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| Sunset over the Western Hills |
This music is complete with the fullness of light . . .
and what is light but the absence of darkness . ..
except . .. just for a few shadows lingering there . . .
for they exist . ..
trembling with fear . .
beneath the bright and
unrepentant joyousness of it all . . .
in this life the light shines . . .
for just
a moment . . . .but a moment . . .
streaming magic through the darkest night .. ..
sorrow dispersing like feathers on the water . . .
and at the end of this magical dance
when we all go home . . . what will we carry with us
besides the crystal slippers . . . are there memories
burnt into the retinas of our vision?
do our ears ring with the glorious music?
Is there joy and peace
flowing like a golden river from our hearts?
We dance our way home . . . carefree and happy . .
and where is the sin in happiness ?
Does the music lift us up? .. . does it give us wings?
does it light the way? . . . heal our hearts?
inspire us through our day?
. . . ah yes . . .
Though we be so
raw and anguished
still from the pain of life . . .
as we stumble upon
these golden moments . . .
- this glorious music -
we have a magical rarity . ..
treasure the passion
treasure the joy
capture the glowing bubble of light
that floats upward toward the everlasting unknown . . .
hold it close to your heart .. .
. . . this ephemeral thing . .
blasting through the emptiness of the night . . .
shining into the darkness of your heart . ..
this music has a magic .. .
that makes the smiles shine brighter
and the weary gain strength . .
it glows with an inner light
It has the strength and brightness to
outshine the darkness . . .
lead the way through the thicket of living
and give hope to the despairing . . .
there is peace in that joy . . .that light . . .
for though the end will come. . .
death will follow
and darkness will bloom once again
like a spill of ink
on virgin paper . ..
permanently erasing . . . the life you live
and the light you take for granted . . .
treasure this moment
while it is
for it is
but one passing golden moment
in the stream of time
hold it tightly . . with open hands
for it is with you . . . and it will follow you
like a dream
this beautiful music . . .
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Of all the music on Jamendo .. . this music makes me the
happiest . . . perhaps it is a crime . . . I dispute that :-D
perhaps its not sophisticated enough for many listeners . . .
- such a pity -
because if you open your ears you will hear
- joy -
- peace -
- love -
and there is nothing better than those three things . . .
no matter the equipment
no matter the style . . . .
and, besides, an occasional dose of happiness
is not a sin nor is it a crime . ..
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I look for music that inspires me . . .. ........ gives me hope . .......... and dreams . ........... music that gives me vision . . ...... sorrowful . .. . or joyful . . ......................................................... its all part of life . . ............... to inspire each other to continue in our art . . .. to share and be of good cheer . . ......... to add love to the world of art . . ......... no matter the genre of art . . ....... it comes from the heart and soul . . .. . . .. it comes from our beginnings . . . . .. it comes from our ends . . . .. . . it adds to us and enriches us . . .. . .... and gives meanings to our short days . . ... here on this bright blue planet . . .. . . . .................................................................................................I am Barbara Wolfsong (orangeupurple) ...... I am a poet and photographer . . . and I listen to music . .. ....................
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EDIT: I have removed some items from this post . . . topics which I no longer wish to discuss with anyone . . .
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The valour of things... through and along life.
When I was young and just like it happens with any other ordinary youngster, I used to do some occasional pranks... you know, those kind of more or less innocent even if occasionally intentional pranks that we all make every now and then at those ages and of which the only problem they really provoke, is some annoyance and irritation (or extra work) to some adult people including of course, the mothers and fathers... and I am one now.
When the pranks were more seriously taken, or my mother's humour was not much for the day, she used to apply me some corrections. This specially happened with my mother and by corrections, I mean the kind that really hurts, at those ages.
The curious of things, is that instead of trying to run away or attempting to avoid the beatings, I remember grabbing even more to her legs, as if the world were about to end and she was my saviour... in some way she was indeed: my mother.
The same exact thing happens oh so often with and in life.... because what is life if not the mother of mothers.
