Holy mother of god!
Apart from the sound of my kids playing the modern equivalent of a slot-car game via x-box, I have been listening to a favourite of mine from years back:
To our children's children's children by The Moody Blues (1970)
and an acquisition from Auckland:
Eric Clapton and Steve Winwood live at Madison Square Garden (2008)
“No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.”
- Cormac McCarthy, The Road
Learn this from the waters:
in mountain clefts and chasms,
loud gush the streamlets,
but great rivers flow silently.
- Sutta Nipata 3.725
(Buddhist aid in Myanmar) • •
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