Yes! Yes! My new CD album is finely-crafted double album "Early In The Morning". It contains some awesome surprises (that you will never hear elsewhere)"Pride and Joy" and "Out Of Nowhere". And beyond those, along with some favorites of assorted genres. I've prepared a typed insert for the inside back of the disc; it tells how and why each song was chosen for this project. When I finished writing it, I had to smile at the truths it conveys. So it's definitely worth a read. All songs are representative of my biographical life (in random not chronological order). Along with my most recent original "Early In The Morning" (the morning is my most creative time) are awesome cover songs "Since I Fell For You", there are special tributes to cosmic travelers, my beautiful companions (you must hear "Dixie Lee's Song"), a precious person, and wonderful emotional and spiritual elements that have shaped, elevated, and enriched my life.
Humor interweaves there, too in songs like Pride And Joy. Listen to the CDs to identify my awesome life enhancers! The album (with a total of 16 songs) came into being via the very artistic and capable hands of William (Sandy) Garrett of Songwriters Recording Studio in Knoxville, whose amazing talents are without limit. He did the recording and mastering of the songs and a beautiful job on the album's graphic design. His website is at www.songrecord.com. The albums are ready now! Please contact me at (865) 659-5383 if you'd like to get one.
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Friday, December 23, 2016
Monday, April 4, 2016
Dixie Lee Landau ...
Rest In Peace, Dixie Lee (8/1/02 - 4/3/16)
My beautiful Dixie Lee passed into Spirit yesterday evening ... peacefully, under the guidance of gentle hands. I miss her terribly, though that is consistent with the deep and beautiful love we shared. Please wish her well on her cosmic journey. I will go to her favorite park today and walk among the trees.
My beautiful Dixie Lee passed into Spirit yesterday evening ... peacefully, under the guidance of gentle hands. I miss her terribly, though that is consistent with the deep and beautiful love we shared. Please wish her well on her cosmic journey. I will go to her favorite park today and walk among the trees.
Saturday, August 29, 2015
End Of Summer Blues and Some Quirky Stuff ...
When I lived in New England (most of the first half of my life), summer arrived around June 1st; you could plant things a little before that but the risk for a late killing frost was real. So by end of June people were enjoying their pools and starting to go to local beaches. "Real summer", though, was July and August. The first week of of August was very hot and humid and most people then did not have central air conditioning. After the August heat wave, came those end of summer blues because the days were numbered and cold weather could blow in at any time after the arrival of September. I remember one day during the first week of September when the kids all stood at the school bus stop wearing parkas. That was a rare occurrence, but the icy wind and cold temps were very real that day.
For me, ever the herbalist and gardener, seeing my plants suffer and die with the cold was very sad. Often I'd dig some of them up and bring them into the house, where, of course, they could not survive -- being outdoor plants. I would go outside with blankets and towels and cover my marigolds and zinnias each evening until the mother of all frosts would come and get them even through the covers.
In earlier years (childhood) my end of summer blues were about having to return to school and lose my carefree nature hikes, wild berry picking, tree-climbing, and unlimited time with my piano, Estey. Estey was a used upright that my mother bought for me when I was seven or eight years old. He was my most constant and faithful companion for years and years. I still think of Estey. Later on, he came to live in the finished basement of my first home during my first marriage. When the time came for the marriage to end, I was unable to get Estey out through the doorway and basement hatchway (and was given an arbitrary 12 hours in which to do it). I didn't know who to call and then was told that Estey had been cut up ... and removed in that fashion. God bless you, Estey, wherever your splinters lie. And I apologize for getting off-topic -- mainly because I want to celebrate the beauty and joy that summer represents.
Well anyway, I look at the sweet, innocent faces of my orangey-red zinnias that planted themselves this Spring from last years dropped zinnia plant seeds. The seeds managed to survive the harsh winter freezes. How beautiful they are ... and trusting. They seem to say "don't worry, be happy"!. I'll put up a picture of the first one that emerged during July which is kind of late for seeds to sprout. And, yes, I will cover them if need be as the weeks march onward.
