rivers flow not because of their power, but because of their persistence
I have never been to the great grey-green greasy Orinoco, and as it’s set all about with fever trees it seems unlikely that a mosquito-ridden river is ever going to be on my bucket list. Not withstanding, I find this a very restful and meditative tune.
(As a matter of fact there’s a bit of journalistic licence here, because Kipling is actually talking about the great grey-green greasy Limpopo. Not ever going there either.)
Please listen meditatively.
I have towed a boat but the girl was always sitting in it
trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky
A week ago today I had a mystical awakening to who I am, my place in the world, who I want to become, and something of the meaning of the interconnectedness of all things. This track by Enya played a part in making me stronger, bolder, harder, wiser, caring, compassionate, more together, more grounded, more connected, and more capable of loving.
There is one vocal refrain, a leitmotif, Be Yourself. That said so much to me when I was searching for my true identity. Before a man can try to improve and be better, he must first of all learn how to be himself.
Please listen thoughtfully.
every leaf is a memory