When You Say Nothing At All

I heard this song and it just makes you think of all the unnecessary words spoken between people and lovers. Everyone please have a Happy Valentines Day.

It has been almost a year since I lost my love but this reminds me how much our unspoken words and our actual actions showed us both the caring and love we had for one another. I shall never forget her, Jodi is in my heart to stay. We did not need to say I love you it was given in the smiles, in our touch and through our eyes. But we never parted for any time without saying “I Love You” as we walk out the door.

When You Say Nothing At All [LINK]
Alison Krauss, Alison Krauss & Union Station

It’s amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word, you can light up the dark
Try as I may, I could never explain
What I hear when you don’t say a thing

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There’s a truth in your eyes sayin’ you’ll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all

All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd
Old Mr. Webster could never define
What’s being said between your heart and mine

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There’s a truth in your eyes sayin’ you’ll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There’s a truth in your eyes sayin’ you’ll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all

Songwriters: DON SCHLITZ, PAUL OVERSTREET

Somewhere over the Rainbow beauty will find you.

Somewhere over the Rainbow – Israel “IZ” Kamakawiwoʻole

I heard this song in a mix I was listening to today at work and this gentleman’s voice just made me want to look and see it who it was. Although I have not been fortunate enough to capture a rainbow photo yet, these were as close as I could find for this beautiful song.

PLEASE ENJOY – Mahalo

Morning PanoGlacier Bay

The gardens of the Canada Pavilion

The gardens of the Canada Pavilion

Frilandsmusset-3

Country Lane

Geiranger Fjord Seven Sisters Waterfall

Seven Sisters Waterfall

Valley Community along Flam RR

Valley Community

 

Sharing/Giving Away 2016-1-13

Sea Shells

Sea Shells

“I am a big man. See all the shells? They are very valuable in our culture. I could have trunks of them……but then I wouldn’t be a big man. A big man gives away what he has and shares with others. ”                                 –New Guinea Elder

“From Native Wisdom for White Minds” by Anne Wilson Schaef

There are many sayings in this book that have relevance to our daily lives, it is written to provide one daily reflection each day of the year.

I have met many people in our travels that have shown the importance of sharing, wether it is material, information, their time or spirituality it has shown special qualities of these individuals and I cherish them all.

There is no Frigate Like a Book 2016-1-11

Bayeux

Bayeux

There is no frigate like a book                                                                                                                            To take us to lands far away,                                                                                                                             Nor any coursers like a page                                                                                                                              Of prancing poetry:                                                                                                                                             This traverse may the poorest take                                                                                                     Without oppress of toll;                                                                                                                                     How frugal is the chariot                                                                                                                                 That bears the human soul!                                                                                                                                                                                                  Emily Dickinson

Oh my how true this is, I am one who loves mathematics, history and reading; but I dislike grammar and spelling. I loved the literary classes which entailed reading and discussing books, poems and philosophies and have enjoyed reading since I was able to understand the written word.

Reading is a wonderful way to lose oneself in the story, be it comedy, science fiction, fiction, nonfiction, detective, mystery, romance, history…….. Instead of being force-fed others preconceived ideas of the scene as depicted in movies and television, books let you use your own imagination to visualize what I had read in the words of the author.

I have always used books to explore far away places, learn of other countries history, culture and to plan where to visit. I am still a “stick in the mud old timer” who would rather have a good printed book or map in my hand than a computer or phone screen in front of me. Give me the printed word, be it a map, book or magazine,  in my room in the evening, on a plane, in a train, wandering around town or country or just sitting enjoying the sunshine in the outdoors.

Mind you, I still use the computer to get updated information on places I am visiting, booking rooms, finding food establishments, seeing other travelers comments and recommendations and keeping up with family and friends, but the bookshelf of travel / history books and maps in my study has set the stage for all the adventure and exploration that has been taken by us.  I hope the printed word never dies as the batteries in my phone have so I may keep reading and enjoying the stories even in the middle of nowhere with out any power source.

It is so nice to unplug from the electronic leash that we all carry today.

The Road not Taken

Two roads diverged in a wood,                                                                                                                      And sorry I could not travel both                                                                                                                 And be one Traveler, long I stood                                                                                                                 And looked down one as far as I could                                                                                                          To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,                                                                                                             And having perhaps the better claim,                                                                                                 Because it was grassy and wanted wear;                                                                                         Though as for that passing there                                                                                                                 Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay                                                                                                                  In leaves no step had trodden black.                                                                                                           Oh, I kept the first for another day!                                                                                                             Yet knowing how way leads on to way,                                                                                                             I doubted if I should ever come back,

I shall be telling this with a sigh                                                                                                         Somewhere ages and ages hence:                                                                                                                 Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –                                                                                                               I took the one less traveled by,                                                                                                                         And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost (1874-1963)

As I sat last night after publishing the post yesterday I felt as if I did not finish what I had to say, so I shall continue today. This poem, since the first day I read it in high school, has always followed me, talked to me and led my life choices. It is a metaphor for so many things:

life….work….travels….adventures….

It has made me thoughtful of the choices of I have made, and to never regret the path I have chosen as it has led me to many wonderful friends, family and adventures that I cherish.