Earlier this summer, my friend gave me two Sorghum plants. He had, at first, though he had a rogue corn plant growing in his yard but then the plant developed an oval-shaped large seed head at its top and then he found two more sorghums. The birds love the seeds. It turns out the sorghum is a valued plant in many parts of the world where food products are made from it A couple of weeks after he gave me the sorghums which I planted in a pot placed on the east side of my house, I discovered what I thought was another full-grown sorghum under a tree on the west side of my house. Soon, though, it started growing a little tassel on top instead of a seed head and then I noticed a small but very real "ear" growing midway up the plant. Could this be a corn plant? A week or so farther along and the "ear" seems semi-hollow, but most startling of all -- there are now bristly hairs growing outward on all the vertical stems, including the main stalk. It looks spooky and humorous. I took a picture and will put up the one that focuses on the hairs, as well as one that shows the whole plant earlier.
Yes, the end-of-summer-blues. It seems so recent that I was scraping ice and snow off of the truck and driveway .. and picking up broken tree limbs. For me, time seems to be on fast-forward. I try to remember that wise advice to "savor each moment". I'll squeeze as much summer out of the weeks (and months) ahead. Summer isn't over just because school starts. Especially here in the south, we can keep the spirit of summer going for quite a long time :)
For me, ever the herbalist and gardener, seeing my plants suffer and die with the cold was very sad. Often I'd dig some of them up and bring them into the house, where, of course, they could not survive -- being outdoor plants. I would go outside with blankets and towels and cover my marigolds and zinnias each evening until the mother of all frosts would come and get them even through the covers.
In earlier years (childhood) my end of summer blues were about having to return to school and lose my carefree nature hikes, wild berry picking, tree-climbing, and unlimited time with my piano, Estey. Estey was a used upright that my mother bought for me when I was seven or eight years old. He was my most constant and faithful companion for years and years. I still think of Estey. Later on, he came to live in the finished basement of my first home during my first marriage. When the time came for the marriage to end, I was unable to get Estey out through the doorway and basement hatchway (and was given an arbitrary 12 hours in which to do it). I didn't know who to call and then was told that Estey had been cut up ... and removed in that fashion. God bless you, Estey, wherever your splinters lie. And I apologize for getting off-topic -- mainly because I want to celebrate the beauty and joy that summer represents.
Well anyway, I look at the sweet, innocent faces of my orangey-red zinnias that planted themselves this Spring from last years dropped zinnia plant seeds. The seeds managed to survive the harsh winter freezes. How beautiful they are ... and trusting. They seem to say "don't worry, be happy"!. I'll put up a picture of the first one that emerged during July which is kind of late for seeds to sprout. And, yes, I will cover them if need be as the weeks march onward.
Earlier this summer, my friend gave me two Sorghum plants. He had, at first, though he had a rogue corn plant growing in his yard but then the plant developed an oval-shaped large seed head at its top and then he found two more sorghums. The birds love the seeds. It turns out the sorghum is a valued plant in many parts of the world where food products are made from it A couple of weeks after he gave me the sorghums which I planted in a pot placed on the east side of my house, I discovered what I thought was another full-grown sorghum under a tree on the west side of my house. Soon, though, it started growing a little tassel on top instead of a seed head and then I noticed a small but very real "ear" growing midway up the plant. Could this be a corn plant? A week or so farther along and the "ear" seems semi-hollow, but most startling of all -- there are now bristly hairs growing outward on all the vertical stems, including the main stalk. It looks spooky and humorous. I took a picture and will put up the one that focuses on the hairs, as well as one that shows the whole plant earlier.
Yes, the end-of-summer-blues. It seems so recent that I was scraping ice and snow off of the truck and driveway .. and picking up broken tree limbs. For me, time seems to be on fast-forward. I try to remember that wise advice to "savor each moment". I'll squeeze as much summer out of the weeks (and months) ahead. Summer isn't over just because school starts. Especially here in the south, we can keep the spirit of summer going for quite a long time :)
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Sugar, Spice And A Toss Of The Dice!
