Monday’s Music Box: Changes, Fortunes, Misfortunes and Circumstances

Our world is turned on its head.  We are reinventing ourselves.  We are reinventing our Selves.

We are closing–after less than a year and a half–the doors of our beloved café.  It is for good.  We want to believe it is for the best.  For us all.  This was a dream whose time was not now.  The cost was too high.  We have no more to give.

We are closing–after over ten years–our catering business.  This has been our world.  This has been our life.  We are tired.  We are getting old before our time.

We are moving, as well, our home.  We are down-sizing.  By a ratio of seven to one.

Our world is turned on its head.

We are frightened but we are also excited about new beginnings.  More time together. More time to pursue what really matters to us, what we truly value in our selves as persons.  Our art.  Our words.  Our music.

We are ready for a new life.  We are ready for new lives.

So….

No music this week.  Words instead.

This story has been much on my mind.

We all live in a cloud of unknowing.

At times, this becomes much more apparent.

(Many thanks to juntamng for sharing this story.)

 

 

 

Phriday Phaiga 7/17/15

Have a New-phound Phriday!

Wednesday Witty-schism — Inside/Outside

(my mind's continuing verbal wars with itself.)





"Outside of the self, there is no happiness to be found.

Inside of the self, it’s too dark to find anything."

Monday’s Music Box: Band on the Run

…because….well, because it’s one of the greatest songs ever…

…from one of the greatest albums ever…

…and because….

…because time and circumstance are uncanny bedfellows…

…because…

“…if we ever get out of here…”

“…thought of givin’ it all away…”

“…to a registered charity…”

…as the last customer walked out the door…

…a tear in his eye…

…only just today…

…only just…

…only…

Phriday Photo — Hover, Phly

Quoets for Poets: audience?

“Never use the word ‘audience.’ The very idea of a public, unless a poet is writing for money, seems wrong to me. Poets don’t have an “audience”: They’re talking to a single person all the time.”
–Robert Graves, from the Paris Review, The Art of Poetry No. 11