Sixteen Years This Winter

For Nuala with gratitude

Tuesday Afternoon (4:56) Link to video

Tuesday Afternoon
by The Moody Blues

Tuesday afternoon
I’m just beginning to see
Now I’m on my way
It doesn’t matter to me
Chasing the clouds away

Something calls to me
The trees are drawing me near
I’ve got to find out why
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh

I’m looking at myself, reflections of my mind
It’s just the kind of day to leave myself behind
So gently swaying through the fairy-land of love
If you’ll just come with me and see the beauty of

Tuesday afternoon
Tuesday afternoon

Tuesday afternoon
I’m just beginning to see
Now I’m on my way
It doesn’t matter to me
Chasing the clouds away

Something calls to me
The trees are drawing me near
I’ve got to find out why
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh


Om (5:50) Link to video

Om by The Moody Blues

The rain is on the roof
Hurry high, butterfly
As clouds roll past my head
I know why the skies all cry

Om. Om. Heaven. Om

The Earth turns slowly round
Far away, the distant sound
Is with us everyday
Can you hear what it says?

Om. Om. Heaven. Om

The rain is on the roof
Hurry high, butterfly
As clouds roll past my head
I know why the skies all cry

Om. Om. Heaven. Om

2 thoughts on “Sixteen Years This Winter

  1. The Moody Blues cast a calming spell – like magic…

    Good to get a smoke signal, though I knew you were doing fine – staying out of the chaos unless out to restock.

    The other link/wake up and smell the science – isn’t working but I suspect you had second thoughts!

    Today, like most days when online, it’s a hurried sessoin – this one from the museum.

    • Hurried, and yet you make time for me. It’s … ugh, me, at a loss for a word. Ah, so that’s what it is. Beyond words. Let’s just say it’s a sweet warm fuzzy.

      I rewrote the “science” one but didn’t like what happened to it. More importantly, I felt like I should be doing something else, far from a keyboard.

      I don’t know what I’m doing lately, or supposed to be doing, but I’m welcoming it and this state on its way to it.

      Warm wishes, Gringa.

      Stumbled onto this and chuckled as it reminded me of you calling yourself the gringa. I don’t suppose you subscribe to the Gringo Gazette.

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