Welcome back, dear readers! If you had deserted my blog I wouldn't have blamed you. I haven't posted to this, my original blog, in a year or so. I'll try and make my posts stimulating and I'd like to strike some balance between serious and inane :)
420 --
Yes, April 20th is the long-established day that honors the amazing, yet vilified Cannabis plant, which was re-named marijuana many years ago by our government in the effort to misrepresent it and make it sound foreign and scary. My comments about it here aren't from the perspective of a user, but rather, from the standpoint of an herbal and wildflower enthusiast who thinks that God knew what He/She was doing when He/She created the Earth and populated it with plants and animals. The Cannabis plant is among the most versatile, useful, and beneficial in this world. Fortunately (although 75 years late) its prohibition, persecution, and blatantly untrue bad press are showing signs of ceasing, with two progressive states declaring it a legal plant and many other states coming forth with various decriminalization measures. You can follow this progress by going to the website of NORML at http://norml.org/. Anyone who wants to know the truth about what happened 75 years ago -- and how and why the government escalated its persecution and imprisonment of cannabis users -- to include seizing their homes and cars -- can refer to the History Channel's documentary and several other historical publications. It's obvious that the federal government had deemed itself wiser and mightier than the earth's Creator and that it was accountable to no one.
New Song --
I've written another new song (not sure where my music reporting left off in my earlier blogging). This song is not in my usual blues, jazz, ballad, spiritual, light classic genres; it is a protest song. Instead of being played on guitar like most protest songs of the past that I've heard, it is done on the piano. For recording purposes, I'll play it on my split keyboard so I can use the bass feature, too. The name of the song is Vanishing Freedom. The song's content covers some challenging territory and, yet, remains lyrical. When I get it done, I'll put it up on my website and on Reverbnation.
Reverbnation --
Some months ago I joined Reverbnation and have some songs up there on my page. The title of my account there is "Clara (Solo) Blues, jazz, and Exotic Mixes". I hope you'll visit.
http://www.reverbnation.com/clarasolobluesjazzandexoticmixes
Facebook Artist Page --
When I joined Reverbnation, I found that my days as a FB hold-out (I didn't want to join) were over because Reverbnation considers a subscriber having a FB page as a given. So I created, with the help of a dear friend, an "artist" FB page. The artist pages are somewhat different from the regular FB accounts. I'm still learning the drill as far as how to navigate the page and how to post to other people's regular FB pages.
http://www.facebook.com/pages/claras-music/378791192206945
Two New CDs --
During the past year, I did two new music CDs. They are both for sale on my new and improved website at www.claralandau.com. The first, "Clara (solo) The Journey and The Gem" has some truly mesmerizing songs ... some originals and some awesome covers. The second, "Songs for Spirit" is a collection of original spiritual (not religious) songs ... and one of the songs is by my friend, Sandy Garrett. His song is absolutely beautiful and I dare say that mine are nice too :) You can hear some of my stuff on my website's Song Page link, but you will need to get the CDs to hear some of the most delectable renderings.
New U.S. Secretary Of The Interior --
The appointment of new U.S. secretary of the interior Sally Jewell took place last week. She replaces Ken Salazar. This change in leadership governing our public lands and environment has been needed ever since Salazar took hold of the reins; the role he chose to play was disastrous for the environment and endangered species. I am especially hopeful that Secretary Jewell will return protection to U.S. wolves (who were removed from the Endangered List during the final moments of W's presidency and are currently being pursued and killed). Also I'm hoping that Secretary Jewell will put a stop to the horrendous helicopter wild horse round-ups that lead many terrified adult horses and new foals to their deaths ... and that she will protect U.S. horses from being barbarically slaughtered in the U.S. or across the borders in Canada and Mexico.
