
Update on Isaiah...HE'S OFF THE RESPIRATOR!! This man is a fighter.



Peace to all
Moderators: deer of the dawn, Furls Fire
Fantastic!!!!!Stephen C wrote:Sing with me waves of the sea
Your endless surge of song exalts
Timeless, age-old teller of tales
Sing the joy of freedom’s infinity
Carry me on the rush of you
Away from my land-life fate
And sing sing sing with me waves of the sea
Bear me Home, tide dancers of the deep.
Uplifting and bright, my brother always found joy in the world's music. In another entry he wrote, "if you listen close you will hear music everywhere, it's in the breeze rustling through the trees or blowing dried leaves across a sidewalk. And it's in the ocean as giant waves crash against a rocky cliff. And it's in a mountain lake as it laps lazily along a sandy shore or just lays tranquilly as birds call and sing to each other over head. And it's in a deep forest, with the chattering and twittering of the wood animals and a lone wolf braying mournfully at a full moon. And it's in the galloping hooves of hundreds of wild free horses, voicing the joy of their freedom with many a loud niegh. It's everywhere, Tracie, it's in your children's voices as they laugh or sing or just talk about their favorite cartoon. Everywhere."birdandbear wrote:God, I can see him so clearly! He must have shone too brightly to look at at that moment...
LOL!!!! Well, he was born during the "summer of love". The year of woodstock, maybe it's karma worked it's way into his soul. July 27, 1969: Stephen Clarke McKinney graced the world with his presence, gives new meaning to the phrase "summer of love"...at least to me it does.Fist and Faith wrote:And aren't you quite the hippie! You'd have done well in Woodstock, not far from me. Now I have a new mission in life! If that photograph of you has been put on the net, I'll find it so I can put it in Motley Crew.
His recognition of such things comes as no surprise.Furls Fire wrote:Uplifting and bright, my brother always found joy in the world's music. In another entry he wrote, "if you listen close you will hear music everywhere, it's in the breeze rustling through the trees or blowing dried leaves across a sidewalk. And it's in a deep forest, with the chattering and twittering of the wood animals and a lone wolf braying mournfully at a full moon.