30 September 2011
29 September 2011
I can't keep from singing. I'm in church choir from time to time. One of my natural gifts is musical. I'm blessed with tonal memory and pitch discrimination. I'm blessed with rhythm memory too, but not strong. My pitch and tonal gifts are in high 90% percentiles. The aptitude was measured by the Johnson O'Connor Research Foundation. The foundation is the place to systematically determine your natural gifts. Johnson O'Connor calls them aptitudes. Yes there is a process to reveal and measure aptitudes. And I like to sing. In fact I'm happier when I sing. If I don't sing I'm not using my gifts; I'm incomplete, and more probable I’m unhappy. Baptist preacher Robert Lowry wrote the tune and lyric as a church hymn. The tune has been covered by lots of folks, many have composed their own lyrics. I like this How Can I Keep From Singing link's lyrics and liner notes.
14 September 2011
by Charles Savage
The bell-like ringing
and silence drifts
As wearily we rest our careworn blades,
the campfire, too, has quietly burned low.
A sudden blast of wind, an icy breeze, stirs up
a sparkling glow from ebbing fire.
Their aging branches dance but start to tire.
My surly boots tramp down the darkening snow,
and mix it with fallen leaves and mire
We are the dying ones that still can cling to life
abandoned by our fellow leaves
while we defy the silence that snows bring.