Finding Sunsets, one day at a time…
This tune was written by Gustav Holst and was used as a part of his piece Jupiter. This particular part was also used in the song, “I Vow To Thee, My Country”, the Hymn “Jerusalem”, and Thaxted. It has been used and reused many times and is inspiring in each of them.
One rendition:
another rendition:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VV9H2dk_qgY
the full Jupiter piece:
Enjoy!
Luck, often enough, will save a man. If his courage holds.
So after a long weekend, I decided to visit Joshua Tree National Park. Yes, I live in So Cal! 😀
Joshua Tree National Park is an interesting and amazing place. Especially when the temperature only gets to 78 so you can relax and enjoy the day, not die from heat stroke. Desert time is almost over as summer is coming fast, but there may be one or two weekends left to enjoy the dirty outdoors.
Going here reminds me of Gollum’s Riddle from The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien.
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
Carpe the hell
out of this Diem!!!
This isn’t me, but will be in about a month! 😀 Can’t wait to go skydiving!!! 😀
Saw this and had to steal it. Whoever thought it up is awesome!
Every mother on earth gave birth to a child.
Except my mom.
She gave birth to a legend!
As much as I don’t like the idea of a girl joining the marines as a reaction to her boyfriend cheating on her, remember that you are you no matter what people do to you. Maintaining your standards your “way” in the overwhelming presence of the culture that surrounds you is vital to ensuring that you remain strong and are not swept along by the whims of others.
This is the part of me
That you’re never gonna ever take away from me, No!
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
It’s my life
It’s now or never
I ain’t gonna live forever
I just want to live while I’m alive
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This poem was written after he had one of his legs amputated when he was a teenager.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
“That hunger you have to develop. Because, you have to create a goal for yourself. Whatever that may be. A long term goal and a short term goal. And you gotta go after that. If you do not see it and if you do not believe it. Who else will?”