My Thoughts

Like a memory from my own past, I sense her story so vividly that my breath catches.  As the sun slips slowly beyond the horizon casting a mythical shadow around everything, Sings the Wind sighs and the trees replay her sorrow. Haunting.................the pain and anguish wash over me and tears well in my pale blue eyes, the same eyes I see staring at me through time and distance. The first time I heard Taylor Swift's song "Safe and Sound", I swear that Sings the Wind was screaming through the warm evening air.  I could picture her on a grassy knoll, her hair blowing behind her as she sang into the wind.  This exact scene exists in the Disney cartoon Pocahontas.  My breath caught the first time I saw that movie, too. I know the spirit of consciousness of our ancestors lives inside each of us.  Recently, I came across a helpful hints guide to search for Native American ancestors, and one of the suggestions is to actually pay attention to whispered ...

A Texas Song The heart of a woman,,,,,,hidden, deep, full of passion and desire. Known to so very few.....the Myth of the Texas Beauty and of her songs that fill the Texas air are well known. What follows is the beginning of one man's search for the woman who sings A Texas Song........ Veiled, guarded, the heart of a woman beats with a passion as hot as the Texas sun. The depth of her soul blazes brightly in her hypnotic eyes, but few have seen her soul; she guards it as tightly as her heart. Many have tried; all have failed. Tightly guarded?? Sounds like a challenge, but worthy of a challenge for sure. Oh, definitely worthy of a challenge, a very dangerous challenge. Hmmm,,a dangerous challenge...a challenge that makes the prize that much more sacred when you risk all to acquire it. Oh, but caution...often, a prize is not what you believe to be...or,.. you forget its value too quickly and blindly discard it.   Doubtful,,,for see, I know the value of the prize. Once won, I wo...

Jan 25, 2008 Sings the Wind Chilled air swirls and mist clings to a grey world. She huddles closer in the alcove, the deer hide wrapped securely around her, and a small trail of tears slip from her tired eyes. Exhausted hunger and the chill creep into her mind and play tricks with reality. She imagines a world of warm yellow and the sweet embrace of one she loved. Find me, she begs. Alone now, Sings the Wind remembers so much before. She wonders where her strong warrior has gone. Isolation tortures her, more chilling than the cold mist swirling outside. Haunting sweet memories and smells from before confuse, making sleep more desirable but impossible. Will song ever conquer my lips, she muses. Shall love once again set ablaze my soul? ------------·Comments (0)·Edit ·.Remove---------- Jan 25, 2008 Constancy.........Goethe Thanks to *~littlekou... ~* for the following: CONSTANCY IN CHANGE. Goethe COULD this early bliss but rest Constant for one single hour! But ...