Wednesday, August 18, 2010

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

Friday, August 6, 2010



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

Tuesday, June 1, 2010


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.)


Thursday, May 13, 2010

REDEMPTION


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

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

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



Tuesday, March 30, 2010

"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