Our Fellow-Beings the Non-Human Animals --
A recent mailing from ASPCA about the rise in animal cruelty, including instances of cruelty involving many species of animals -- seems to echo the violence being perpetrated on humans by other humans. Also, I've got a mailing from WSPA that speaks of the routine very inhumane treatment of animals who are considered "food" and food-producing units. It doesn't need to be this way. Why are so many members of our species so hell-bent on cruelty? Where is the compassion?
My Magazine Article --
About six months ago, I finally wrote my article that chronicles my other-dimensional experiences ... events that were uplifting, amazing and, in several instances, saved my life. I don't know what publication to submit it to. It's entitled "An Angel At My Shoulder", though it's about many circumstances and spiritual beings. But I feel the title is appropriate and the term "angel" fits well my benefactor and guardian (several years ago I wrote a song by the same title). The article is, at once, shamanic and mystical and enthralling. Perhaps I'll publish it on my blog. Please let me know if you have an ideal publication in mind that might be suitable for it.
Update On Dixie Lee --
My beautiful dog is doing fine following the very difficult year she/we had with her fistula situation. She miraculously recovered during summer of 2012 and has been well ever since -- all traces of the condition are gone! She is looking forward to her 11th birthday this August. For those of you who are interested in the science of numbers, 11 is a mystical number and one with which I'm very familiar in the best sense of the word : )
Blog Post Reprint --
This would be a good time for me to reprint my long-ago published post that lends some levity (and truth) to our current national and world conditions. Here it is (reprinted from an earlier post that appeared in my now-deleted "Classic Clara" blog).
420 --
Yes, April 20th is the long-established day that honors the amazing, yet vilified Cannabis plant, which was re-named marijuana many years ago by our government in the effort to misrepresent it and make it sound foreign and scary. My comments about it here aren't from the perspective of a user, but rather, from the standpoint of an herbal and wildflower enthusiast who thinks that God knew what He/She was doing when He/She created the Earth and populated it with plants and animals. The Cannabis plant is among the most versatile, useful, and beneficial in this world. Fortunately (although 75 years late) its prohibition, persecution, and blatantly untrue bad press are showing signs of ceasing, with two progressive states declaring it a legal plant and many other states coming forth with various decriminalization measures. You can follow this progress by going to the website of NORML at http://norml.org/. Anyone who wants to know the truth about what happened 75 years ago -- and how and why the government escalated its persecution and imprisonment of cannabis users -- to include seizing their homes and cars -- can refer to the History Channel's documentary and several other historical publications. It's obvious that the federal government had deemed itself wiser and mightier than the earth's Creator and that it was accountable to no one.
New Song --
I've written another new song (not sure where my music reporting left off in my earlier blogging). This song is not in my usual blues, jazz, ballad, spiritual, light classic genres; it is a protest song. Instead of being played on guitar like most protest songs of the past that I've heard, it is done on the piano. For recording purposes, I'll play it on my split keyboard so I can use the bass feature, too. The name of the song is Vanishing Freedom. The song's content covers some challenging territory and, yet, remains lyrical. When I get it done, I'll put it up on my website and on Reverbnation.
Reverbnation --
Some months ago I joined Reverbnation and have some songs up there on my page. The title of my account there is "Clara (Solo) Blues, jazz, and Exotic Mixes". I hope you'll visit.
http://www.reverbnation.com/clarasolobluesjazzandexoticmixes
Facebook Artist Page --
When I joined Reverbnation, I found that my days as a FB hold-out (I didn't want to join) were over because Reverbnation considers a subscriber having a FB page as a given. So I created, with the help of a dear friend, an "artist" FB page. The artist pages are somewhat different from the regular FB accounts. I'm still learning the drill as far as how to navigate the page and how to post to other people's regular FB pages.
http://www.facebook.com/pages/claras-music/378791192206945
Two New CDs --
During the past year, I did two new music CDs. They are both for sale on my new and improved website at www.claralandau.com. The first, "Clara (solo) The Journey and The Gem" has some truly mesmerizing songs ... some originals and some awesome covers. The second, "Songs for Spirit" is a collection of original spiritual (not religious) songs ... and one of the songs is by my friend, Sandy Garrett. His song is absolutely beautiful and I dare say that mine are nice too :) You can hear some of my stuff on my website's Song Page link, but you will need to get the CDs to hear some of the most delectable renderings.
