AMEN and BOW WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
http://youtube.com/watch?v=H17edn_RZoY

Uncommon wisdom...

and uncommon sense...

for the common,

GOOD!

Having just finished the first, of which I am sure will be many, reading(s) of this book, I recommend it highly as "required reading for life". If you fail to find your "situation in life" addressed here, you might check your pulse.

Sir Francis Bacon offered:

"Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested: that is, some books are to be read only in parts, others to be read, but not curiously, and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention."

The Noticer is, at once, both manna and magnificent banquet; that is, basic and simple, yet sumptuously satisfying. Chew and digest, indeed... and savor with dilligence and attention. This book will fill you and fortify you again and again and again. - daleach

TOO LITTLE TIME

Sometimes we've come so close together,

Our hearts have beat as one.

But, as if afraid to spoil ourselves,

We always turn and run.

Turn and run, but come up empty,

Then turn around and start anew...

But between the starts and turning,

Too little time for me and you!

daleach

This is the Body of Christ...

broken for you.

(You are the Body of Christ...broken for others.)

This is the Blood of Christ...

poured out for you.

(You are the Blood of Christ...poured out for others.)

REDEMPTION

This is a bittersweet story of redemption!
http://espn.go.com/video/clip?id=5186069&categoryid=2459789

Opposites, I

I am the center of my perceptions

Mine is the unanimous point of view

Mine the acceptance and the rejection

Mine the fears and the derring-do

Mine the truth and the deceptions

Mine the sun and the gloom

Mine your features and your failures

Mine the gods and the devils too

I am the center of my perceptions

Mine is the unanimous point of view

So, if some single soul can hurt me

Mine’s the hurt, I make it too

daleach

Hi Brother!

Hi Brother, I was
On a train headed for some town
When the conductor yelled,

“Next stop, Albuquerque!”
I yelled, “Man you better slow this damn thing down!”

For I must detain
Depart
Detrain
Must go to see my kin
‘Cause it’s been years since I was here
Don’t know when I’ll be again

So, Hi Brother, I was
In a train now pulling to a pause
Conductor yells, “This is Albuquerque!”
And I yell, “Clear the way, I’m coming through because…”

For I must detain
Depart
Detrain
Must go to see my kin
‘Cause it’s been years since I was here
Don’t know when I’ll be again

So Hi Brother, now I was
Dashing through the lounge car to the streets
When the conductor yelled, “Last Call!”
And I was trampled ‘neath the rush of a thousand feet

Still, Hi Brother, and I was
Sittin’ in the lounge car in a daze
When that conductor yells, “All aboard!”
And I yelled, “Hell, I never even got away!”

Did not detain
Depart
Detrain
Did not see my kin
Did not call to say, “I’m here!”
Or even, “How ya been?”

So now it’s, Goodbye Brother
‘Cause I am
Headed out of town and into space
But if it hadn’t of been for that conductor
You know I would have stopped by at your place
Yeah, if it hadn’t of been for that damn conductor
You know I would have stopped by at your place
Would have been so fine to see your smilin’ face

But I was, Hi Brother!

Griz
100383 AMTRAK Albuquerque, NM

"David Wilcox writes the best lyrics I have ever heard!" Thus spoke my E.O. (eclectic obsessive) friend, Mike Logback, some years back. I should explain the E.O., I suppose. Mike is blessed with a wide range of interests and talents, but he tends to get "highly focused" on only one at a time. There have been many phases...the Rodeo Phase, the Tail Dragger Phase (1st airplane), the Metal Artist Phase, the Guitar Phase, the Build-Your-Own Experimental Phase (2nd airplane) and likely many more that I am not privy to. Suffice it to say, whatever Mike does, he does with passion and total immersion.

Anyway, Mike was in his Guitar Phase at the time and spent most of his spare time, of which he has a multitude, playing and listening to music. I had no reason to doubt his judgement and bought myself a Wilcox CD and liked what I heard (although I wasn't yet ready to declare Wilcox the best I'd ever heard). I particularly liked a driving ditty by the name of "Eye of the Hurricane". The more I listened to David Wilcox's music/lyrics, the more I came to appreciate Mike's opinion.

Sometime later, I bought a two-disc DVD "David Wilcox: Live at the Workplay Theater" and became an unabashed fan. Wilcox is indeed a gifted lyricist and storyteller, but it goes much deeper than that. He is a thoughtful observer with an eye for relationships and the ability to invite/welcome the listener into insights he has been granted.

So my thanks go out to Mike and I pass on the word of encouragement to you to give a listen. The lyrics to one of my favorite Wilcox songs follows! Enjoy!

Show the Way
You say you see no hope, you say you see no reason
We should dream that the world would ever change
You're saying love is foolish to believe
'Cause there'll always be some crazy with an Army or a Knife
To wake you from your day dream, put the fear back in your life...

