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Re: From the heart
« Reply #420 on: April 14, 2020, 02:32:42 PM »

Loved Bill Withers GG!   Pansie

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Re: From the heart
« Reply #421 on: April 16, 2020, 08:34:32 AM »


Eagle Poem
 
BY JOY HARJO


To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can?t see, can?t hear;
Can?t know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren?t always sound but other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circled in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morning
Inside us.
We pray that it will be done
In beauty.
In beauty.
Between the great things we can't do and the small things we refuse to do is the danger that we will do nothing at all.

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Re: From the heart
« Reply #422 on: April 16, 2020, 08:25:42 PM »

gg, you are so good about posting here. Thank you!

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Re: From the heart
« Reply #423 on: May 06, 2020, 08:53:00 AM »



   
Don't Quit



John Greenleaf Whittier



    
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is strange with its twists and turns
As every one of us sometimes learns
And many a failure comes about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out.
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell just how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
« Last Edit: May 06, 2020, 10:08:33 PM by gardengirl »
Between the great things we can't do and the small things we refuse to do is the danger that we will do nothing at all.

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Re: From the heart
« Reply #424 on: May 06, 2020, 04:28:44 PM »

Thanks gg!!  Whittier is a good one for the times.  Showing your wisdom and good taste!! ;) :) <3
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Re: From the heart
« Reply #425 on: May 19, 2020, 04:40:40 PM »


Eagle

sung by ABBA


They came flying from far away, now I'm under their spell
I love hearing the stories that they tell
They've seen places beyond my land and they've found new horizons
They speak strangely but I understand
And I dream I'm an eagle
And I dream I can spread my wings
Flying high, high, I'm a bird in the sky
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly
Over mountains and forests and seas
And to go anywhere that I please
As all good friends we talk all night, and we fly wing to wing
I have questions and they know everything
There's no limit to what I feel, we climb higher and higher
Am I dreaming or is it all real?
Is it true I'm an eagle?
Is it true I can spread my wings?
Flying high, high, I'm a bird in the sky (I'm an eagle)
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly (What a feeling)
Over mountains and forests and seas
And to go anywhere that I please
And I dream I'm an eagle
And I dream I can spread my wings
Flying high, high, I'm a bird in the sky (I'm an eagle)
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly (What a feeling)
Over mountains and forests and seas
Flying high, high, I'm a bird in the sky (I'm an eagle)
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze
High, high, what a feeling to fly (What a feeling)
Over mountains and forests and seas
And to go anywhere that I please


Here is an excellent BBC video accompanying this great song.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qdoSy4ROZpg
Between the great things we can't do and the small things we refuse to do is the danger that we will do nothing at all.

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Re: From the heart
« Reply #426 on: June 13, 2020, 01:47:37 PM »

As a member of the RRP family (I like to think anyways) I suggest signage be placed on the Bike Trail above and below the "Close Viewing Area" that states:
                                   Visitors are entering a Quiet Zone!!!  Please speaks in whispers (or at least guarded tones)
                                   while viewing the Eagle Nest or taking pictures.  Until the eaglets fledge, sudden loud
                                   noises or actions might create a situation that would endanger the young birds.  Your                         
                                   cooperation will be appreciated.  Non-compliance can result in charges by the Federal
                                   Government under the "(whatever regulation is appropriate)".  (I'm leaving that to RRP)
And now I'll send a donation to smooth the waters!!   :) ;) ;D  ::)
« Last Edit: June 13, 2020, 01:50:43 PM by eburgbirdwtchr »
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Re: From the heart
« Reply #427 on: June 18, 2020, 01:01:04 AM »

Quite a blow learning gardengirl had passed.  She'll be greatly missed, especially on this thread.  Thankfully, the many poems she gave us are archived here, and her smile and joyful being will be long remembered.  Prayers for her family.  Soar with the eagles GG!! <3 <3 <3
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Re: From the heart
« Reply #428 on: June 19, 2020, 09:30:24 AM »

GG will be sorely missed by all who knew her.   I don't have words to describe her presence or her genuineness but she gently touched my life with her wisdom and kindness in chats and in the Forum.  Because she loved poetry:


WHEN DEATH COMES

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

--Mary Oliver



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Re: From the heart
« Reply #429 on: June 19, 2020, 09:35:35 PM »

« Last Edit: June 20, 2020, 09:04:27 PM by eburgbirdwtchr »
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Re: From the heart
« Reply #430 on: June 30, 2020, 11:23:40 AM »

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrLk4vdY28Q

Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen

Now I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't care for music, do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth,
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
And if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah...

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
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Re: From the heart
« Reply #431 on: July 11, 2020, 09:39:54 PM »

Dear Friends,

I hope that you enjoy this rendition of the Hallelujah tune by Native Americans, the first people in the Western Hemisphere to revere the eagles.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cxr8Qyd2t1E&feature=emb_title

Love and peace,
seabeeinch
« Last Edit: July 11, 2020, 09:55:27 PM by seabeeinch »

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Re: From the heart
« Reply #432 on: October 30, 2020, 11:08:01 PM »

Kinda quiet around here without gardengirl! :'(  So here's something for Halloween.

The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
   Only this and nothing more.

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak  December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow,--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore--
   Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door--
   This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger, hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door--
   Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore--
   "Tis the wind and nothing more!"

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder that before.
"Surely," said I, "surely this is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore--
   "Tis the wind and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore,
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
   Perched and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, there, "I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering for the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
   Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above the chamber door,
   With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour,
Nothing farther then he uttered--not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
   Then the bird said "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so softly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Follow fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--
Tis the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
   Of 'Never--nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
   Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

Then I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o"er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
   She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, me thought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite--respite and nepenthe, for thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, on quaff this kind nepenthe and forget the lost Lenore;
   Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!--
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by Horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore--
is there--is there balm in Gilead!--tell me--tell me, I implore!"
   Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By the Heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
   Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!"  I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!--quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
   Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor,
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
   Shall be lifted--nevermore!

                                                                  Edgar Allan Poe



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Re: From the heart
« Reply #433 on: December 24, 2020, 09:56:38 PM »

Thanks, Finn, eburg & seabee, for posting here for gardengirl.  She created this beautiful thread which is a reflection of how she lived her life....picking people up, giving them hope, being a bright star to all she encountered, especially with her kindness.  At Christmastime we think of all those that we've lost, family and friends.  So from my heart to yours, gg, I share this song.  Merry Christmas everyone.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OZNFL8EfyL0
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Re: From the heart
« Reply #434 on: March 22, 2021, 01:30:50 AM »

Missing you and your poems ((GG))!!!  :'(
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