- Quality of Life & Wellness
It is going to be a bright bright bright sunshiny day. A tribute to songs and life.
Sunset or Sunrise?
Life, we are living this philosophy.
Can you just sit there and make yourself happy? I can. I was in intensive care once, and I opened my eyes and saw all the tubes and stuff. Wowsa Bowsa I started doing a jig right there in bed. Hell's Bell's and Cockershells,,,, I was ALIVE! You see I was in a horrible Ski crash and should not have woken up at all. As I fell into an abyss I cried out thank you Lord Jesus, I am coming home. And sure enough I came home to love!
Oh please listen to a song below while you read. They make me dance.
Some say I am handsome. But those are only folks who know me -- know my heart. Are you handsome.
Schucks my size and voice make children run for mamma. But my smile makes them come right on over to play happy and giggle.
I got a nose thats been broken 7 times. I have voice where speakin to my congregation of 200 I do not need no microphone. I am not that big, but my presence is intimidating. My hands look like worn out jackhammers. But I can calm a crying baby by my touch.
People like me. Why? Because I like them.
Music is what carries my heart out of me and into others.
Just look how happy the man is singing this song.
I Like happy stories and wonderful endings. That is how I look at life.
My wife and I have been getting ready for My Mother-In-Law to come stay with us for some time. Along with Auntie and Cousin. It is tense to say the least. Oh no she don't live in Ohio. She lives in Cu Chi outside of Saigon. She had my wife two years before the end of that civil war. She had my love while dad was incarcerated in a concentration camp. She raised 5 children during that war while her man was jumping out of planes fighting the Viet Cong. And now she stresses out coming to visit.
I love this life!! How honored I am to have her in my sparse dwelling not worthy of her presence. I got no right to such glory, I am not worthy.
But the music reminds me that she loves me too and with that, regardless of language and age we will hold hands and love each other.
It is all about you and the love baby
Day after Day I am more confused. That is a game I hate to lose.
Truth be told I like to be confused and unable to figure it out!
I love it when I has ta move forward on faith. I like just to put a song in my heart and take off my shirt and get a wetback just moving forward. Just hand me a shovel an let my heart and mind be free, and say dig that ditch boy and do it with a song in your heart. I have never been so happy as when my pappy gave me work to do without a care in the world.
Sometimes in this fast paced world I just lower my head, grit my teeth and plow the field before me. I have never regretted it one time.
Happy Happy Happy
Happiness is bongos in your heart and soul
Why not just love life.
Are you that damned important? Huh? My 3 year old don't need no stinking boss man. He needs a teacher and a friend. I do not need no boss man I just want some honest work.
Music can turn our hearts of rock into hearts of beauty and acceptance and joy. Who has these: Faith, Joy, happiness, charity and love? I do, do you?
I am crying like a baby with out a bottle as I write this and feel the joy infusing my spirit. But I am cheating and listening to the music and letting my feet dance across the room and out into the garden.
Have you ever played the jug, the spoons, or whistled.
My older boy plays everything musical. Self taught with some help from his friends. We were hiking with some hard core 60lb plus packs in the middle of the Grand Canyon at about 5 thousand feet and about 100 degree heat. And the boy whips out his harp and fills the canyon walls with a beat to tap your feet. He is the lead for Hopi Astronaut, a band that is all about the love baby.
I did not teach the boy music. I taught him to listen to the beat of his heart and follow that rhythm where ever the heck it takes him.
I ask you to do the same.
I am going to turn on some Vivaldi and trim my roses and thin out my herb garden.
I hope today you love yourself.
I ain't got much but what I got I would rather share with you than consume on my own. Better yet let us take this piece of bologna I got and invite friends and family to celebrate our good fortune and make some happy music with us. Then how about we go down the street to Old Lady Widow Weber and sing for her and give her a piece of our good fortune.