Look, if someone wrote a play just to glorify
What's stronger than hate, would they not arrange the stage
To look as if the hero came too late he's almost in defeat
It's looking like the Evil side will win, so on the
Edge of every seat, from the moment that the whole thing begins
It is...

(Chorus)
Love who makes the mortar
And it's love who stacked these stones
And it's love who made the stage here
Although it looks like we're alone
In this scene set in shadows
Like the night is here to stay
There is evil cast around us
But it's love that wrote the play...
For in this darkness love can show the way

So now the stage is set.
Feel you own heart beating
In your chest.
This life's not over yet.
So we get up on our feet and do our best.
We play against theFear.
We play against the reasons not to try
We're playing for the tears burning in the happy angel's eyes
For it's...

Love who makes the mortar
And it's love who stacked these stones
And it's love who made the stage here
Although it looks like we're alone
In this scene set in shadows
Like the night is here to stay
There is evil cast around us
But it's love that wrote the play...
So in this darkness love can show the way

David Wilcox

Simple Man

I am just a simple man

whose needs are very few...

A walk along the ocean's sand

some time now and then with you.

Starry skies are my bed's canopy

Meadow grass my comforter

Soft sweet breeze the lullaby

That lays me down at night to sleep

I have no time for the city's pace

there's nothing there I seek.

Just let me find some open space

beside a clear cool creek.

Starry skies are my bed's canopy

Meadow grass my comforter

Soft sweet breeze the lullaby

That lays me down at night to sleep

I love the smell of mountain air

the scent of new-mown hay...

The quiet of a forest lair

sunrise on a brand new day.

Starry skies are my bed's canopy

Meadow grass my comforter

Soft sweet breezr the lullaby

That lays me down at night to sleep

Yes, I am just a simple man

my needs are very few...

These things around me when I can

some time now and then with you.

daleach '85

G.K. Chesterton Quotes*

Man is an exception, whatever else he is. If he is not the image of God, then he is a disease of the dust. If it is not true that a divine being fell, then we can only say that one of the animals went entirely off its head.

Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a colored pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling.

The object of opening the mind, as of opening the mouth, is to shut it again on something solid.

The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see.

There is a road from the eye to heart that does not go through the intellect.

To be clever enough to get all that money, one must be stupid enough to want it.

To love means loving the unlovable. To forgive means pardoning the unpardonable. Faith means believing the unbelievable. Hope means hoping when everything seems hopeless.

When it comes to life the critical thing is whether you take things for granted or take them with gratitude.

Without education we are in a horrible and deadly danger of taking educated people seriously.

A teacher who is not dogmatic is simply a teacher who is not teaching.

Christianity has not been tried and found wanting; it has been found difficult and not tried.

Education is the period during which you are being instructed by somebody you do not know, about something you do not want to know.

How you think when you lose determines how long it will be until you win.

I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.

If I can put one touch of rosy sunset into the life of any man or woman, I shall feel that I have worked with God.

Let your religion be less of a theory and more of a love affair.

*To whet your appetite for more of this extraordinary thinker/writer. If you have never heard of him...never read any of his work, you are missing out on treasures untold! For starters go to http://chesterton.org/
and get an introduction! Enjoy! GRIZ

Trust Me With Your Eyes

You can trust me with your eyes

I like approaches without alibis

So I won't pretend I didn't see

But you can trust your eyes with me

You can trust me with your eyes

I'm into touch, not into tellin' lies

So, "Hello!" is all that lies between

You can trust your eyes with me

Oh I liked what I saw when you looked my way

I've seen that light of your eyes in the moon

I saw lightning bolts in your soulful sway

Felt your force field fill the room

I felt the room as it fell silent

I never felt this way before

I see, I feel, and I surrender

I'd like to hold your eyes some more

So trust me with some time

I won't be takin' yours just to be makin' mine

And there's always time enough to see

And time to trust your eyes with me

Trust me with your eyes

I like approaches without alibis

So I won't pretend I didn't see

But you can trust your eyes with me

There's always time enough to see

It's time to trust your eyes with me

daleach '85

comin' back

your eyes

your smile

that kiss

your hugs

it's all too very much

and i can't resist you

or your laugh

your voice

that shy way of yours

no, i can't resist you

though i gave it a try

but i keep comin' back

i come back to you

and i keep hopin' that

you'll come back to me

yes, i keep comin' back

i always come back to you

hopin' someday that

you'll come back to me

it's been such a long time

and time's so long without you

times, we've known the good life

make life lonely without you

and your eyes

your smile

that kiss

your hugs

you're just too very much

and i can't resist you

or your laugh

your voice

that shy way of yours

no, i can't resist

and i won't even try

no, i'll just keep comin' back

i'll come back to you

and i'll keep hopin' that

you'll get back to me

i keep comin' back

i always come back to you

i'm hopin' someday that

you'll come back around for me

daleach '88