Winter and Kate

Kate Bush’s music always reminds me of winter and the memories that surround my grandfather’s house. It was a house that was in the city but was surrounded by a field, trees, quiet and beauty. When we did receive snow, the field would take on a different dimension of being on the outskirts of forest and wood. When I first bought this CD it was one of those snow capped days. I remember listening to the music and dancing to this song with an occasional look out of the window just to see the snow still coming down. It was perfect.

Peace

Winter is coming.

Blessed Be Everyone

And yes, I do watch American Horror Story and this song brings back many magical memories.

Friday Music

The leaves are changing and the wind has turned its whispering into cool gusts of mumble jumble. It is my favorite time of the year and in a couple of weeks Halloween will be upon us, where I will be celebrating with my fellow witches. I can’t help but think of how many of us are out there. But still many hide in the shadows afraid of what others might think, say or do.

Gloridean

It is mid-July. The World continues to burn on many levels, but solace always comes in the end.

The Summer Solstice

There is always drumming, song and hands raised in the air on this day. This year the message is stronger. Protect the Earth, give thanks to everything and be kind to everyone. Acknowledge the power of the elementals. The time is now for all sleeping children to awake.

A Dream and A Burning Desire

I had dream about three different men last night. The first man is someone I had fancied for a while. In the dream he told me that he had always admired me but since there is a ten year difference between us, it would be best if we remained "just friends". The second man was someone, who by no accounts would have me turn my affections towards him. But, I had a friend who desired him. He left me a dozen of yellow roses on my doorstop with note that said, "Let get together for a drink". The third man just took me into his arms…

Massive Attack

My massive attack is the written word. My first love and passion. The love of poetry and the phases that swirl in my mind. And to accompany me on this journey is always the many musicians that I listen to when I let my mind go.

POE

I found this cd hidden among the music that got distributed to the back of the shelf. The music that I listened to constantly in the 90's and now only to be soothed by it once more.

The coming of Neptune (Emerson, Lake and Palmer)