My heartfelt response in kind, would be ... must be ...

... My Anthem ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0B7sH5QLyXY

... When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair

When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern light

We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

Who will go down to those shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year

The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
That when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days

And so they linked their hands and danced
Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night descends
When all the shades are gone

"A garland gay we bring you here
And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded out
The work of our Lord's hand" ...

(((Kate)))

(((((((Joy)))))))) ...


... ... Ya must have felt me posting to you in the other thread!


... How are ya love?

What/which travel plan is being impacted?

I'm doing well sweets, how are you?

I'm going to NJ this Wed and I hear a bad storm is brewing for my arrival...

I'm way behind in all that is the wrappings and trimmings of my personal life and biz ...

... Still, just had to log in and goof off a bit, yeah? Blow off a lil steam and just play!

And, worried about JesseLee down under ...

... Can't seem to find her, so she prolly went inland, I hope!!!

Uggghhhh, I do not like to fly, much less in bad weather ...

... My Dad was a jet pilot and I have this dumb arse belief system that he used up all my good miles! Stupid, eh???

Still, I've flown a great deal in spite of my trippin' ...

... Hope it blows over, babe, and is SMOOTH sailing ...

... Tower of Song ~ Leonard Cohen ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FH8P1ZDy9uA


My friends are gone and my hair is grey.
I ache in the places where I used to play.
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on.
I'm just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.

I said to Hank Williams: “How lonely does it get?”
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet,
but I hear him coughing all night long,
a hundred floors above me in the tower of song.

I was born like this, I had no choice.
I was born with the gift of a golden voice,
and twenty-seven angels from the great beyond,
they tied me to this table right here in the tower of song.

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
- I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all.
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong.
They don't let a woman kill you not in the tower of song.

Now you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sure:
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor,
and there's a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrong.
You see, you hear these funny voices in the tower of song.

I see you standing on the other side.
I don't know how the river got so wide.
I loved you, I loved you way back when -
And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed,
but I feel so close to everything that we lost-
We'll never, we’ll never have to lose it again.

So I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back.
They’re moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track.
But you'll be hearing from me, baby, long after I'm gone.
I'll be speaking to you sweetly from my window in the tower of song.

My friends are gone and my hair is grey.
I ache in the places where I used to play.
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on.
I'm just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.

Tis all good here....no sloshing swooshing or surfing required.....thankfully....and thank goodnesses that all the other pacific rim countries were ok too...