To look down into the deep cavern To think upon it's depth It's dangerous waters swirling, pulling The traveler's spirit wept But to look upon the wooden path To see the other side Vegetation growing steadily Beamed life one could not hide  

Oh maybe it's the way the sun shines so warmly Or maybe the blue in the sky Maybe it's the way the dancing breeze holds me and merrily teasing, blows in my eyes Maybe it's the songs that come and they find me And fill me and swirl till I dance! It's a very good morning Yes a wonderful morning! Will I waste it? Ohh...not a CHANCE! :-) Have a beautiful day!! truly Rachel:-)      ...

Good morning! It IS summer...and yet I am on a schedule to work out these new songs...  for the passionate artist it means one has to sacrifice to complete and create in spite of the possibility of self-indulgence. Well sure, time to take breaks of course, but it does require a dedication to the craft. :-) And so...without further a due..( I think that's how you spell it??) I will wish you a...

"Ayyy what's the trouble with the round about?" "Perhaps a little push ehh??" "Nyyyy, it all is the higher edging ye see" "Whaaa??" "Yyyieyy, just a bit o grease and the movement will be ........ohhh....well ye'll see...."

Good afternoon :-) I hope you are great! I just wanted to play with a thought today, with you, if that's okay :-) On the word, truth. Is true or truth the same in all contexts ? If something is true, can that be altered to untrue in a different context? I think so. If this is the case, compassion and understanding have to be measured into the word truth. Just words to think on. And I would add if...