Talking to the Wind (Audio)

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This is an older song lyric and came out of a period of solitude.  The theme of wind and Soul reminded me of it.  So I dug it out.

(Jazz – Blues – Country – some anger/strength which builds to the end. Mayer or Clapton or Marvin Gaye)

(Start fairly soft and pointed)
(Could be spoken over instruments the first time through)

(R) I’ve been gone.
There are just some things a man must do alone.
So if they ask you where I’ve been just look at them and grin
And tell them – He’s been talking to the wind.

(1)I’ve been talking to the wind
Telling her the paces that I’ve been
And though she don’t have much to say
I think I like it best that way
And I can feel her tender touch upon my skin

(R) I’ve been gone.
There are just some things a man must do alone.
So if they ask you where I’ve been just look at them and grin
And tell them – He’s been talking to the wind.

(2)I’ve been singing to the breeze
Songs that have put me on my knees
And while she has yet to sing along
I know she understands my songs
And she fills me when it seems too hard to breathe

(Skip chorus – build to end)

(3)I’ve been raging at the storm
Standing at the place where hearts are torn
I look unblinking in her eyes
And I can feel the anger rise
I remember strength. And in the fire I am reborn.

(Finish big and hard with chorus and guitar/drum back to soft finish)

The Promise of Honey (Audio)

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I dreamed of honey
I dreamed of bees
I dreamed a promise
I made on my knees

As body awakened
My dream it did fade
Sweetness and vow
With Soul though has stayed

She brought me these two
For this time on this day
I hold to them fast
As the rest fades away

A place I have made
The gifts here to hold
Till Her message is clear
And Her wishes unfold

Fertile bounty one clue
Sweet richness I see
And Fidelity’s link
To the honey and bees

What promise I have
Or what promise neglected
The path and its meaning
Its light now detected

She brings me these things
To nudge and to guide me
In hopes I awaken
To the wonders inside me

Thank you sweet Soul
You were tender today
No surreal symbols, no horrors
O’r me love has held sway

I know I am dense
And sometimes I pout
But my outsides are in
And my insides are out

No is most potent

No comes before

Like death precedes life

No opens Yes’ door

She’s taught the word No
Which brought on destruction
Now Yes I shall learn
For my Soul’s reconstruction

Reaffirming the vow
Will fulfill my life’s reason
Consecration now needed
At this time, for this season

Abandon the lie
The first step I made
Saying No to the Other
Foundations were laid

Now to the building
Selecting what to affirm
Carefully now choosing
That which my heart does confirm

Garden Update – Bugs

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Just as I was entering the season of harvest I arrived to check on the garden and saw three of the Zucchini plants decimated and prostrate, yellow and brown and full of bugs.  June bugs!  Hundreds of them.

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I didn’t get any good pictures of the bugs because when I saw what was going on I quickly began to pull the plants out of the soil and get them out of the garden.  I was ill.  Hundreds and hundreds of them were busy making their home there in my garden.  Eating and mating and laying eggs to provide for their next generation.  I remember why they are called June bugs now.  The plants and the fruit was ruined.  My intention and vision for that pace was taken over and used for another’s purpose.  They did not ask or say thank you or even kiss my ass.  They had their own purposes and set about to accomplish them.  After I calmed down during the clearing of the mess I remembered seeing some small signs of them last week which i did not attend to.  By not acting then I in effect gave my leave for them to do as they willed in my garden.  With no deterrent from me I guess they felt they were entitled to whatever suited their needs.  There are some people like that.  Those who seem to just take what they want as though their needs, wants, whims, should be addressed simply because they are.  The problem is that many times they intrude into others’ gardens to satisfy them.  If they are not deterred there is a risk the garden will be ruined.  I was raised in the Christian faith and from childhood was taught that I should be kind.  I agree with that.  The problem is that many times that sentiment is not correctly interpreted.  It is taught as though the command is to “be yea nice.”  But kindness and niceness are very different things.  Nice always says “yes” even when a “no” is required.  It can be sweet and gentle but it can also be weak and allow predators in with the sheep.  Kindness is based on a true response to a given situation.  Kindness seeks the yes but can if need respond with an unequivocal  hell no.  It was not the June bugs fault that they wanted my garden.  It was beautiful and lush and rich.  An ideal place for them to reproduce.  It was my fault for allowing them to get a foothold and then not acting after they did.  I saw a short video which may be instructive.

