We measure our lives in moments, both precious and tragic. we hear songs and read poetry that reminds us of who we are and where we were when we first heard them ( Read more... )

Love is a gift
Music is a gift
Life is a gift
Freedom ~ is a gift…

And the days go by
Like a strand in the wind~
In the web that is our own
we begin again…

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You know, I remember sitting in some house in Colorado in like 1973, with a beautiful view in someone's big beautiful home where I had gone to dinner or something. I took my guitar and I went into this beautiful room and I sat and I wrote Landslide. I can remember it and seeing it through my eyes when I was, oh so very young, in my early 20s I ( Read more... )

You know what's good about witnessing the sun rise in the middle of a broken down place; in the middle of war and famine, of indifference and rage; that the sun still rises over the gray mist, that another day still unfolds for things to settle, to resolve, to make better ( Read more... )

Christmas always reminds me of my best friend. Her name was Robin. She was beautiful, inside and out, a gentle spirit stronger than most of us will ever be ( Read more... )

The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared… saying don't be afraid
Come on baby… and she had no fear
And she ran to him… then they started to fly
They looked backward and said good bye..I believe totally in magic. Because my life, I think, has been very magic, and magical things have come true for me time after time after ( Read more... )

If you believe in destiny ~ which I do ~ it seems like my life was pretty mapped out ( Read more... )

Beyond a hundred steps of wisdom,
I will be free from good and bad.
Behind the veils I will find
such Splendor, such Beauty
that I will fall in love
with Myself.-Rumi ( Read more... )

She would rock on the open porches and look at the sea, marveling over its changefulness. There were sunsets when the water resembled hammered gold under the golden light, or it would be running brass or whitely flowering beneath a white sky. Even the storms entranced her. She wanted to cry in ecstasy. She would sing and her marvelous voice would ( Read more... )