We all suffer by its hands... some more, some less. Sometimes it's clearly our fault, others there's a reasonable doubt and on some cases, we strongly feel we don't deserve what's hapening. We are all more or less sensible, more or less brave, but in the end, we all agree that some situations are way beyond our insignificant logic and capability of understanding specially when they stretch the limits of our suffering capacity.
And what happens in those situations most of the the times, is exactly what happened to me when I was a mischievous child... we grab to her with all our strengths. And the more it hurts us, the more we grab ourselves to life... to our mother.
Unfortunately, many go through harder situations than the majority and if it don't makes of them heroes... or even superior to others, undoubtedly, makes of them better persons on the inside and practically almost all of the times, that reflects on the outside... on daily bases.
Reflects mostly, on the way we look to life... how we see and face it and how we evaluate all things, in particularly the simple and tiny... to the other beings and most of all, to other humans. Everything gains new values... new colours. Not that they weren't already there, in the first place.
We are what life makes of us... and our happiness degree, depends of our ability to understand and make use of that fact to our own profit.
And that's why, some of us find a way to see a little beyond the presumptuous and deceptively comforting knowledge from the encyclopaedia of humanity in which the only similarity to the reality of our lives, most of the times, is the last page where the words "The End" are engraved so mysteriously as magisterially.
That's why some of us are able to really see a lot more further than just a stone... a tree... a sunset... a music.
And that's why some of us, see a lot more than just the days going by...
Some of us, manages to see a light... every now and then. A bright light.
The bright light of happiness.
Carlos
Carlos, you touch me with your thoughtful comments . . . do you have a blog? You should . . you have a wisdom that I love to touch . ..
Often I think that our troubles (we all have them) are so much a matter of perspective . . . I think of the suffering children around the world - children who have gone through hardships that others of us cannot even imagine . . why? It troubles me . . . and I imagine that life has a greater goal than we can guess at . . . with our shallow gods . . complaining of our little "sins" when there is such a grandness before us .. ..
I don't know where I am going with this except I look at life from the two sides of me . . . the very dark and depressed Barbara and the very bright and happy . . .
I see the extreme beauty and love on this planet and through space and deep in the soul . .
and then there is the seamy side . . the dark and desperate . . which wrenches at the other side of me . . . .
This isn't really an answer to your astonishing and beautifully thought out comment, Carlos . . . but see where you are sending me . . .. . .
Thank you,
- Barbara
My dear Barbara,
you are stubborn, capricious, selfish and defiantly unpredictable... just like many children are. Sometimes I almost can see when you are about to do something, let's say, less correct or appropriate.
Of course, this "judgment", is merely under my personal point of view. More than once I battled your points of views and attitudes, but... just because I care... just because I think you deserve... despite not knowing exactly why.
I don't want to change you, or anybody ... or show you directions... impose in anyway.
Though, I can understand that some people may think otherwise... I know you understand.
I want you to be happy... whatever the way and directions you chose.
You keep defying my logic... and I love it.
Just be careful... will you?
Carlos
Well, Carlos, thank you (I think)
I have been called those words, a time or two, Carlos . . . and I guess I could say that I resemble them (its an old joke in my circles). . .
There is just one point I am concerned about and I would like you to clarify when you get the chance and that is the qualifier "selfish" as it is something I try not to be . . .
I see selfishness as a trait that is determined to take and keep without giving back . . . and I would, if it were appropriate, give the shirt off my back . . . perhaps there is something I am overlooking . . ..
But, then maybe, "selfish" is something you see from a different perspective or through glasses that I have no access to … . … and also in that case . . . I would like to improve and become more unselfish.
At this point . . .. in the game of me showing and sharing everything in my heart and head . . . rightly or wrongly . .. I am very exposed . . . and I often wonder who my readers are and if they are interested at all . . . in this strange and eclectic conglomeration of stuff of mine . . . (actually this is where I argue that I am not selfish . .. I assume that people only look at my blog because they want to …… and I do try to please those who may come by to see . .. . :-/ )
But, here you see that all my bad points and characteristics are exposed and perhaps very few of my good . . . but you see . . . I am wading through the muddy battlefield of life . .. trying to peer through the dense smoke of the battle and just occasionally stumbling on the answers I seek . . . only to discover that there are even more that I am missing . . .
