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The Water is Wide
This American Folksong of Scottish origins speaks of the distance between one’s past of broken trust and the hope of a better life to come.

Farewell
Life is full of sad yet happy goodbyes - the ending of a summer vacation, a child leaving home, a retirement from a life’s work. What once was possessed is let go yet it is a “Good” bye.

Lost Then Found
There is solace at the ocean shore, in a woodland breeze, or in a songbird’s call.  Once lost in the roar of city streets, I am found in the quiet of the natural world, breathing deeply in the moment.

Winter by the Fire
The winter rests in chilly sleep. Inside it is warm by the fire as we huddle within at rest with woolen blankets, a warm drink, and each other to pass the time.

The Old Church of Kilronan
The moon shines down upon Turlough O’Carolan’s (1670-1738) grave within the Old Church of Kilronan. I tried to capture in song a moonbeam as it befell Ireland’s “Last Great Bard.”

Wild Geese Above the Clouds
The Wild Geese know where they are going as they announce their path across the evening sky. In a waking dream I long to go with them off and away above the clouds.

Attersee
Visitors to Attersee, Austria speak its name in awe, humbled by the gentle light or the scent of roses that blow from the castle’s garden across the lake waters. I heard in music what Klimt painted here, and felt the quiet of the lakeside cottage that inspired Mahler to write symphonies.

Where Has the Love Gone
Have you heard the news lately? Where are the love songs? I ask where the love has gone as I seek solace into the quiet. It is there I envision the broken in need of compassion, the angry in need of kindness.

When the Stars Come Out
One by one the miracle of the evening sky reveals itself again to all who cannot comprehend it. Poets fumble for words to describe it yet in the quiet of a distant night an ancient harper was consoled by a celestial comforter.

Venezia Bells At Dawn
At first light Church bells resounded off the canal walls as they chimed with sanctity upon the waters of Venice. Did I dream this or did I awaken into a dreamlike place? My love lay beside me as I drift between two worlds.

Harp Guitar Dreams
I awaken in the quiet of night to a harp guitar dream. I try in earnest to not awaken fully as it finds its way through drowsy fingers upon metal strings strung across a wooden frame.

The Road Home
Another morning comes with its promise of daily possibilities.  Busyness masks awareness of time passing yet it proceeds with or without our notice. We cannot will it otherwise. Perhaps I should not put off those things I have been longing to do, those words I have been meaning to say.

Into the Quiet
Out of a dream came a hymn once sung on an ocean liner about to sink at sea. Such moments are deeply personal and hardly ever spoken of. If one is quiet, a hush of words from across the millennium can be heard. “Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”