Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star Variations (Suzuki) -- I'm a self-taught piano player who plays happily at the level of a grade school child. When I was a child, it was determined by a test at school that I had very little if any aptitude for music. I bought the keyboard and some music lesson books for children sometime around 2000. Haven't been practicing recently.
How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be? -- Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890)
Welcome to "37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)".
The photograph currently at the top of my blog was taken on December 4, 2020 in my living room, which is where I do my art work. My father bought that table so that he and my mother would each have a place of their own to do whatever they wanted to do. I have found it to be a great table on which to work on my mandalas. I update this photo every few months.
"OLD GIRL OF THE NORTH COUNTRY" (the earliest name for my blog) came to life in early December of 2006 so that I could post a 42-year retrospective of my paintings and drawings and through that action, create a new relationship with the day the man I loved returned from Vietnam in December 1970. For a while (sometime after spring of 2008, which is when he died) my blog was "TALKING 37TH DREAM WITH RAINBOW (RUMORS OF PEACE)". For a number of years, it's been "TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE)." As of April 12, 2017 my blog was titled "37TH DREAM / TALKING 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE/LOOKING UP)". Somewhere along the way it became 37TH DREAM (RUMORS OF PEACE).
To begin viewing the retrospective with narrative, scroll down to December 8, 2006, on this page:
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right temporarily defeated is stronger than evil triumphant. -- Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929-1968)
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. -- Martin Buber (1878-1965)
It is only a little planet, but how beautiful it is.
-- Robinson Jeffers
The true end of a war is the rebirth of life; the right to die peacefully in your own bed. The true end of war is the end of fear; the true end of war is the return of laughter.
-- Alfred Molano
Enjoy every sandwich -- Warren Zevon (1947-2003)
Not in God's wilds will you ever hear the sad moan, "All is vanity." No, we are paid a thousand times for all our toil, and after a single day spent outdoors in their atmosphere of strength and beauty, one could still say, should death come — even without any hope of another life — "Thank you for this most glorious gift!" and pass on.
-- John Muir (1838-1914)
Philip Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster. Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do? Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well. Hugh Fennyman: How? Philip Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery.
6 comments:
:-) It looks very much a refuge.
Yes its my type of refuge. Love the colour of the tones and the peacefulness.
beautiful - but how does it stay that neat? Just by visiting, I'd get it untidy. (what music is that on the keyboard?)
It is so beautiful there. A wonderful, contemplative space.
mum --
(-: Elves.
Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star Variations (Suzuki) -- I'm a self-taught piano player who plays happily at the level of a grade school child. When I was a child, it was determined by a test at school that I had very little if any aptitude for music. I bought the keyboard and some music lesson books for children sometime around 2000. Haven't been practicing recently.
.. elves.
A likely story.
Twinkle on, am.
xx
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