another green world

morning arising

i hadn't considered the healing power of the colour green although i've long known that i crave colour of any hue or shade through the winter time. green occurs naturally in many forms but it's presence in leaves is what i miss most profoundly through our wintertime. to be fair, evergreens do come close to satisfying that hunger but their thin elongated bodies don't provide me with the soft hand-like features of leaves, they don't rustle softly in a breeze, and they don't shimmer through all the shades of green as the sun passes over their bodies.

you can imagine my joy - inner and outer - with the instant immersion into the lush green world of cuba.

another green world

most magical of all for me was the presence of vast numbers of palm trees. as a boy i connected these to readings of treasure island and tales of other similarly magical and exotic places

in which adventures were assured!

as a pre-mature adult, i'm drawn to the sensual repetition of their arcing leaves and the deep blue and fluffy- white parabolas of sky that dance in-between.

today's listening included "anthem" (words by leonard cohen) performed by suns of arqa

turn it up!!

rock the studios!! rock the porches of america!! shake the chateau!! melt the icebound canadian ponds!!!

lyrics (in case you're drawn to sing along!)

anthem

the birds they sang
at the break of day
start again
i heard them say
don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
she will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

ring the bells that still can ring
forget your perfect offering
there is a crack in everything
that's how the light gets in.

we asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
yeah the widowhood
of every government --
signs for all to see.

i can't run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
but they've summoned, they've summoned up
a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.

ring the bells that still can ring ...

you can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
you can strike up the march,
there is no drum
every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

ring the bells that still can ring
forget your perfect offering
there is a crack, a crack in everything
that's how the light gets in.

ring the bells that still can ring
forget your perfect offering
there is a crack, a crack in everything
that's how the light gets in.
that's how the light gets in.
that's how the light gets in.

leonard cohen