Fogrise, this morning...

Let your little light shine
Let your little light shine
Shine on the dazzling darkness
That restores us in deep sleep
Shine on what we throw away
And what we keep

joni mitchell

Jupiter above and Venus below

Fire Thorn

Toys for Tots

Thank you

The moment I let go of it was
The moment I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it was
The moment I touched down

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

Ballard & Morrissette

Tapestry

Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
There came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by
He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide
And a coat of many colors, yellow-green on either side

Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road
He sat down on a river rock and turned into a toad
It seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell
And I wept to see him suffer, though I didn't know him well

from Gordon Lightfoot and his wayward brother Robert

To all the lonely sailors who have trouble beeing seen
To all of you with heartache that remains
Maybe sometime later you might swim back into shore
If someone could relieve you of your chains

Bless you all and keep you all on the land or on the sea
Heaven can be yours, just for now

This Morning's Moon in the House of the Maiden

Blessed Be!

This just in from Sacramento...

Tam Lin returns

'And ance it fell upon a day,

A cauld day and a snell,

When we were frae the hunting come

That frae my horse I fell;

The Queen o Fairies she caught me,

In yon green hill to dwell.

'And pleasant is the fairy land,

But, an eerie tale to tell,

Ay at the end of seven years

We pay a tiend to hell;

I am sae fair and fu of flesh,

I'm feard it be myself.

Hold on tight!

Hamlet

O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell

and count myself a king of infinite space,

were it not that I have bad dreams.

In search of the golden bough

one moon shines in every pool and in every pool the same moon

The growing and dying of the moon

reminds us of our ignorance

which comes and goes;

but when the moon is full

it is as if the eternal light of the Great Spirit

were upon the whole world.

Black Elk

In loving remembrance of Greta Ray

I will climb the rise at daybreak, I will kiss the sky at noon
Raise my yearning voice at midnight to my mother in the moon
I will make the lay of long defeat and draw the chorus slow
I'll send this message down the wire 
                               and hope that someone wise is listening when I go

Dave Carter