New U.S. Secretary Of The Interior --
The appointment of new U.S. secretary of the interior Sally Jewell took place last week. She replaces Ken Salazar. This change in leadership governing our public lands and environment has been needed ever since Salazar took hold of the reins; the role he chose to play was disastrous for the environment and endangered species. I am especially hopeful that Secretary Jewell will return protection to U.S. wolves (who were removed from the Endangered List during the final moments of W's presidency and are currently being pursued and killed). Also I'm hoping that Secretary Jewell will put a stop to the horrendous helicopter wild horse round-ups that lead many terrified adult horses and new foals to their deaths ... and that she will protect U.S. horses from being barbarically slaughtered in the U.S. or across the borders in Canada and Mexico.
Our Fellow-Beings the Non-Human Animals --
A recent mailing from ASPCA about the rise in animal cruelty, including instances of cruelty involving many species of animals -- seems to echo the violence being perpetrated on humans by other humans. Also, I've got a mailing from WSPA that speaks of the routine very inhumane treatment of animals who are considered "food" and food-producing units. It doesn't need to be this way. Why are so many members of our species so hell-bent on cruelty? Where is the compassion?
My Magazine Article --
About six months ago, I finally wrote my article that chronicles my other-dimensional experiences ... events that were uplifting, amazing and, in several instances, saved my life. I don't know what publication to submit it to. It's entitled "An Angel At My Shoulder", though it's about many circumstances and spiritual beings. But I feel the title is appropriate and the term "angel" fits well my benefactor and guardian (several years ago I wrote a song by the same title). The article is, at once, shamanic and mystical and enthralling. Perhaps I'll publish it on my blog. Please let me know if you have an ideal publication in mind that might be suitable for it.
Update On Dixie Lee --
My beautiful dog is doing fine following the very difficult year she/we had with her fistula situation. She miraculously recovered during summer of 2012 and has been well ever since -- all traces of the condition are gone! She is looking forward to her 11th birthday this August. For those of you who are interested in the science of numbers, 11 is a mystical number and one with which I'm very familiar in the best sense of the word : )
Blog Post Reprint --
This would be a good time for me to reprint my long-ago published post that lends some levity (and truth) to our current national and world conditions. Here it is (reprinted from an earlier post that appeared in my now-deleted "Classic Clara" blog).
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Ode To Harmony--Much More Than A Song
The harmony of the spheres and as above, so below.
Hear my Ode To Harmony lyric set to music on the song page of my website at www.claralandau.com. Copyright 2010 Clara Landau.
Spirit, spirit, spirit sings. Clears my mind of noisy things.
Gone now, clashings, Fears can cease.
Welcome, welcome ... sweet, sweet peace.
With compassion I will try, To ease the pain of those who cry.
When some wrongness, harm I see,
I won't turn away, uncaringly.
Make it right, I'll try my best, Til it's right I cannot rest.
Make it right, I'll do my best,
In the doing, I am blest.
Love can blossom like a flower ... Fill us with an awesome power!
Freedom, freedom, freedom rings! Spirit, spirit, spirit sings!
Wondrous harmonies release ...
Each and all to sweet, sweet peace.
My vision: A world in which the people of all races, faiths, and demographics and the animals of all species (flying, crawling, running, walking, swimming, slithering, galloping, hopping), all the flora and fauna of Nature and Creation ... will live according to the divine truism that we are all part of each other, connected at a cellular level. In the beauty of that light, we would/could/will find that love, compassion, cooperation, and respect can sustain and protect us (all).
Hear my Ode To Harmony lyric set to music on the song page of my website at www.claralandau.com. Copyright 2010 Clara Landau.
