Category Archives: Rare Glimpse of Humanity Caught on Tape

Mood Music, Lonely, Lazy Friday.

Hi Everybody. This is a young man, I believe his name is Nick Gardner. He’s playing keyboard (piano) and singing Tom Petty’s “Free Fallin”.  I like it.

Next, on the piano, my favorite rendition of Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” sung by Allison Crowe. I discovered this several years ago. By the way, this is the song I played (and sang) at my guitar recital. I believe I was the eldest student. Compliments I received at the reception afterwards ranged from a thumbs up, with nod to, “You were really brave to do that.” 😉 Yeah, It’s all my great talent that keeps me so brave.  More likely, it’s a determination I made long ago for all that I may never have, experience, or become–shame will never stake a claim. Deflecting shame is, in fact, the only talent I’ve nurtured throughout my lifetime. But, enough.  Here’s lovely Allison Crowe.


This article expresses, to a large degree, the way I think about things as I journey through life. I like you Ilse Se Fue…and I wonder what your name means.

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I have been trying to explore themes in the course of my life that occur more than once, and that can stimulate a good degree of thought on my part. One of those has been the passing of activists and visionaries. I started listening to Jazz around the age of sixteen. With Jazz, I felt embarrassed anytime I tried to write or talk about it because I didn’t feel I had the vocabulary. With music in general I could only express that a song made me feel giddy, dark, or uncomfortable. Elementary. And with Jazz, I admitted to myself that I felt like I was missing something, and I would often joke that it was because I was possibly atonal. Since then, I have allowed those feelings of “not getting it” to dissipate. I am not setting up a moral-of-the-story scenario, I just believe Jazz is stimulating because of what…

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Note about Religion, Also Lovely Tanzanian Orphans

Rene Descartes said, “I think, therefore I am” 

 I Say, “My Beliefs Construct My Identity.”

I don’t deny that what I think  is speculation–yet some of my speculation has rested on seemingly unchanged conclusions for so long that I find myself believing. I discover myself through believing these things, as I learn that they have become part of my self-concept*.  I might even be willing to fight to the death for the right to give voice to what I believe to be “true”, as I’m sure others would (under certain circumstances).

I’ve given up wondering why some of my “conclusions” “feel” unlikely to change, in spite of  new information. To me, it doesn’t matter. I do the hard work  –with wide-open eyes and ears-to-hear –of reconciling the “facts on the ground” with the unchangeable core of what I can’t (or don’t wish to) stop believing.

The very process of my considerations of potential truths, which to hold dear, is what convinces me that I belong here. It has become my reason for living.  I guess I’ve turned out to be a mystic, and I would also say I’m a Christian; however, coming from a Baptist upbringing, I feel uncomfortable saying “Christian mystic”.

Actually, I think religious labels are best shared only with her most intimate confidantes. I think one’s religion is like a personal habit, except that it involves emotional associations which could never be duplicated in another human’s mind. When one refers to her own belief, a plea for the listener’s empathy is understood–even if not vocalized, and not confidently anticipated.

The video below is a humble and happy rehearsal of “Be careful Little Eyes What You Do.” These kids have personality. I hope they  grasp that “being careful” means to use care–not to be leery.

My Take on each verse of this song:

1.  Eyes:  Be careful not to judge. Remember God sees what is in the heart.

2.  Ears:  Be careful not to take offense. Remember God has your back. You’re free to be compassionate as well as detached, even in emotionally charged situations.

3.  Hands:  No need to comment. (Although, torture, would certainly be out.)

4.  Feet:  Don’t set out to do anything believing the ends justify the means. “Life’s a journey, not a destination.”

5.  Tongue:  For goodness sake, do not defend laws and public policy that break the golden rule.

6. Heart whom you trust: This is too deep. Maybe some other time.

7. Mind what you think: Again, maybe some other time.

Without further adieu, please enjoy children of the Bethany Children’s Home, an orphanage in Tanzania:

*Below, please find a link to the page on self-concept:

If it doesn’t work, I’m sorry. It works if you cut and paste the url.

I wanted to post something happy. Courage and Honesty!

Please learn more about Aaron Swarz and his work regarding our inalienable rights in this country such as the freedom to pursue happiness. Please be inspired by this young man. The third link in this post is the easiest to follow as it is professionally done. The first link is very interesting, if a bit long. The second link from a few years ago–Aaron at the age of 22–is precious, but a little slow going.


This next link is a little slow moving, but it’s worth it. Please savor the human spirit. Consider the Holy Spirit. Be patient, but never give up. RIP to this young man. He leaves us much to finish.


Don’t miss the following important news report: It informs us that our enemies will not relent.


The Wrecking Crew—who knew? I wanna see the flick!

Thank you to my Q105 for linking me up with this.

DAY 31 – Van Gogh Recreated

DAY 31 – Van Gogh Recreated.

Thank you, Disashi Soul. 🙂

Rare Glimpse of Humanity Caught on Tape

Hope you enjoy this wonderful, partial, and humble rendition of “Carry on My Wayward Son” by Kansas. The full lyrics are posted below:

Carry on my wayward son,
For there’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no moreOnce I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I’m dreamin’, I can hear them sayCarry on my wayward son,
For there’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no moreMasquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don’t know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I’m like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune, but I hear the voices say

Carry on my wayward son,
For there’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more

Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life’s no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you

Carry on my wayward son,
For there’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more