I came across this again today. Usually not my type of music, but it fits here so wonderfully. A brilliant editing job! Brought me a lot of joy and hope it will do so for you too;-)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1F0lBnsnkE
Thank you all for sharing these songs and words. I have always been brought to tears by music (even marching bands ... as soon as I hear the drum line, I start bawling. I'm either a huge sap or my empath kryptonite is music). We have a Peloton, and lately, I've been re-taking a ride by an instructor named Christine d'Ercole that is set completely to classical music. I find myself riding through tears for half an hour. (Christine, herself, is incredibly tuned in and cathartic.)
However, once a week I drive into the country to retrieve farm eggs from a friend and deliver them to people, and this song gets turned up about as loudly as my speakers can handle. Not sure it's safe to drive with tears running down the face, but it feels like therapy.
Here is my song for the day! https://youtu.be/xwtdhWltSIg It reflects my feelings about the current administration and political parties.
@jeanne-mayell (and our entire community)
My new favorite song. I dare you not to start singing or dancing.
People Have the Power!!
Choir Choir Choir Patti Smith and Stewart Copeland on percussion.
This song is going to stick with me for awhile. Enjoy.
Thank you. The poem is by Michael Leunig, an Australian cartoonist, poet, writer. Here are two more of his poems:
THE AWFULISERS
Every night and every day
The awfulisers work away,
Awfulising public places,
Favourite things and little graces;
Awfulising lovely treasures,
Common joys and simple pleasures;
Awfulising far and near
The parts of life we held so dear:
Democratic, clean and lawful,
Awful, awful, awful, awful.
THE SUMMER PALACE
Make a little garden in your pocket,
Fill your cuffs with radishes and rocket,
Let a passionfruit crawl up your thigh,
Grow some oregano in your fly.
Make a steamy compost of your fears,
Trickle irrigate your life with tears,
Let your troubled mind become a trellis,
Turn your heart into a summer palace.
Many years ago (25 or so), there was a car commercial that used a poem read aloud as a voice-over by James Garner, one of my favorite actors. The poem was written by a gentleman named Patrick O’Leary, an ad copy writer, specifically for the ad campaign for the carmaker.
The poem struck a chord with me, and it’s stuck with me all these years. Even knowing it’s from a car commercial doesn’t tarnish the more personal, gut response I had when I heard it, and I’ve kept a copy of the poem in my wallet for all that time. I saw it again on a website today, and it made me smile and want to share it because it kind of describes what it's like to meditate, and it always makes my introverted heart happy. I hope you enjoy. :-)
Nobody Knows It But Me
There’s a place that I travel,
When I want to roam
And nobody knows it but me.
The roads don’t go there,
And the signs stay home
And nobody knows it but me.
It’s far, far away and way, way afar,
It’s over the moon and the sea,
And wherever you are going,
That’s wherever you are
And nobody knows it but me.
-Patrick O'Leary
This my get yo moving a bit.
Power to the People.
https://www.facebook.com/johnlennon/videos/287347049190413
Just watched "Kiss the Ground" on Netflix, narrated by Woody Harrelson. It was about desertification and how to heal the earth--informative and inspiring.
@jackie. I will check it out. Thanks!