Spirit, spirit, spirit sings. Clears my mind of noisy things.
Gone now, clashings, Fears can cease.
Welcome, welcome ... sweet, sweet peace.
With compassion I will try, To ease the pain of those who cry.
When some wrongness, harm I see,
I won't turn away, uncaringly.
Make it right, I'll try my best, Til it's right I cannot rest.
Make it right, I'll do my best,
In the doing, I am blest.
Love can blossom like a flower ... Fill us with an awesome power!
Freedom, freedom, freedom rings! Spirit, spirit, spirit sings!
Wondrous harmonies release ...
Each and all to sweet, sweet peace.
My vision: A world in which the people of all races, faiths, and demographics and the animals of all species (flying, crawling, running, walking, swimming, slithering, galloping, hopping), all the flora and fauna of Nature and Creation ... will live according to the divine truism that we are all part of each other, connected at a cellular level. In the beauty of that light, we would/could/will find that love, compassion, cooperation, and respect can sustain and protect us (all).
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Summer’s Hush –
August is here ... golden August. The fruit of the gardens is abundant, the wildflowers are forming seed heads and pods. My favorite wildflowers are orange glory and purple ironweeds. The ironweeds are the late bloomers and just getting ready to blossom here in Tennessee.
Kids and teachers are getting ready to go back to school. Oh, I remember what a painful thing it was to relinquish summer when I was a child. I suspect that hasn’t changed for today’s kids, especially here in Tennessee, where school resumes in early August. Where I lived (Connecticut), school would re-open on the Wednesday after Labor Day. Always. That seemed much more logical to me. My birthday is September 1st, so as my excitement would mount with my own special day approaching, it was juxtaposed with my sadness about school’s re-opening. I remember that bittersweet emotional conflict – year after year!. I liked school, for the most part, and was a good student; it was just the loss of my personal freedom that bothered me. I’m the same way now, definitely a free spirit. Oh, to be a butterfly, flitting from flower to flower, following my bliss! Well, to some extent, that’s what I do.
Anyway, August is kind of nostalgic and soft and golden, a time to hold onto in one’s memory. It’s a nice month. All of nature is looking forward now to resting, after its vigorous growth, budding, blooming, and propagation. Nature is a great teacher and I am nature’s daughter. August is a nice month.
Kids and teachers are getting ready to go back to school. Oh, I remember what a painful thing it was to relinquish summer when I was a child. I suspect that hasn’t changed for today’s kids, especially here in Tennessee, where school resumes in early August. Where I lived (Connecticut), school would re-open on the Wednesday after Labor Day. Always. That seemed much more logical to me. My birthday is September 1st, so as my excitement would mount with my own special day approaching, it was juxtaposed with my sadness about school’s re-opening. I remember that bittersweet emotional conflict – year after year!. I liked school, for the most part, and was a good student; it was just the loss of my personal freedom that bothered me. I’m the same way now, definitely a free spirit. Oh, to be a butterfly, flitting from flower to flower, following my bliss! Well, to some extent, that’s what I do.
Anyway, August is kind of nostalgic and soft and golden, a time to hold onto in one’s memory. It’s a nice month. All of nature is looking forward now to resting, after its vigorous growth, budding, blooming, and propagation. Nature is a great teacher and I am nature’s daughter. August is a nice month.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Magic, Blessed Little Creatures –
Lightning Bugs! Where I grew up, that’s what they are called. I’ve heard them called "Fireflies" in other locales. They can be seen now, gracing the night with their magic. I love them! It’s impossible to not have one’s spirit enriched while gazing at lightning bugs. I’ll copy and paste a segment of an item I wrote about them back in 1998 in my newsletter, Janna Publications (named for a sweet, smart little dog who sat in the executive director’s chair!). At the time, there was an industry campaign to collect and harm the little insects. Here is what I wrote:
"How They Light Up The Night! ... During the month of June, the annual ritual is begun by those innocuous little creatures–the lightning bugs, or fireflies as they are called in some parts of the country. At dusk, their blinking lights emerge from grass and garden. As the evening wears on, they rise in a great twinkling wave, higher and higher from the ground. Then, just before midnight, they are among the treetops, where they signal to each other in a spectacular, quietly-frenzied display!
