See How It Works?

It took me a 24 hours to see it myself. Reread the February 18th post (Flatline). Admittedly I was in a bit of a funk. The ego was "doing its thing." I was questioning the value of the web site and I ended the blog entry (basically) with the line; "Still, if the word goes forth and no one hears it, it simply DIES ON THE WIND."

On Sunday the 24th, the Oscars were dominate in the news and it reminded me of the work of Oskar Schindler during WW II. I spent more than an hour trying to find something of interest to celebrate him. Although it wasn't directly about Schindler, I settled on "Auschwitz; Song of the Children." I had never heard of the song before, not even in passing. I wrestled with the fact it was in Italian (see the credits at the end of the video). Ultimately I went with it and entered; "And the Oscar goes to..."

Though it seems obvious now, it only struck me a day later of the song lyrics; "I passed through the chimney and now I AM IN THE WIND." Point is Life responded to me. It answered my question of whether or not I should continue the blog. Even if no one visits this site, it doesn't matter. Because the word going forth won't die on the wind, it will speak to those that are now part of the wind. Perhaps I can find a way to help them learn how to smile again.

I am also struck by the fact this is the last post honoring the 26 victims of Sandy Hook. Somehow it seems fitting (to me) that there is a correlation between "Auschwitz; Song of the Children," and Sandy Hook. I even feel it is possible the Children of Auschwitz were there to embrace and comfort the Children of Newtown during their ascension.

I am ending this post with a link to the Webb Sisters rendition of "If It Be Your Will." I used it on a post from 7-29-12 (Aurora Requiem). I am using it again because it is so profoundly beautiful. There is nothing that I know of that I would rather have sung to those teachers and children.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZanRMviUfzM&feature=related

*Victoria Soto

5-6-13 Update: The kids wanted to share their own song with those from Sandy Hook. Who am I to argue?  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HP0Eok_puAU

6-23-15 Goodness! Came back to visit (because someone had "hit" this particular post) and found the Webb Sisters song wasn't available (this video contains content from SME, who has blocked it on copyright grounds) while the children's song was. How fitting! Life IS amazing.

Dawn Patrol

Wake up to The Call...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=to2KasivROc

*Mary Sherlach

And the Oscar goes to...

A tribute to Oskar Schindler.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PzICYOFko3w

*Lauren Roussea

Mount Up

We ride. Regardless of inclement weather. No matter blistered butts, chafed thighs, or weary bones-- we ride. There are hypothetical garrisons to relief, troops to reinforce, or enemies to be engaged. More practically, there are pumps to be primed, mail to deliver, bacon to bring home. There are babies to tend, adolescents to guide, elderly to comfort--so we ride. And if all we can muster is a paean that is "cold and broken" let it be so. Though heavy of heart and feeble in faith, mount up. The word on our lips is still "hallelujah" and that will suffice. We ride.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCjxZHGHL4Y

*Anne Marie Murphy

The Baffled King

What more fitting on such an auspicious day? All roads lead to the same cul-de-sac.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQG7dZUnNLs

"...her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya."

*Dawn Hochsprung

Flatline

Wow...there is no traffic on this blog site. I wonder what to make of that. Do I continue to indulge myself? As happy with it (the blog) as I am, and proud of the content, what point is there talking to myself? I have said follow your dream and don't worry about results---and that is true enough. Still, if the word goes forth and no one hears it, it simply dies on the wind. Mores the pity...

Where is this dance
And how is it done

What of the music
Laughter and fun

Who is the maestro
In charge of this tune

Why aren't there rainbows
And a promise of June

When is there rhythm
Or balance to glide

How does one locate
The currents to ride

To feel an expression
Of moon, star or sun...

Where is this dance
And how is it done

~WPG

*Rachel D'Avino

Be My Valentine

Dear Human: You've got it all wrong. You didn't come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you'll return. You came here to learn personal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of messing up. Often. You didn't come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then rise again into remembering. Love doesn't require the condition of perfection. It only asks that you show up. And do your best. That you stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as YOU.

~Courtney A. Walsh

*Allison Wyatt