CAN YOU FEEL IT?

Here I sit, in my Honey Pot painted bedroom. I am listening to the magical sounds of the symphony. It has recently become my favorite choice of musical connection to listen to while I am thinking and just relaxing. It really draws from my inner mind what I feel everyone should feel with music....and that's thankful.

Music is something that everyone can relate to. It can invoke feelings of happiness yet sadness. It can make people feel like dancing, like partying and most of all, it can make people reflect to any given time. There is music for every culture, every race, every moment and every individual. Even those who cannot hear have the ability to feel music. They can feel the vibrations of sound and in their own mind they can create solitude and peace with what they think it would sound like.

I remember my father saying; "music is the right stuff" ... gosh, he was so right. I have never known anything other then the spoken word to be as powerful as music. It touches everyone. Even those who do not share the same sentiments towards it as I do, as I have and as I always will, well they even have at some point had to think back and beable to relate to the words of a song.

I learned to play piano at a young age and I always loved it. Didn't matter how many other things I missed doing with my friends because I had to practice or because it was time for another rediculously long music lesson, my appreciation grew for what my family was allowing to happen. My parents were giving me another way to love. A way I could share what I was feeling and enter the hearts of others.

As we approach Valentine's Day the power of music is around me. I began to realize that this "day" approaching us is highly over-rated and not just for lovers. It is simply love..it is about love and to me music is that. Music can be that. Just let it fall upon your ears like a softly fallen snow. Let it enter your thoughts and mind and sweep away the worries that make heavy your everyday. Let yourself sit, lay, stand whatever and feel as I do right now. Totally at peace for the sound of music is around me...it is in me...and it will always be.

I love you.

Happy New Year

A little late but I had wanted to ensure that I took the time to wish everyone the bext for 2007.

I had a rough 2006. I am sure there are a few of us in the circle who can say the same. I would like to put all the bad times behind me and focus on the new good comings of the year ahead. I am excited to try a new focus and see how it works for me this year.

Good luck to all of you and let me know about the happy things that happen.

MuCh LoVe

MUSIC

Jesse remembered how much she meant to Parker. She could see it in his eyes. The sparkle that comes from love...from true love. A passion that doesn't come and go quickly.

Parker would hold her and caress her neck ever so gently within his palms. Holding her close and playing with her. When he played her, she spoke to him eloquently, she sang to his request. She sang songs of courage and love. Sometimes she sang songs of hatred and heart break. All the while, it was him that made her want to do this. It was him that gave her the ability to do this. Redemption. Without him, she was nothing. She travelled with him and remained by his side each and every day.

Her shapely curves allowed her to produce sound that he felt only he could appreciate. Deep and powerful yet often soft and bellowing. He wanted to share her with everyone. And everyone wanted to hear her sing as he played. She was a love that would never go away. She wanted to be played, and heard. She wanted to be appreciated, just like every good girl.

One brisk evening as the moon cascaded over the treetops, he showed Jesse what made him breathe easy. Jesse saw what made his dreams come to fruition and move mountains. When Parker took her shawl off and held her, Jesse could see why he was so in love. The idea that one thing so small could produce feelings so intimate left her in awe. He held her there in all her nakedness for Jesse to see.

Jesse began to feel a butterfly in her tummy. She drew from Parker's aura and was enjoying each minute as he tried to show her... as he tried to show what was the "right stuff". The right stuff being music....being love....being everything he could make it.

Everything he could make his guitar.

NOTHINGNESS

I sit here today, at work again.
I sit here today thinking of times from within, times with happiness cheeriness and...
And thin the times were, the times were nothing, they were irreplacable parts of nothing in life.
I sit here today remembering times of nothingness that seemed to be so much.
The times I remember made me happy, sad, hurt and mad.
The times I remember made me vengeful and glad.
How could the times I remember be parts of nothingness? How could they be so thin? So transparent that I truly begin to think of what comes from within.

As I sit here today now contemplating what matters.
I remember the clothes they were wearing and the tears in their eyes. I remember the chatters.
Chatters of everything that mattered...mattered to them as they chattered.
Mattered to them as life happened around them. Then, not only I, but them saw nothingness. Saw what they thought was something turn out to be meaningless morsels of LIFE that come in and out of our bodies as simply as air in our lungs.

Who does this to us? Who lets us slip from reality into thinking something matters that normally we would not give a damn about?
What makes us feel so much? What makes us feel passionate enough to show emotion?
When do we let ourselves lose sight of reality and feel strongly of things that replace trueness?
Where do these feelings come from? If they are reflexions of "nothingness" then how can we feel so much?
Why? And lastly why do we let ourselves lose sight of what matters. What matters as we chatter about the later instead of living in the now and feeling how we should...feeling love, and happiness and good tidings from above.

Five little questions we forget each day. We lose sight of the "heart of the matter" to fit in, to be parts of nothingness as apposed to greatness that comes truly from within... comes from within me.

Jake's Christmas Pics for 2006

JAKE OLIVER WILLOWSPRINGS CHRISTMAS 2006

So here is my little Yorkie...all ready for Christmas. He was at the doggie spa all day on Saturday. He was so cute when I brought him home I decided to take some pre Christmas pictures. Hope you enjoy them...I had fun taking them!!!

Amelia May Kirkey

This is just an updated picture for you bloggers who may recognize this little angel. This is Kirkey and Nikki's little gift. I love her like my own. She is the perfect baby. Always happy, content and smiling...well except for this one but her thumb just tasted too good!!!

Go boys go

"Go boys go, they'll time your every breath. And everyday your in this place your 2 days nearer death"....

The first time I heard this I knew someone had to be feeling the same as I was. Strange thing to say, this I am sure. I just realized how for each and every day we spend in the workplace, slaving away, conscienciously completing what is demanded. Letting it suck the life from us as our energies and talents are suffering. Being little robots of boredom and redundant activities is enough to kill ones soul. That's where it starts. The hatred, the daunting behaviors and the criticisms of crap from the miserable bastards who do this to us.

Now would this be true for me to say...are they "doing" it to us. Are they ass fucking us or are we doing this to ourselves? Self reflection is necessary once you feel like the above mentioned. We must look at our innerselves and choose what to do with our days...if we let "them" tear the shreds from us, then"we" are no better then they are.

In the chambers it begins
In the chambers is where it ends
Spinning, turning minds are burning

Burning, burning
Twisting, turning
Can we leave this place
Can we be again

Every day in this place you're two days nearer death
2 days nearer death yet so far from the best..keep on pushing
Keep on trying, living...learning, twisting and turning
Burning
Burning