Raige Creations

With all that is going on in the world, I heard this song yesterday and absolutely love the message, the lyrics, the simple melody, the calmness of it. I said to hubby - "This is a beautiful message I wish I had told my sons , well my girl too, years ago. Maybe I should do this as a Music Monday and share it with them now!" As you all know, I have not been blogging for a while now, and so when he agreed I was a bit surprised! He is all for completely unplugging these days, with all the hacking, the people out there that can just steal your identity, and use the things you share against you. So I have been mainly quiet. Though with the current political circus going, on I have had to work hard to hold my toungue, for fear of unwelcome comments and unneccessary online drama. But to this he agreed, as he loved this message too. And he feels just as strongly as I do about what I hint at below. All I will say about it is that is is a sad day when a man is rewarded for sexua

This song brings back memories of Easter and church for me. It was played many Easters at our church when I was growing up. My father was the organ player, and I loved to hear him play this in practice at home, and then again at church. When I heard it playing Cat Sevens version on the radio, I loved it. A church song playing on the radio - how cool. I was then, and still am, a Cat Stevens fan . I was a kid then, I thought AM radio was cool. I still do actually - it WAS cool back in the 70's. Whatever it takes to bring the idea to the masses that we should give thanks. It was said by the editor of the hymnal it was first published in (In 1931) that:  " there was need for a hymn to give thanks for each day ." There IS a need to give thanks each day. A habit I have been trying to keep up with. So give thanks, even though it is Monday. Give thanks that we have..... beautiful music , sunshine , rainfall , wind , chocolate (I am sure you all have

We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor What a mood Whiter Shade of Pale creates! Hubby was searching for this song the other day. That organ haunting his mind. He just had to find it, and we must have listened to it 6 times that day. But who doesn't love the imagery of skipping the light fandango ? The poetic nature of Procol Harum songs is wonderful. I never knew any other songs they did, so I searched, and found it is not just their popular hit that is like reading a great poetic story. And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind I feel it is safe to say, most people don't remember the unusual name of the band of that enduring classic song - one of the few singles to have sold over 10 million copies . And probably most are like me, and never heard  Conquistador , their second hit. I still get a kick out of their name, certainly not one that sticks with you, named after a cat . It never hurts

Yes. I can say that with confidence - I am thankful for my grey hair and wrinkles. And slightly large middle section (I call fluffy), and scars. Most days anyways. Actually most days I barely think of it. It is what it is. source However - yesterday I found out how other people see me. Well at least one other person. I was at the hair salon, waiting to get a much needed haircut. I had not taken one bit of time to do anything with my hair that day, so it was a bit wild and and frizzy. I ended up chatting with someone who I barely knew (met her almost 6 months ago, and hadn't seen her since). We were chatting about, well, hair. She, I will call her ' D ', had just that day decided not to get highlights in her hair, she was letting the grey show, and seemed quite proud of her decision. D 's justification and story about what led her to this point was long, and unecessary in my opinion, but I let her go on. She was waiting for her 15 year old son to f

Yes, we are all strange. Makes the world a wonderful interesting place. I spent the weekend re-discovering LP . I still love Into The Wild . My blog of when I featured it for Music Monday came up in my FB memories. (I get lost on those stupid FB memories regularly) So I listened to it again, and then got curious to find some of her other music . So I spent the weekend going through her music. I found myself listening to her songs, several more than once. Liked a lot of what I found. Yes, we are all strange. Thank goodness. I appreciate this song for featuring how we should keep those strange people who appreciate the stangeness in us. How lonely and boring the world would be if we weren't all strange. from Twitter And yes, this will get stuck in your head. You're welcome. We are all strange And it ain't never, never, ever gonna change We are all strange And it ain't never, ever, never gonna change Ah, oh, la, la, la, la, la, yeah,

It had been over 2 weeks since I did any real exercising. And a particularly tedious week at work. On Friday morning I was sitting on the back porch enjoying a cup of coffee looking forward to getting off work early (we get done a half hour earlier on Fridays) and coming home to relax, put the week behind me and get in to enjoying our house. Then I remembered. I had signed up for the 26th annual  St Patricks Day 5k Irish Jog. It was after work. Not enough time for me to come home to change, had to bring my gear in and change at work and go. I was bummed! The thought of having to stay in town, and then go 3.14 miles, after such a week, and when I was looking forward to just hanging out, chillin'. BUMMER. But I had committed to it. I wasn't so bummed that I would blow it off. So I packed my bag. Workout pants, shirt, socks, shoes, ponytail holder, hat, tom tom runner, headphones and hand-me-down ipod. As I was packing, the bummer feeling lifted and I realized th

