Showing posts with label December. Show all posts
Showing posts with label December. Show all posts

Monday, December 01, 2014

A Video for December: Miracle of Life



(We had a chance to see Brule yesterday. A special and spiritual experience. This is a perfect song for the month of December for it is in this month that the miracle of life is reborn. This song is from their seasonal album, One Holy Night.)

Sunday, December 01, 2013

A Video for the Month

A video that has nothing to do with Christmas to start the month.

The Decemberists - Down By the Water


Saturday, December 01, 2012

A Video for December

It is December. Here's my video pick for the themes of December. The amazing Mumford and Sons, I Will Wait. (Any "alt-folk/rock" group that uses brass has my vote any day!)

And I'll kneel down
Wait for now
And I'll kneel down
Know my ground

And I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you

Raise my hands
Paint my spirit gold
And bow my head
Keep my heart slow

Cause I will wait, I will wait for you

Thursday, December 01, 2011

As the Twelfth Month Begins

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?
- Dr. Seuss

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"I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.

'We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,'
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December."
- Oliver Herford, I Heard a Bird Sing

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"You darkness, that I come from,
I love you more than all the fires
that fence in the world,
for the fire makes
a circle of light for everyone,
and then no one outside learns of you.

But the darkness pulls in everything;
shapes and fires, animals and myself,
how easily it gathers them!—
powers and people—
and it is possible a great energy
is moving near me.
I have faith in nights."
- Rainer Maria Rilke, On Darkness

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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
- Langston Hughes