Fiddle music someone playing a jig or dancing one I think of my grandfather immigrant Gramps, Norwegian as they came would dance a jig of celebration; in front of the TV following a home team victory in the aisles of the ballpark after a home…

Time is slipping away each day once gone never exists again. Sunrise is different in time and beauty hours pass too quickly Infants become toddlers toddlers become preschoolers preschoolers to kindergarten Wow, where does the time go? Elementary and middle school gone in a flash….

Fiddle dee fiddle them happy happy joy joy dancing the Jig here I come Joyful hoppin’ Heritage layed celebration time Ireland defined As I merrily move Learning the custom Knowledge well spent  

Turn me widdershins, take the breath from my chest, peel me in side out, a fraction of who I could have been. Turn me widdershins, pluck the grey from my scalp, boil it in oil, deep fried meaning, crust on seasoned cast iron, mirror image…

Ethiopia carved out of red rock. Churches of Christ ravaged by drought. A veritable strong hold of famine. Gold wax dusting rainbows as cars rumble over inaccessible roads… Living repositories of faith carved into a mountain to undulate twelve churches holding ritualistic aspirations… (the chill…

My soul sings like fire When we sway to the sound of my song… An old proverb comes to me~   Those who wish to sing will always find a song   Oh, how I love to sing! But you are long looonng gone…

It was like the world stopped spinning! The trees stopped breathing, and the birds stopped singing. Everything was as it was at the beginning, not a single form of life was to be found!

Take my hand To your love Where we will be Forever   In our souls Will lead to Our hearts To the treasure   Of love

Why am I here? Why am I on the Earth? Why is it me, my mother did give birth? This is the Magic Question. Ask sincerely, it answers itself.

The caverns at the shoreline are lit by a bonfire’s light, And the wind begins to pick up the distant sound of a violin. The waves can be heard breaking deep within rocky chambers, A girl twirls with curls of red, and lays her chin…