In my recent post, “The Last Gift,” I wrote about the last present that Dad gave me on Thanksgiving Day. It was practical, a plastic toothpick holder filled with toothpicks. This morning the thought occurred to me that Dad’s fingerprints, literally, are still on that gift. If I had the powder that the police use…
I Love Being Home
A shadow fell across our lives this year with the unexpected death of Wayne’s dad just before Christmas. The days have been bittersweet, remembering Papa and dealing with his absence. He was such a strong, quiet man. His influence steadied each of us. Now we are leaning into each other more, leaning into God more. …
Impressionistic Retroism
“’57 Belair” by Leonard Wren I serendipitously discovered that my favorite contemporary American impressionistic painter, Leonard Wren, has a collection of retroism. I find the juxtaposition of impressionistic art and retro-American lifestyle unexpected and appealing. Take a peek here if you want to see more.
Seven Goals for 2008
1) Spend more time with family. 2) Begin to learn some ragtime piano pieces like Maple Leaf Rag and The Entertainer. Although classical music is fun to play, it is not always fun to hear. But ragtime piano is always fun to play and hear. There is nothing like ragtime piano!
Leaping into 2008–With Moderation
I remember with great warmth the gelid winters of my youth. Growing up in Colorado, I experienced the true seasonal meaning of winter, snow, and ice. Sometimes we had below freezing temperatures for days and days, accompanied with days of snow and huge snowdrifts peaking in our front and backyards–the very thing children long for in…
haiku: the moon tonight
****************** It’s still magic, that silver moon hanging in the dark with contancy. ******************** I feel the ages in your soft light, those who looked with wonder too. **********************
haiku: barren branches
******************* Lacy and austere at once–beautiful barren trees–winter’s mystique. ********************* Frost-covered branches, in winter-land magic, play music when jiggled. **********************
Prying
We have not the reverent feeling for the rainbow that a savage has, because we know how it is made. We have lost as much as we gained by prying into that matter. -Mark Twain
Bonnie Saul Wilks 