Would you want them to disappear? Would you wish them harmed? No, neither would we. Nor do we want to know the mechanical intricacies of their lighting apparatus. But, this summer, a more elaborate version of last year’s newspaper ad appeared in print, urging people to catch these insects, freeze them, and cash them in for payment by the ounce; the ad also said to "avoid thawing or they will become worthless". Worthless? This strikes us as crass, crude, cruel, and ridiculous. We think that their aesthetic worth is singularly phenomenal."
Yes, phenomenal ... and magic!
"How They Light Up The Night! ... During the month of June, the annual ritual is begun by those innocuous little creatures–the lightning bugs, or fireflies as they are called in some parts of the country. At dusk, their blinking lights emerge from grass and garden. As the evening wears on, they rise in a great twinkling wave, higher and higher from the ground. Then, just before midnight, they are among the treetops, where they signal to each other in a spectacular, quietly-frenzied display!
Would you want them to disappear? Would you wish them harmed? No, neither would we. Nor do we want to know the mechanical intricacies of their lighting apparatus. But, this summer, a more elaborate version of last year’s newspaper ad appeared in print, urging people to catch these insects, freeze them, and cash them in for payment by the ounce; the ad also said to "avoid thawing or they will become worthless". Worthless? This strikes us as crass, crude, cruel, and ridiculous. We think that their aesthetic worth is singularly phenomenal."
Yes, phenomenal ... and magic!
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Monday, July 28, 2008
Spirit Of Life
Dear Readers,
The chronicles of two happenings during the past week -- one that was disturbing and the other which occurred yesterday, horrific and life-altering -- beg to be told on my blog. And they will be told. But, for the moment, I must wait. As soon as the time is prudent and it feels appropriate, I will write about them on this blog.
In the meantime, I want to express my heartfelt love for my fellow congregants at TVUUC, my deepest condolences to the families of the fatally wounded; my prayers for all who were injured, all who survived, the beautiful children, and for all of us who witnessed and were touched forever by yesterday's tragic events. Spirit Of Life, come unto me ... and you.
Clara
The chronicles of two happenings during the past week -- one that was disturbing and the other which occurred yesterday, horrific and life-altering -- beg to be told on my blog. And they will be told. But, for the moment, I must wait. As soon as the time is prudent and it feels appropriate, I will write about them on this blog.
In the meantime, I want to express my heartfelt love for my fellow congregants at TVUUC, my deepest condolences to the families of the fatally wounded; my prayers for all who were injured, all who survived, the beautiful children, and for all of us who witnessed and were touched forever by yesterday's tragic events. Spirit Of Life, come unto me ... and you.
Clara
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Grieving Pet Loss
Grief is the price we pay for loving our pets, for endearing them to us – but it’s worth it. Worth it, of course, for the companionship and affection they share with us, for their unconditional love. Even more than that, though, having a beloved pet connects us in such a deeply spiritual way with something much bigger than ourselves, something hard to describe with mere words – the tapestry, mutuality, and interconnectedness of life. I recently was talking about these things with a very dear friend who is mourning the recent passing of his cat who had been with him for almost 17 years.
On my website at http://claralandau.home.comcast.net I have a link entitled The Story Of Lucky. It may be helpful to readers who are going through the grief process. Time, after all, is the best healer, but there are people and books that can be of great help in a more immediate sense. I talk about some of them on the Lucky link.
On my website at http://claralandau.home.comcast.net I have a link entitled The Story Of Lucky. It may be helpful to readers who are going through the grief process. Time, after all, is the best healer, but there are people and books that can be of great help in a more immediate sense. I talk about some of them on the Lucky link.
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