
This is my amazing daughter, Emily Ruth, in her garden. Go, Em. <3
WRITING THE LONGEST REVOLUTION
My daughter Maggie, who is 12, asked for this song on CD for her birthday, I got it for her and I have fallen in love with it.
I did my best to notice
When the call came down the line
Up to the platform of surrender
I was brought but I was kind
And sometimes I get nervous
When I see an open door
Close your eyes
Clear your heart…
Cut the cord
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I’m on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Give my regards to soul and romance,
They always did the best they could
And so long to devotion
You taught me everything I know
Wave goodbye
Wish me well..
You’ve gotta let me go
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I’m on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
Will your system be alright
When you dream of home tonight?
There is no message we’re receiving
Let me know is your heart still beating
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I’m on my knees
Looking for the answer
You’ve gotta let me know
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
My sign is vital
My hands are cold
And I’m on my knees
Looking for the answer
Are we human
Or are we dancer?
Are we human?
Or are we dancer?
Are we human
Or are we dancer?
Heart <3
Jun 10th, 2010 by admin
Thanks to Jeyoani for reminding me of this song. <3
Jun 5th, 2010 by admin
Originally published January 3, 2009. <3
If You Had a Vineyard
Something Beautiful
Some of my other posts about Israel and Palestine:
Gaza as Woman
Gaza — December 27, 2008
Appeal for Emergency Aid to Gaza
Gaza — the People Speak
We Overcame Our Fear
Four Years Ago Today — Remembering Rachel Corrie
Bat Shalom — Israeli Women Call for Peace
Earth to Everybody: Israel Killing Civilians Including Children
Israeli Voices on the Siege of Gaza: But What Would You Do?
May 31st, 2010 by admin
…if I were the queen of all the world
I would go in chains just to see you free
Of the ropes that bind you
And the role you play
And the pride that hooks you
While the big ones get away
Love junkies wanna change the world:
It quickly stays the same
Money junkies hire all the smart ones
Power junkies run the game
One step at a time
Polarity Hill
If the bad guys don’t get you, baby
Then the good guys will
With angels on the take
And the gangsters in the yard
Hey don’t the wars come easy
Hey don’t the peace come hard
Now if I had a way to reach the sky
I’d grab that crescent moon
Wield it like a knife
Save you from the lies
From the ropes that bind you
And the role you play
And the game that hooks you
While the big ones get away

Elenos Adomaitienės tapyba Iš parodos Nacionaliniame muziejuje. Fotografuota parodos atidarymo metu 2010 05 20. Dalios Rastenienės nuotraukos Sukūrė:Liaudies Kultūra
By: Liaudies Kultūra
<3 to Michaela Maestas on Facebook.
May 28th, 2010 by admin
<3
May 25th, 2010 by admin
This comforts me. <3
May 24th, 2010 by admin
It`s been four years since that day when the news fell from the sky
You took “until we meet again” and turned it to “goodbye”
And I hope that you won’t rest in peace because that would bore you right to tears
You always made the richest feast of the dangers and the fears
It was almost fine, you were almost mine
It was you and me and love made three on a broken white line
Well that night was long, there was one more song and then we were on our way
Driving slow, no place to go and nothing more to say
And the rain came down around that car like we were underneath the sea
In the back seat, almost drowning, holding on to me
It was almost fine, you were almost mine
And from town to town we chased it down on a broken white line
Looking in your eyes was just like staring at the sun
Always thought that I`d go blind or end up all undone
And in the end I turned my face away from where you shone so bright
Now I wake in all this darkness crying for a little of your light
It`s been four years and now I find I’ve been living all this time
I built myself a little world of rhythm and of rhyme
But sometimes I take your picture and I turn it to the wall
Because you are still a cliff and baby I still know how to fall
It was almost fine, you were almost mine
But day by day you slipped away down that broken white line
–Kris Delmhorst
Thanks to Carol Narigon who posted this on Facebook. xo
May 12th, 2010 by admin