I am guessing the boy went home and perhaps rethought his life’s path.  What ever was the result I am guessing he did not attempt to put down roots in the big boys garden anymore.  I think there are times in a person’s life when god’s will for them is a swift ass whipping.  I think that it is most likely the only hope for stupid.  I am not promoting violence but force is the only thing a bully understands.  It may just save their life later on.  A skinned knee and a knot on the head won’t damage a boy, but being allowed to continue down a predatory path may just lose their soul.  Even Jesus gave some folks a good country ass whipping with a whip he made himself.  He was clear, decisive, and used appropriate force.  I don’t think the money changers harbored any doubt about his intention and willingness in that matter.

Are there people in your life who have been allowed to bully, and take, and intimidate, and set up shop in your temple?  God’s will for them and you is that they do not inhabit your garden.  They need to cultivate their own.  And it is incumbent upon us to tend and protect what was entrusted to us.  No, or even hell no, is also kindness.

Lesson remembered.  So I looked around and found that there was a Yellow Squash and one Zucchini that I doctored and trimmed and may yet salvage.

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I planted a young Zucchini and two purple Russian Heirloom tomatoes in the empty space.  The young Zucchini will probably last through the late summer into fall and the tomatoes are something I have never grown before.  So, it’s all good.  I planted watermelons in the large container and they should be pretty spilling down onto the hay in a month or so.

20150620_133010The cool thing about all of this is that in spite of the little setbacks the garden continues on producing its fruit.  Perhaps not my original intention but this may even be better.  I was going to have way too much Zucchini anyway and the Cucamelons in this container were stunted because the plant in front blocked the sun.  Now they have full sun everyday and can grow.  Plus I can have some watermelon to go with the cantaloupe.

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Just remember that bugs nor bully’s give a shit about you.  If there is going to be a shit given about your garden or your temple it will need to be you who gives it.  Cause if you don’t no one will.  And remember that grace sometimes comes in the form of a knot on the head.   Be redneck Groovy! 🙂

 

 

Anger Rises (Audio)

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Anger rises

Impotent

Unfocused

It surrounds him like a shield

And energy force to protect and warn

It morphs its shape to suit circumstance

At once thoughtful, empathetic, humorous, kind, or distant

No matter

The form does not change the essence

Anger birthed and energized

Contained in the ferment of the man’s soul

The fruits of his spirit have been pressed

The heat, the anger is not the point

It is merely the by-product of the change

Too little heat – The process stalls

Too much – The wine is ruined

Talking to the Wind (Audio)

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(Jazz – Blues – Country – some anger/strength which builds to the end. Mayer or Clapton or Marvin Gaye)

(Start fairly soft and pointed)
(Could be spoken over instruments the first time through)

(R) I’ve been gone.
There are just some things a man must do alone.
So if they ask you where I’ve been just look at them and grin
And tell them – He’s been talking to the wind.

(1)I’ve been talking to the wind
Telling her the paces that I’ve been
And though she don’t have much to say
I think I like it best that way
And I can feel her tender touch upon my skin

(R) I’ve been gone.
There are just some things a man must do alone.
So if they ask you where I’ve been just look at them and grin
And tell them – He’s been talking to the wind.

(2)I’ve been singing to the breeze
Songs that have put me on my knees
And while she has yet to sing along
I know she understands my songs
And she fills me when it seems too hard to breathe

(Skip chorus – build to end)

(3)I’ve been raging at the storm
Standing at the place where hearts are torn
I look unblinking in her eyes
And I can feel the anger rise
I remember strength. And in the fire I am reborn.

(Finish big and hard with chorus and guitar/drum back to soft finish)