The pale moon

An almost full moon is shining through my bedroom window as I write . At this time of year the rising full moon coincides with my return to Dublin on a Sunday evening. The brownish red orb hangs over the orange glow of the capital city. When I first made this journey the orange glow was much smaller. Now it creats an artificial horizon which dims all but the brightest of stars. Bad news for the astronomer.
It is easy to be nostalgic. Easy to wish for certain memories and to banish others. All life grows and all life dies. Death is as much part of life as birth. We just have to make the most of it.
Good night and if you are near someone you love, give them a hug and let them know.

A wish

May God bless and keep you always,
May your wishes all come true,
May you always do for others
And let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

May you grow up to be righteous,
May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you.
May you always be courageous,
Stand upright and be strong,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy,
May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift.
May your heart always be joyful,
May your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

A song sung best, in my opinion,by Bob Dylan. You are probably not old enough to know him. Have a safe night everyone.

Cycles

Each season has its own scent. Now the scent of autumn permeates the air. The damp musty decaying smell of leaves on the wet ground combines with the morning mist rising from the river valley. The earth is covered in a cold blanket as the richness of summer growth slowly gives way to the dark death of winter. It is part of the cycle of life. Without it there would be no rebirth in spring. Nature’s miracle is taken for granted by many, but it is a miracle to which even humanity must bow.

Week End

I was driving back to Dublin this evening and three songs were played on the radio one after the other. They pretty much summed up how I felt.

http://www.clevver.com/music/video/14976/snow-patrol-chasing-cars.html


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_pVihntUEVw

http://www.last.fm/music/Eagles/+videos/+1-LijYqUCvGW4

The end of an eventful and at times emotional weekend. As they say "tomorrow is another day". Have a safe night everyone.

Mom

Tomorrow is my mother’s birthday. We are all going for a meal (lunch) to a local hotel restaurant. It’s been a long time since everyone was together. A special day for a special person.

The end of my day

I won’t bore you with my thoughts this evening but here is something that came into my mind as I drove home.
“A drift of fine mist settles on the cattle feeding in the ditches and leaves a sheen on the grass.
Drooping by the driveway the bedraggled crows are flapping home through skies of lead and in the far away a rumble of thunder threatens”
Today I can identify with those crows.
Hello 47.

Changes

As I get older I find that life holds more surprises than I imagined, some good, others not.
Happy Birthday to me!!!!!!