Beautiful random music brought on by the wonderful nature of wind. I love windchimes. We love windchimes, hubby, kids and me. They are beat up, sure, but looks hardly matter when they fill the air with such beautiful sounds. Our old place, 2 places ago, we hung our windchimes up and enjoyed the beautiful music. For about a week. Then, our upstairs neighbor complained to the managment company about them and we were asked in no uncertain terms to take them down. What kind of crap was that? Seriously. I won't linger there on those negative thoughts and feeling. I don't want to harbour those things. I am so thankful that we have a better place to live now. One that has no such restrictions. I am so thankful that we have a windchime up now. And this weekend's project? Re-stringing a winchime. And emptying out the warehouse where 2 more project windchimes are. Nothing like the porchfull of winchimes we had more than 10 years ago, but a decent collection st

I have always been a fan of Train , loved their first album way back in 1998 when their debut album came out. I will never forget listening to that in our old bedroom, with all 3 kids piled in our bed, and taking naps to it. They are a poetic band, as I have mentioned before , which is part of the appeal for me. Too 'poppy' most of the time for hubby, and now the kids, but I still like them. I have been nostalgic lately. Especially since I have been unpacking things that have been in boxes in the warehouse for more than 3 years! Things I forgot we had, games like dominoes and Monoply we used to play with the kids, curtains I made for their playroom over 10 years ago! I have been enjoying looking back on memories, listening to old music. Which is why I bring back this band. The times where we napped on weekends to this band make me feel warm and comfortable, and full of love. It is sad to me that the issues in this song are even more extreme than they were back th

I am so glad it is weekend. I have been looking forward to it since we moved in our place last week. So today, I thoroughly enjoyed a leisurely cup of coffee. Then I decided I had put off walking/jogging for too long now. And oh yeah, I signed up for a 5k later this month....so really have to get back in shape for that. So off I went, excited to explore our new neighborhood. It is so quiet, little activity here and there. Very nice walking with a jog mixed in. Then I got to these trees. I stopped, and listened. Casuarina Pines. If you haven't been near Casurina Pines when the wind blows, you are missing out. They make the most beautiful sound. A sort of whoosh sound, just so subtle and actually quite relaxing. It is like if you breathed out with your lips a little puckered to try to make a wind sound. These trees make it for you. As long as there is even a slight breeze, the sound of the wind is amplified through these trees and you are treated to a wonderful

Grateful. Thankful. It is said if we acknowlege what we are thankful for regularly it will make us happy. If we write down what we are grateful for we live a more fulfilled life. So here it goes. Today  - I am thankful for SPACE. We just moved, again. Sixth move in just over 3 years. We are now in a house. No more condo, no more apartment. We have a yard! I wander the house amazed there is so much space. Beautiful space. I have room to display things that have been boxed up for over 3 years. I have room to NOT walk in front of the TV while my son is playing. (and get him killed in his pow pow games). My son has his own room - with a spare room for when his siblings are home. No more sharing beds and air mattresses. We have a den! An extra space to allow hubby to make art, to make messes. I have room in the kitchen cupboards - actually empty shelves and drawers! I am not looking to fill this space with 'stuff' either. Nope, leave me room. Dont need 2 large fyi

Or the line that repeats, and will repeat over and over in your head because you can't remember the words for the rest of the song : Hang the DJ Hang the DJ Hang the DJ This song rather pleasantly was brought back to me (last time I heard it was back in the 1980's!) after watching Black Mirror , thanks to my kids. It was played at the end of the episode named ' Hang the DJ '. If you have not seen any Black Mirror episodes (on Netflix ), I suggest you give it a try. It is an interesting series, no two have the same characters, and each is a different storyline. All have a 'Future Technology' aspect that is a bit creepy most times. As in, "wow I hope technology does not take us in THAT direction" , or "wow I hope THAT kind of technology is not ever used like that!"  It can be unsettling. After 2 or 3 episode my hubby says 'no more, I am technologied out' . But a really good series I look forward to seeing, of course in m

Wow. I haven't really had a lazy weekend like this one in ages. The weather took a turn, and we have had stormy and chilly weather. Not like the East Cost of the US chilly, but darn chilly for a tropical island. And it has really sapped the motivation. You would think I would be all - "It is perfect wogging weather! I am so getting out there to wog!!"  But nope. Nothing. I glance at the shoes, that is it. I guess it is good to just be lazy some weekends. And when it is rainy and gray and cool, it is quite nice to stay cuddled up on the couch under a blanket.  I even relaxed enough to have this dream, a dream that I remember, and had a content hopeful feeling to it!  It was a running dream. I have them somtimes, particularly when I haven't been running or wogging. So the dream goes: I go for a run. And I am running down some street or up some hill, breathing  heavy and everything. Feels Like I am really running, except I always feel great and fast in my dream