“If
the best man’s faults were written on his foreheadit would make him pull his hat over his
eyes.”
Gaelic proverb
Tuesday, September 15, 2020
September 15, 2020
CHOICE
If you were a brick, and if you had a choice, where would you like to end up? Near the front door, as part of the front steps, with a chance to listen to folks each evening? Up near the top where you could see two different streets and the harbor – seeing ships come and go? As a paper weight of a musician working on an opus – near an open window – composing greatness? What about being part of a prison, a hospital, a nursing home, a day care center, a stadium or a church? If you were a brick, would you ask, “Can I’ll tell you where I don’t want to be?”
“Nothing you write, if you hope to be any good, will ever
come out as you first hoped.”
Lillian
Hellman
Monday, September 14, 2020
September 14, 2020
PRODIGAL SON
There are moments and there are moments …. There are memories and there are memories …. Some moments become memories we can’t forget …. The son messed up. All he remembered was the embrace. The father waited. All he remembered was the “Thank you.” The older brother missed the celebration. All he remembered was the refusal.
I don’t know about you, but most of the time, I don’t get music, notes, tones or tunes. I know there are different instruments – and I know the sounds they make. For example, pianos, drums, trombones, and saxophones, but I don’t know how to play them. Sometimes music takes on the savage beast in me. Sometimes I tap my fingers and tap my toes. Sometimes I connect drums to the drum beat in my heart – so I hope that means there is hope for me. Toot. Toot. How about you?