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The Rainbow Connection

I’m always fascinated by the searches that lead someone to the Archives.

Thanks to WordPress Site Stats, I can review the subjects that drive browsers to this site, seeing which topics bring the most views.  Over the course of the last few months, there are three searches that stand out as the most popular, though they seem vastly unrelated.

The topics being:  our solar system, Kermit the Frog and Patron.  Yep.  These searches consistently bring the most readers to the Archives.  Knowing how I wove these subjects into the content, I gotta wonder if the seekers really discover what they’re looking for when they find the related post.

Hopefully they’re entertained by the story of playing guitar on the beach at night, learning how the fret board corresponds to every planet.  Or the conveyance of a parental moment observing my seven year old’s leggy growth spurt, noticing it mirrored the body of Kermit the Frog.  And of course, my toast to tequila in all of its organic virtues.  The medicinal power that can soften inner edges on Life’s sidelines, in a well-earned time-out.

With nearly nine months of daily posts, I see that the most frequently searched topics include the cosmos, a mind-altering substance and a singing amphibian with a heart of gold.  Can these seeming disparates reveal greater insight into human nature and what we seek?

Maybe there’s an essential link that commonly threads through each of these topics.  Kermit’s sweet and earnest, ever-curious nature.  An earthling’s need to understand its place in the universe.  A evolutionary desire to open to altered states of perception.

Maybe there is that Rainbow Connection between these random keyword searches.  I’m right there with those cyber-seekers.  However they find me, I hope they enjoy what they discover.  Those lovers, dreamers…and me.

The Rainbow Connection

Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what’s on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we’ve been told and some choose to believe it
I know they’re wrong, wait and see.
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers and me.

Who said that every wish would be heard and answered
when wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that
and someone believed it,
and look what it’s done so far.
What’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing?
And what do we think we might see?
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers and me.

All of us under its spell,
we know that it’s probably magic….

Have you been half asleep
and have you heard voices?
I’ve heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same.
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it.
It’s something that I’m supposed to be.
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers and me.
La, la la, La, la la la, La Laa, la la, La, La la laaaaaaa

Written by Paul Williams and used by Kermit the Frog, of The Muppets, Jim Henson Productions

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At Home with the Lovers of the Earth

by the fire
with the earth lovers
and a rising moon

the Garden Poet pulls red hot rocks
by pitchfork
from glowing coals
each one with its own shape
and story

I brush the embers away
with purple ti leaves
as the pulsing porous surface dazzles
the darkness
like some space stone from afar
ancient
all knowing

inside the arches
of tied guava saplings
we sit and sweat
with these keepers of time

every drop of our perspiration
releases to the solid soil
supporting
just beneath us

lemon basil floats
in our water calabash
and with every prayer
is the casting of spray upon stone
punctuating the thick air
in the zesty garden steam of green
rising in heated refreshment

tonight
a homecoming
remembrance of connection
all things earthly serve
gifting us
may I never again forget my nature
forever giving thanks

outside the womby lodge
water cools
fire warms
moon illumines
aloe soothes
lemon refreshes
garden greens nourish
terra firma holds our feet

until I lay down by the fire
and let the whole earth
hold my whole body
drift off to sleep
warm in the moonlight
fully fed
with the lovers of the earth

courtesty of bobaliciouslondon
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Sorting the Junk Drawer

“He who would travel happily must travel light.” — Antoine de St. Exupery

I’m in the realms of sorting junk drawers, if this is any indication to my state of mind.

(I know there's big demand to steal my junk drawer shot) Jessica Dofflemyer ~ all rights reserved

I’m living in a world of keep, recycle, give away, or trash.  There’s no room for hesitancy here.  Little time for sentimentality.  I’m moving, and what’s  kept must be schlepped so it better be worth its weight.  Bagfuls of “so-so’s” have been heaved out the door.

I’m thinking of a lean, mean (well, not-so-mean), streamlined machine.  If there’s a knot let’s untangle it.  A tight muscle, let’s stretch it.  Dead weight, let’s cut it.  And if it’s helping, let’s nurture it.  Whatever it takes to make things smooth, I’m for it.

I’m in that no-nonsense mood.  No room for anybody throwing marbles in my path.  I’m fine to forge this trek on my own – I can sort and haul my own junk drawer.  But unless you’ve got a machete and some empty, willing hands, I’d rather not dally.

I sound uppity, I know.  It’s just my sorting mood.

It’s what happens when you assess your stuff.  Realize that “so-so” doesn’t cut it.  “Kinda” wastes your time.  It’s quality not quantity and you don’t really need very much.

Just enough of everything that fully functions.  Each item earns its place through contribution.

What I keep is my choice and I’m left to house it.  So here’s to traveling light and easy movement.  (And the ideal promise of an ever-organized junk drawer!)