Dream, when you’re feeling blue
Dream, that’s the thing to do
Just watch the smoke rings rise in the air
You’ll find your share of memories there
So dream when the day is through
Dream, and they might come true
Things never are as bad as they seem
So dream, dream, dream…Ella Fitzgerald
“We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.”
Blessed Mother Teresa
One drop at a time…†…monos en theos…jim
I grew up in West Texas. My family up and moved to the Dallas area when I was thirteen. I can remember this feeling that came over me of feeling a bit closed in. When you grow up with the open skies of West TX, it can be just a mite claustrophobic with all the trees and hills. You throw in a few days of solid cloud cover, with rain mixed in and well…I guess it is something that only someone from the vastness of open skies can relate to.
So, under wet and grey clouds, I had to pull up an old West Texas sunset to brighten the day…monos en theos…†…jim
Just as the sun sets to the west for rest.
So am I
I will be taking a respite from posting for a fortnight.
I know, BALDERDASH you scream!
You will survive, as will I.
Happy trails to you until we meet again…monos en theos…†…jim
Summer has ended
The sun has gone down
The field sits empty
Backstop vacant
Roy Hobbs never showed
& the mighty Casey has struck-out.
Someday are just empty & blue…†…monos en theos…jim
Black gold, Texas Tea
A regular staple of the West Texas landscape.
I feel such a hypocrite to complain of what the whole process does to our mother earth,
as I sure expect it to be there when I fill up my thirsty Chevy truck.
monos en theos…†…jim
Across the street from yesterdays “Sunset Motel”, and looking west instead of east, there was a whole different view.
The rails do run both ways. Just be sure to remember to look both ways before crossing!
monos en theos…†…jim
There is little to compare with West Texas skies.
The wind rattled the old sign
Thunder shook the ground
I strived to capture a lightning bolt
I grew afraid, cowered in the truck
Added the lightning via the safety of photoshop.
Everything is not as you see…monos en theos…†…jim
Rest in peace my fellow flyer, no more black dog after you.
Hope you get a seat up front.
I am lifted that at least I know money and fame are not the answer.
Sadden by our lost.
Prayers to Robin Williams wife, family, close friends and those who knew but couldn’t help.
Monos en theos…†…jim
“I draw prayer round me like a dark protective wall, withdraw inside it as one might into a convent cell and then step outside again, calmer and stronger and more collected again.”
Etty Hillesum
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