Do you care what’s happening around you?

Sunshine-In-Summer-Forest-HD-WallpaperSeason Suite by John Denver (Spring & Summer)

Silently the morning mist is lying on the water, captive moonlight waiting for the dawn.
Softly like a baby’s breath, a breeze begins to whisper.
The sun is coming quick you must be dawn.

Smiling like a superstar the morning comes in singing, the promise of another sunny day.
And all the flowers open up to gather in the sunshine, I do believe that summer’s here to stay.

And do you care what’s happening around you,
do your senses know the changes when they come?
Can you see yourself reflected in the seasons, can you understand the need to carry on?

Riding on the tapestry of all there is to see, so many ways and oh, so many things.
Rejoicing in the differences, there’s no one just like me.
Yet as different as we are, we’re still the same.

And oh, I love the life within me, I feel a part of everything I see.
And oh, I love the life around me, a part of everything is here in me.

Open up your eyes and see the brand new day, the clear blue sky and brightly shining sun.
Open up your ears and hear the breezes say, “everything that’s cold and gray is gone.”
Open up your hands and feel the rain come on down,
taste the wind and smell the flowers’ sweet perfume.
Open up your mind and let the light shine in, the earth has been reborn and life goes on.

Do you care what’s happening around you? Do your senses know the changes when they come?
Can you see yourself reflected in the seasons? Can you understand the need to carry on?

Riding on the tapestry of all there is to see, so many ways and oh, so many things.
Rejoicing in the differences, there’s no one just like me.
Yet as different as we are, we’re still the same.

And oh, I love the life within me, I feel a part of everything I see.
And oh, I love the life around me, a part of everything is here in me.
A part of everything is here in me, a part of everything is here in me.

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I’m a global citizen. I’ve created that for myself…

johndenver2“My music and all my work stem from the conviction that people everywhere are intrinsically the same,” Denver said in a 1995 interview, “When I write a song, I want to take the personal experience or observation that inspired it and express it in as universal a way as possible. I’m a global citizen. I’ve created that for myself, and I don’t want to step away from it. I want to work in whatever I do…towards a world in balance, a world that creates a better quality of life for all people.” – John Denver

Rhymes and Reasons by John Denver

So you speak to me of sadness and the coming of the winter,
The fear that is within you now that seems to never end,
and the dreams that have escaped you and the hope that you’ve forgotten,
and you tell me that you need me now and you want to be my friend,
and you wonder where we’re going, where’s the rhyme and where’s the reason?
And it’s you cannot accept: it is here we must begin to seek the wisdom of the children
and the graceful way of flowers in the wind.

For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers,
their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.
Like the music of the mountains and the colors of the rainbow,
they’re a promise of the future and a blessing for today.

Though the cities start to crumble and the towers fall around us,
the sun is slowly fading and it’s colder than the sea.
It is written: From the desert to the mountains they shall lead us,
by the hand and by the heart, they will comfort you and me.
In their innocence and trusting they will teach us to be free.

For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers,
their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.
And the song that I am singing is a prayer to non-believers,
come and stand beside us we can find a better way.

Eli’s Song by John Denver

johnI just wanted to post something in honor of my son. The song’s meant for a younger kid but don’t we all as parents see forever the wonderful innocent that they are and will be their whole lives to us. This is definitely one of those moments kids dread: Dad embarrassing him in front of everyone.

Eli’s Song by John Denver

Born in the month of June
No silver spoon to help you out
Your mother had you naturally
Naturallys the way you came out

You know your own mind and you show it to me
Give me the high sign when you want to be free
And open up my eyes to the wonders that you see

See the airplane fly, see the trees rush by
Be brave and strong when you hurt yourself
Dont you have a worry in the world

For the love thats been given you
Is the one thing time cant erase
And everyday its growin
Like a knowin smile on your face

Youre startin’ out strong, you get a kick out of life
You like to sing songs, be in the spotlight
And when everybodys watchin you, you shine so bright

See the airplane fly, see the trees rush by
Be brave and strong when you hurt yourself
Dont you have a worry in the world

You know your own mind and you show it to me
Give me the high sign when you want to be free
And open up my eyes like so many did for me

See the airplane fly, see the trees rush by
Be brave and strong when you hurt yourself
Dont you have a worry in the world

Dont you have a worry in the world
Dont you have a worry in the world
Dont you have a worry in the world

Read more: John Denver – Eli’s Song Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Wooden Indian by John Denver

joseph1The first real book I remember reading as a child was “Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce.” In it I learned of “counting coup” and distinguishing oneself in battle without having to kill. It so impressed me that after hearing the following song by John Denver, I didn’t want to fight on the side of the whites when we played “cowboys and Indians.”

Twenty years later I became an honorary member of the Ventureño Chumash in Southern California through my good friend Red Star. It was during sweat lodges and playing Chumash soccer with them that I witnessed an amazing grace in their demeanor and a quiet dignity that I’ve seen only rarely among white people.

I can only imagine the emotions our Native Brothers feel when hearing this song. For my part, it makes me wish that I were a person of color, any color but white.

I’m “going native” now and will be living on various beaches around the island. Keep the faith and pray wisdom wins in the end. Peace my friends!

