Sunday, February 08, 2004
I sit in quiet contemplation. Israel Kamakawiwo'ole plays in the background, his voice soothing from beyond his grave. He sings about a place over the rainbow...if birds fly, why, then, oh why can't I?
It's because we are people of the earth, and as such we are bound to it. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. We return to from whence we came. I wonder if Israel looks down from where he is and knows that his music is still loved by so many? If you haven't had a chance to hear him, take the time. He's just what you need for a day like today.
Me? I'm doing ok. Some things are good, some things are really good, and there is a new nephew for me to hold, which is always a miracle to experience.
It's because we are people of the earth, and as such we are bound to it. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. We return to from whence we came. I wonder if Israel looks down from where he is and knows that his music is still loved by so many? If you haven't had a chance to hear him, take the time. He's just what you need for a day like today.
Me? I'm doing ok. Some things are good, some things are really good, and there is a new nephew for me to hold, which is always a miracle to experience.