I know that I am often wrong . . . and I am sorry if I hurt people . . . I get the sense that I have hurt you in some way . .. . .
here is another bad point of my personality . . . I am "obtuse" . . . and for that reason you will have to make allowances and become a little more clear with me . . .. how I failed . . . I am not saying that I will agree with you or that I am wrong . . . but I do want to know . .and I DO know that I have lots of room for improvement . . .
Anyway, as you said, you care and you are kind . . .. and although I know very little about you I am very fond of you . .. because you do reach out and try to help .. . . and plus your reviews were always so full of love and looking for the loveliness in everything and you were always able to find it . .. .. I found that so intriguing about you . .. .
So thank you for you, Carlos, and all that you give .. . . and I will take heed of what you say . ..
- Barbara
Selfishness can be many things... or just a word. Most of the children are selfish by nature and that's not necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes it's even unconscious.
We interact everyday. And after every single interaction, nor we nor the other persons stays the same as before. Everything we say or do, makes necessarily a mark on other people. And the things we say or do in that context, become necessarily and independently of our own will, also a part of them.
Changing or taking them away impulsively to serve occasional personal purposes without considering at least some consequences at the level of the personal feelings of those who in some way are or were a part of our existences and sometimes even part of our struggles, constitute through my point of view acts of selfishness. Not thinking about other people's opinions or feelings, somewhere along our line of actions, specially when those people were at some point an important part or even the basis of our actions, is selfishness.
I'm not angry with you in any way... and I don't pretend to discuss over this matter. I'm just a little... disenchanted.
I am considering eliminating "Carybe", too... as there are holes showing on the account of some bricks that are now missing on its building...
and it's not a pretty sight. And maybe nobody will really care.
Again, I respect your decision... I'm just saying that you didn't took some aspects in consideration.
Carlos is my name... and the friendship remains the same.
YOU ARE UPSET BECAUSE I TOOK ORANGEUPURPLE away from Jamendo?
I am not shouting but I am just surprised. I didn't think anyone cared at all. . . no one ever said a word . . . if even one person had wanted me to keep her there I would have given it some thought . . . but instead I was encouraged to take her away . . .
I'm sorry! I never thought of that as selfish . . .since I am just being a minor cog in the picture there, but apparently an annoyance to others which just became a burden . . . and I became extremely depressed . . .
but the points that were given through my reviews remained and helped the musician . . . just the words disappeared. . .
and orangeupurple was killed . . . true . . . but I became someone else with a slightly different outlook . . and no more -M^^W- . . . to annoy others further. . .
I am just trying to fix things the best I can . . . I caused a problem and everyone turned away from me . . . so now I try to fix things the best I can . . .
I was even informed that people were afraid of getting reviews from me for fear they would be attacked . . .
Frankly I thought everyone at Jamendo had grown to despise orangeupurple . . . which I still think is true . . .
I'm sorry, Carlos, I just never knew . . . but I can't please everyone all the time . . . no matter how I try . . . and I still think that the majority of Jamendoans were very happy to see Orangeupurple disappear.. . .
although they didn't actively cheer at Orangeupurple's disappearance . . . the silence on Jamendo shouted volumes . . .
I am truly aghast at how my action made you feel . . . again I am so sorry .. .. you have no idea how bad I feel . . . nor how discouraged . . .
I even thought that if I took away Orangeupurple that maybe some missing reviewers might come back and not worry that she will start another fight .. .
SIGH!
Please, Carlos . .. do not remove Carybe . . . your reviews were truly moving and I know that they are highly cherished by the musicians . . .. . .
they still are cherished .. ..
by me . . . whenever I happen to find one . . .
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