""The Vine" by Kitka at Magnatune.com
http://magnatune.com/artists/albums/kitka-vine/
http://www.magnatune.com/artists/kitka
This is how you make me feel...
"Dear God, please show me the Way." Mi Camino Aguarda. Amen." Omega/Swan Nebula (M17) Please, feel free to comment. Always glad to hear from readers. Thank you.
"Selling beadwork at the Holiday Flotilla in Wrightsville Beach, near Wilmington NC. What a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend! Camera batteries went out right before Les got photos of the two pigeons who landed on my arm and ate out of my hand and one of their brethren seagull, boldest of them all. We had a wonderful room overlooking the beach at the Seagull Inn, room 211. Can't wait to return!





Sr. Elizabeth wrote: "It looks like I am selecting the organ stops here."
Katie wrote: "This reminds me of a Botticelli painting, or a Vermeer. I really love this painting (photo) with it's composition of line and light and music, momentarily at rest. Peace at it's finest in these very small increments that never seem to last, but last forever in the memory of our mind."
Sister Elizabeth wrote: "In addition to having a digital organ, we also have a digital piano.
When Katie discovered its amazing sounds, all the music pent up in her filled the magnificent sacred space, and our hearts were overjoyed. "
Photos from our vist with Sister Elizabeth, at the Benedictine Monastery in Tucson AZ, April 2009:
From Sister Elizabeth: "We wish that all of you who are viewing this could have been with us that wonderful day in late April 2009. This is next best!"
From Katie: "This is probably one of my most favorite shots of the whole group, outside of the gorgeous architecture in the Sanctuary. Les and Sr. Elizabeth, two of my most favorite people in the whole wide world! What a wonderful visit and day that was in the "Golden Chapel." Even the color came out just perfect that day. I'm going to put this photo on my blog."



No es por la relatividad del tiempo por lo que se empieza, sino de la distancia. No se mide en metros, o en km. Sino en minutos, horas, dĆas. Las distancias desaparecen, dejando lugar a la medida del tiempo, ... la medida de la vida.
It isn't time relativity by what one starts, but distance relativity. One doesn't measure in meters, or in km. but in minutes, hours, days. Distances disappear, leaving place for the measure of time, ... the measure of life.
From Victor Nuno, posted on Flickr.com
100 years of solitude / 100 aƱos de soledad by victor_nuno
So many moments in life, ... when we must make difficult decisions. So many moments of solitude. These decisions define us and our own life. And after, after the storm, when all things come to a calm, ... we look, and it is ourselves what prevail. It is ourselves who have made another step. Into our souls.
Dedicated to all those who are in such a moment.
Tantos momentos en la vida, ... en los que tenemos decisiones difĆciles. Tantos momentos de soledad. Estas decisiones nos definen a nosotros y a nuestra vida. Y despuĆ©s, despuĆ©s de la tormenta, cuando todo vuelve a la calma, ... miramos, y somos nosotros que permanecemos. Somos nosotros que hemos dado otro paso mĆ”s. Hacia nuestra alma.
Dedicado a todas aquellas personas que estĆ©n en un momento asĆ.
From Victor Nuno, on flickr.com









Illustrates my words:
You came to me this evening
In the shadow of a kiss
I thought that I had lost you
To the early morning mist
You took a humble helping
While I took all I could get
You took my heart and hid it
In the valley of regret
I trembled in your branches
Like a newly opened leaf
I was a shipwrecked sailor
That was waiting for relief
Who paid a pretty penny to
The ocean in your debt
And took his final breathe inside
The valley of regret ...
(poem continues at flickr.com/photos/leahjohnston/3726574420)


