Sunset Shadow — Image by kenne
“And the days that I keep my gratitude
Higher than my expectations
Well, I have really good days”
— from the song “Mother Blues” by Ray Wylie Hubbard
Archive for the ‘Gratitude’ Tag
Sunset Shadow 4 comments
Two-Tailed Swallowtail — Photo Essay 2 comments
Nature’s beauty is a gift that cultivates appreciation and gratitude.
— Louie Schwartzberg
Two-Tailed Swallowtail — Photo Essay by kenne
“Gratitude is the memory of the heart.” 1 comment
Computer Art by kenne
“Gratitude is the memory of the heart.”
– Jean Baptiste Massieu
These are the days of the endless summer
These are the days, the time is now
There is no past, there’s only future
There’s only here, there’s only now
Oh, your smiling face, your gracious presence
Oh, the fires of spring are kindling bright
Oh the radiant heart and the song of glory
They’re crying freedom in the night
These are the days by the sparkling river
His timely grace and our treasured find
This is the love of the one magician
Turned the water into wine
These are days of the endless dancing
And the long walks on the summer night
These are the days of the true romancing
When I’m holding you oh so tight
These are the days by the sparkling river
And His timely grace and the treasured find
This is the love of the one great magician
Turned the water into wine
These are the days now that we must savor
And we must enjoy as we can
These are the days that will last forever
You got to hold them in your heart
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These Are the Days, by Van Morrison
These Are the Days Video
Life Is A Gift 4 comments
Computer Art by kenne
Existence
color
shapes in color
shades
shapes in shades
shapes
form in shapes
form
image in form
image
meaning in image
meaning
gratitude in meaning
gratitude
life in gratitude.
Today I read about someone who keeps a “gratitude journal” and thought, “What a great idea?” Continuing the thought I concluded that I already keep a gratitude journal, this blog.
Life is a gift. Each day is filled with blessings — just by posting daily, I’m able to express gratitude.
–kenne
It’s All About The Music; The Performance; The Story 3 comments
The days
I keep my gratitude
higher than my expectations,
I have really good days.
— from “Mother Blues” by Ray Wylie Hubbard
Ray Wylie Hubbard at the Rhythm Room, Phoenix, Arizona (October 30, 2014) — Images by kenne
I live with a women
that loves to gamble,
Me, I can take it, or leave it —
mostly leave it.
But, life is all about
give and take,
my coochy coochy, coo —
give and take.
There’s a night club in sun city
called the Rhythm Room,
home of a mean blues harp player
twenty-two years out of Chicago.
Got a Rhythm Room email —
Ray Wylie Hubbard, October 30th,
this trick and treat time
will be only a treat.
I’m gonna give my women
a deck of cards
at Wild House Pass Casino
and count my blessings.
Ordered our tickets
and off to Phoenix —
she at the helm,
I listening to iTunes radio.
She gets in gambling time
before driving down
Indian School Road —
“Look at that line at the door.”
Doors opened at seven,
house packed an hour
before D.L. Marble give us
some Sonoran Rock ‘n Roll.
Sitting behind mama Marble,
we couldn’t help but feel
kinda special on another evening
at Corritore’s Rhythm Room.
We were ready for some
down home country blues,
Lighten Hopkins style
with sprinkles of Townes and Hayes.
Here we are just north of the border,
our table just been cleaned,
must be time to order
some of that mescaline.
“I’m gonna holler and I’m gonna scream
I’m gonna get me some mescaline
She brings me roses and a place to lean
A drunken poets dream.” *
Ray walked onto the stage
to the hollering and screaming,
a love fest sing along —
loving the music, loving the story,
Loving the man —
It don’t get no better!
— kenne
Click here to watch a great full concert video done three years ago. The Rhythm Room show was pretty much the same —
“If it ain’t broke, don’t break it!”
* Hayes Carll
A Mother’s Love Returned, Laboring In Gratitude 11 comments
Jeri, Mother Virginia, Joy & Jody (July 8, 2012) — Image by kenne
It was just less than three weeks ago that Joy was in southern California planning her mother’s 90th birthday celebration with sisters, Jody and Jeri. This past Tuesday she returned, this time to her mother’s death-bed. This afternoon Virginia pasted away peacefully. She is survived by her eight children, many grand and great-grandchildren.
The only thing greater
than a mother’s
undying love
is the combine love
returned to her
by those she loves,
laboring in their
song of gratitude.
— kenne
Purple Haze — The Poem 4 comments
Image by kenne
Purple Haze
About the time
I’m feeling high
I start acting funny
But don’t know why
Today becomes the day after today
Or is it the end of time
Only to be floating in
An ocean of deathless life
Feeling gratitude for God’s gift
Awaking the soul
Becoming void as I was
When I was not yet
“Turn from gazing after”
To kiss the sky
Devoid of all
Foreign images
Only to be
Born again
From inside the outside
Looking in
Jimi placed a spell
On his soul
Purple in color
Inspired by a haze
Deluded by doubt
“Am I happy or in misery?”
Answered not in the words
But the color of the font
kenne
