Good Tunes

This type of music is so raw. The sound of old Gibson's and hofner keys, giving a sweet warm sound wafting into the air space of young American ears. The harsh ,sharp,and  husky voice of the sassy lead singer gives you a cool Otis Redding ,Janis Joplin  sound. It's fantastic .It almost makes me feel like I am taking a trip into the early 70's Muscle Shoals style of southern rock. This is what music is all about, feeling a connection with the band.


http://www.youtube.com/user/alabamashakes?v=Le-3MIBxQTw

The Rabbit- a connection to environmentalism

     I as some of you know, am an avid hunter. I love to be in the woods and interact with animals. I love calling  them and  they in turn call back. As  I was sitting at home enjoying a wonderful meal of mixed greens,and salmon, my dog was seen in the back yard killing a small rabbit. So naturally at the behest of my mother I had to go retrieve the poor animal from the dog. As I walked up to my dog she knelt down and looked up for approval almost saying "look what I did, aren't you proud of me?" I gingerly picked up the rabbit as it looked back at me with terrified eyes not knowing what to do. I often don't have a problem with things of that nature,but something was different this time.There is an unspoken tenderness each of us have toward small helpless things of this world. As the great care giver of nature Francis of Assisi  said "If you have men who will exclude any of God's creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow men." Nature is precious and fragile,it is helpless. So we have a responsibility to look out for it. 

This river - a song idea? ( a tad cheesy)

Verse
This river flows, in southern Tennessee.
This river is like our love, flowing endlessly.
This river runs deep,this river runs wide
This river is the color blue ,deep set in your eyes.

Chorus
So lets go swimmin ,down in the river
walk hand and hand, along the banks..
This river has always been here and will  forevermore ..............

The rest is yet to be written. If you have any suggestions tell me. Cause I am in a bit of a dry spell as far as writing goes.

By The Fireside - Reflection,Poem, Prayer.

The light reflects off their weather worn faces. From years of hunting ducks in the canals and sitting through cold deer hunt mornings.The fire, lights up their glasses and smiles as the laugh and joke of unseen memories."Remember that time we got caught drinking corn liquor by the creek?" Two small town farm boys, reminiscent of days gone by. Back when, they could go out and hunt wood ducks for days and night spend a single dime. I sit their , almost reverently listening to them spin their age old yarns. About early morning turkey hunt's out here on the Cauthen Family Farm. This fire pit has been home to laughter,tears, and sorrow. Tall tale stories and predictions about the hunt of tomorrow. For years I have sat and listened to these men talk,laugh,and joke. As the years go by, I am finding myself telling some tales of my own. " Remember fishing old Lazy Hawk pond?" These fire nights are numbered, I know this is true. But please oh please Lord give us many more fire nights under many more moons.

Spring its time to awake - an outcry and pep talk to the season that is taking its sweet time to get here.

Spring please awaken from your slumber.
The winter has raped ravaged,and plundered every last green leaf , flower, and plant.
It's icy cold hands still bear a presence in the mornings, while my sister runs to the car and blasts the heat and commences a heartfelt rant about your hiatus.
It's that time of year, spring.
The turkey hunts have commenced, blue jays are flying about,and the geese and ducks are flying back to the GWN ( Great White North). So spring its time to get out of bed,eat your Wheaties,and kick some Jack Frost tail! Go get after it.

Sincerely , A concerned and angered earth citizen .

Music...The Soul Healer

I was born with music inside me. Music was one of my parts. Like my ribs, my kidneys, my liver, my heart. Like my blood. It was a force already within me when I arrived on the scene. It was a necessity for me-like food or water.
Ray Charles
Music, has always been an escape to me. A place where I can go and get lost in a sea of time signatures, coda's ,and chords. A place where I can dump my emotions onto the ground and pick up my guitar or banjo and just jam. Music is a part of me. Everything I hear and see, has a musical or rhythmic significance. A turn signal in rush hour, the beeping of a cross walk sign, or even the simple rustle of leaves on and autumn day. So  if your like me sit and unwind with an instrument in your hand.You will really like this band! They are called Snarky Puppy. Yes I know that is the strangest name you will ever hear for a band. But they are incredible. Hailing from the streets of Brooklyn, this soulful bunch of renegades can make you feel as if your in a gospel church, or a high class jazz bar. They're music is diverse and incredible. 


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1cskIan5Jw&feature=relmfu

Christ is Risen

1 Peter 1:3-9

English Standard Version (ESV)

Born Again to a Living Hope

³  Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, ⁴ to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you, ⁵ who by God's power are being guarded through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. ⁶ In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been grieved by various trials, ⁷ so that the tested genuineness of your faith—more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire—may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ. ⁸ Though you have not seen him, you love him. Though you do not now see him, you believe in him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory, ⁹ obtaining the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls.

I have learned, that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
Henry David Thoreau