Wooden Indian by John Denver

Well I was a red man
I was proud, I was strong
You were the white man
And you stole away my home

Now I am a wooden Indian
Painted dreams inside my head
Times THE WAY you bring me down
Make ME wish THAT I was dead

Ay, I was a red man
In my passing made no sound
You were the white man
And you drove me in the ground

Now I am a wooden Indian
Standing silent in the rain
Swear BY my grandfather’s father
We’re GONNA rise again

Ay, I was a red man
I was proud, I was strong
You were the white man
And you stole away my home

Now I am a wooden Indian
Standing silent in the rain
Swear BY my grandfather’s father
We’re GONNA rise again

Rhymes and Reasons by John Denver

johnThis is one of my favorites by John Denver:

So you speak to me of sadness and the coming of the winter,
The fear that is within you now that seems to never end,
and the dreams that have escaped you and the hope that you’ve forgotten,
and you tell me that you need me now and you want to be my friend,
and you wonder where we’re going, where’s the rhyme and where’s the reason?

And it’s you cannot accept: it is here we must begin to seek the wisdom of the children
and the graceful way of flowers in the wind.
For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers,
their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.
Like the music of the mountains and the colors of the rainbow,
they’re a promise of the future and a blessing for today.

Though the cities start to crumble and the towers fall around us,
the sun is slowly fading and it’s colder than the sea.
It is written: From the desert to the mountains they shall lead us,
by the hand and by the heart, they will comfort you and me.
In their innocence and trusting they will teach us to be free.
For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers,
their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day.
And the song that I am singing is a prayer to non-believers,
come and stand beside us, we can find a better way.

 

Bear in mind, I don’t believe this song is meant to endorse Christianity in any way.

It’s perhaps best looked at as an elaboration on The Julian Day’s song “Idolatry.”

Sons of the Seven Seas

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You’re invited to the World Premiere of our new song “Sons of the Seven Seas” a song/spoken word composition by The Julian Day.

7pm

I’m about to head over to Reverbnation to post the new song. Just thought I’d say a thing or two about the song itself. I think I tapped into a very deep vein in my last girlfriend and found something there that I don’t even think she knew was there. The song itself is a little short on lyrics, but then so am I. I’ve been putting the music first of late, for better or for worse. So without further ado (again, mostly about nothing), here she is. “The Sons of the Seven Seas,” a free speech treaty,

7:10pm

It’s up. I hope you’ll enjoy it. I can’t seem to find the damn lyrics but then I suppose those who are willing just have to listen that much more closely.
Aloha Nui Loa from my little tent on Maui. As John Denver used to say after a concert, “Peace My Friends and Thank You!”

Click this link please: http://www.reverbnation.com/thejulianday

Mother Nature’s Son: Balanced with a Connection to the Natural World

 

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Vosberg Original Canvas Oil Painting Paia Bay Palm Trees Maui Hawaii

In the following excerpt (from Chapter 9 of Ticket to Ride), having earlier described Morgan Blake, my male protagonist, as something of a philosopher and intellectual, I wanted to show a completely different side of him; the side connected to the ocean and the natural world. It’s important to me that he have this connection because a “life of the mind,” as it’s known in intellectual circles, must be balanced with a connection to the natural world. Otherwise we are all mind and no heart.

After Chapter 9, Morgan slips into a solitary life of the mind and spends the rest of the book in search of his heart. I hope you will enjoy this bit and I welcome any commentary you might have.

The Ticket to Ride Giveaway question of the week is:

At what bus stop did Paul McCartney and John Lennon meet for band practice in the early days of the Beatles? The person with the winning answer (posted on my blog as a comment) will receive a free book.

[From Chapter 9 of Ticket to Ride]

By the time an approaching squall had moved as close as the outer reefs Morgan had caught several waves and then decided that it was best to go in before the storm hit. Beyond the outer reefs the ocean had become a choppy white froth. However, close to shore there was a lull in the, until now, consistent sets of waves. Morgan waited patiently, feeling warm, clean, and clear. Then came another set of waves. He paddled over the first two and caught the third, knowing it would be the best of the set. It rose about two feet overhead as he dropped in. He stalled at the bottom, shifting his weight to the rear of his surfboard, and slipped slowly into the curl. He then stepped slightly forward and found perfect trim on the bending face of the wave. It folded over his head as he crouched, and he could hear the internal echo, sounding like the gushing of the primordial soup. From the beach it looked as if he had disappeared, and for a moment, the ocean seemed to embrace him.
It began to rain as he walked up the beach, past the old bunker, and toward town. By the time he reached the main street he could taste the salt as it dripped from his hair and down his face. The streets were wet and empty. Darkness was coming quickly as the declining sun had been smothered by the squall. I’ll check on Psalm he thought and when he reached the store he walked around to the back, stashed his surfboard underneath some week-old palm fronds, and as he turned toward the white house he noticed that the door to Psalm’s room was wide open.
The light of a candle flickered against the door and Morgan felt himself grow tense as he walked slowly toward it. Stopkeepmoving. Crossing the threshold he felt the tension grow stronger, resting on his chest, as if he was walking between two fence-posts on a moonless night, expecting to be caught by barbed wire. He entered the room. The air was infused with the pungent smell of raw sweat– Fearsweat, and when he turned to his right…