* Last night we visited a new friend's home. We were kindly invited there to watch the Season Finale of Heroes. Our friend's family was the kindest ever: we got well fed, and they tended to us as if we were kings. Talk about warmth and welcome in a family! It's not so much that they had droves of platters filled with finger food, chocolate-covered strawberries and fritters. That was very nice, indeed (as was the excellent piña colada! Thanks, Rebecca!) It has much more to do with the attention, the immediate welcome, not as a guest, but as family. The warmth that enveloped me as soon as I went through the door could only be topped by the warmth I feel around my family and very close friends. It was glaringly obvious right then and there that this family is filled with love to give: as they shower each other with love and acceptance, the warmth around them grows, and we, the moths of affection, adore hovering around such a family's glowing hearth.
** A few things that have been happening in my personal life have made me reconsider my "cyberspace presence". Not so much that I want to run away and hide, but there are parts of me and my personal life that I want to keep out of people's radars. I realized today (by way of a small, insignificant detail) that there are people out there that will react passionately or violently to things I say or things I do, by which I mean no harm. In this particular situation, it was someone I don't even know, but there will be times in which it will be people I DO know ... and sometimes it will be people that don't like me, or people I don't like. Do I want to expose one of my hobbies (internet surfing) to the possibility of scrutiny and pollution by people who would otherwise never care?
I'm a decidedly private person (after a few years in which I kept myself and all nasty details of my life in the open). I don't want to be in the radar of just anyone who wants to be. (This blog is not part of what I'm reconsidering, though. I'm pretty sure of the things I write here and how they might look to the anonymous public who comes in to read it.) So you might see some changes soon in the things that compose my cybernetic presence...
*** Musical Erotica ... Because these last few days, these two songs have been looping through my mind, perhaps little more than they should. Maybe my sensual side is calling for a renascent era ... or maybe I'm turning into a full fledged wiccan hippie and I don't know it yet ...
Oh well! Here they are... (both songs are from the 1973 version - the superior version!!! - of The Wicker Man)
Willow's Song
by Paul Giovanni
Heigh ho! Who is there?
No one but me, my dear.
Please come say, How do?
The things I'll give to you.
By stroke as gentle as a feather
I'll catch a rainbow from the sky
And tie the ends together.
Heigh ho! I am here
Am I not young and fair?
Please come say, How do?
The things I'll show to you.
Would you have a wond'rous sight
The midday sun at midnight?
Fair maid, white and red,
Comb you smooth and stroke your head
How a maid can milk a bull!
And every stroke a bucketful.
Maypole Song
by Paul Giovanni
In the woods there grew a tree
And a fine fine tree was he
And on that tree there was a limb
And on that limb there was a branch
And on that branch there was a nest
And in that nest there was an egg
And in that egg there was a bird
And from that bird a feather came
And of that feather was
A bed
And on that bed there was a girl
And on that girl there was a man
And from that man there was a seed
And from that seed there was a boy
And from that boy there was a man
And for that man there was a grave
From that grave there grew
A tree
I think I finally turned into a total nature-loving, tree-hugger hippie :-\
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