Friday, July 26, 2013



 yes, there will be those who say that this video was staged, etc., and some will say that cheerios did it for publicity, but the message is the theme for this post, entitled:


Thursday, July 25, 2013

couldn't be happier

by a. goodwitch

there is a fantastic song from the musical "wicked"... when glinda (the 'good' witch) sings "couldn't be happier"... all the while knowing that things are not going at all the way that she had dreamed.  her husband-to-be is in love with her best friend; she is set up to be a force for good -- in a land of evil; and she knows that a fairy-tale marriage would simply be smoke-and-mirrors bullshit.  a true growth spurt (for good).

the lyrics (and song) are here, but it might take a minute to get to her engagement song.

as she stares at her ring,
as she feels her heart sting,
as she can't seem to bring herself to admit the truth...

as "she couldn't be happier"...
as "she couldn't be happier",
as she takes a deep look, 
as she comes to the truth: she's hooked
as she re-cognizes that happiness is sooooooo much more...

than getting that which you dreamed for

maybe there will come a day... when each of us can say...
that happiness is a present-moment choice (along the way)
...that is more of a process than an ending.

so what will we choose, today?
what thoughts will we cultivate?
what world would be best, can we manifest
a truly happy ending?

...or is this just a trip,
what if that's what this is
what if it's hit or miss (along the way)?

so, if, we couldn't be happier
so, yes, we couldn't be happier
if we'd just live here and now, forget all about
the past and the distant future...

maybe we could be happier,
maybe life would be wonderful,
maybe dreams could manifest themselves anew

and (maybe) that our destiny,
a thought of me and you

Sunday, July 21, 2013

i saw her standing there

'work it on out' with this video:

born to run

the boss, at his best, waaaaaaaaay back then...

 .In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
Its a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while were young
`cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims
And strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
Well run till we drop, baby well never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
`cause baby Im just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels
I want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real

Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss

The highways jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybodys out on the run tonight but there's no place left to hide
Together wendy well live with the sadness
Ill love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I don't know when were gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and well walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run


. .
The screen door slams, Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey, that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside, darling, you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty but, hey, you're alright
Oh, and that's alright with me

You can hide 'neath your covers and study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now, I ain't no hero, that's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey, what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
Well, the night's busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back, heaven's waiting on down the tracks

Oh oh, come take my hand
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh oh oh, Thunder Road
Oh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey, I know it's late, we can make it if we run
Oh oh oh oh, Thunder Road
Sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road

Well, I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride ain't free
And I know you're lonely for words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free, all the promises'll be broken

There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines rolling on
But when you get to the porch, they're gone on the wind
So Mary, climb in
It's a town full of losers, I'm pulling out of here to win

every thing is Everything

every thing is Everything
by a. part

everything is no-thing
Everything is One
every thing is just a part of sun and moon and Son
every thing (in wonder) as the bird begins to sing
Everything is Whole, and
every thing is Everything

* according to TOE (the Theory of Everything), the Whole Uni-Verse is made up of apparently separate parts.  living 'parts' tend to 'See' everything from a personal, separate, perspective -- unable to See beyond the world of mini-me, into the Uni-verse of I Am.

* in any (non)event, let's imagine, for a moment, that you... wIe... are not separate.  I-mage-in if wIe are, in effect, Everything.

* whoa.

. .

below: lyrics from bruce springsteen's 'you're missing' (not Spiritually scripted) 
Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall
Mama's in the kitchen, baby and all
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missing

Coffee cups on the counter, jackets on the chair
Papers on the doorstep, you're not there
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missing

Pictures on the nightstand, TV's on in the den
Your house is waiting, your house is waiting
For you to walk in, for you to walk in
But you're missing, you're missing
You're missing when I shut out the lights
You're missing when I close my eyes
You're missing when I see the sun rise
You're missing

Children are asking if it's alright
Will you be in our arms tonight?

Morning is morning, the evening falls I have
Too much room in my bed, too many phone calls
How's everything, everything?
Everything, everything
You're missing, you're missing

God's drifting in heaven, devil's in the mailbox
I got dust on my shoes, nothing but teardrops

Sunday, July 14, 2013

hummer in the house, part II

yes, every now and again, a redneck (hummingbird) gets into the house.  it was raining outside, so two feeders were brought inside (with the windows open).  what happened next was hummingbird his-story. 
below: three cirpers, in battle

right, and below: redneck in the house!

left, and below:
shameless (subliminal?) starbucks ad


Friday, July 12, 2013

the birds and the bees

the birds and the bees
by b. irdbrain

meditate to sun and stars and wind and earth and trees
re-create the moment, now, with Love and birds and bees


meditating to the dance of hummingbirds is easy, 
even when the honeybees find out where the nectar is located.

below: today's birds vs. bees action:

above: yes, technically, these birds are inside of the house... but only for a second or two.

above: that bee is outside of the house.

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

v.f.r. on top

'v.f.r. on top' stands for 'visual flight rules' on top, which means that a pilot can see out the window (s/he's not in the clouds), but can't see the ground (due to a ceiling below the plane).

below: some pictures of this phenomenon, and (maybe) a few others from recent flights:

in the photo on the right, 
we are about to 'punch in' to a cloud.

(pretty cool)
it would have been incredible, from the cockpit.