09 August 2007

greetings from



Who needs sleep anyway?
I'll just raise a glass of red.
Here's to 2:53.
Syrah!
Jerry Garcia Aug. 1, 1942-Aug. 9, 1995


An Elegy for Jerry
-by Robert Hunter

Jerry, my friend,
you've done it again,
even in your silence
the familiar pressure
comes to bear, demanding
I pull words from the air
with only this morning
and part of the afternoon
to compose an ode worthy
of one so particular
about every turn of phrase,
demanding it hit home
in a thousand ways
before making it his own,
and this I can't do alone.
Now that the singer is gone,
where shall I go for the song?

Without your melody and tase
to lend an attitude of grace
a lyric is an orphan thing,
a hive with neither honey's taste
nor power to truly sting.

What choice have I but to dare and
call your muse who thought to rest
out of the thin blue air
that out of the field of shared time,
a line or two might chance to shine --

As ever when we called,
in hope if not in words,
the muse descends.

How should she desert us now?
Scars of battle on her brow,
bedraggled feathers on her wings,
and yet she sings, she sings!

May she bear thee to thy rest,
the ancient bower of flowers
beyond the solitude of days,
the tyranny of hours--
the wreath of shining laurel lie
upon your shaggy head
bestowing power to play the lyre
to legions of the dead

If some part of that music
is heard in deepest dream,
or on some breeze of Summer
a snatch of golden theme,
we'll know you live inside us
with love that never parts
our good old Jack O'Diamonds
become the King of Hearts.

I feel your silent laughter
at sentiments so bold
that dare to step across the line
to tell what must be told,
so I'll just say I love you,
which I never said before
and let it go at that old friend
the rest you may ignore.

01 August 2007

on traveling

Keep thinking of all of us on our journeys. Traveling inward and traveling outward ~ and some of us doing both simultaneously!

So, for you, my dear travelers. With love.



"I see my path, but I don't know where it leads. Not knowing where I'm going is what inspires me to travel it"
~Rosalia de Castro



"All journey's have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware."
~Martin Buber



"Travel is glamorous only in retrospect."
~Paul Theroux



"Travel is flight and pursuit in equal parts."
~Paul Theroux (Love PT - read The Old Patagonian Express)



"Traveler, there is no path, paths are made by walking."
~Antonia Machado



"May your trails be crooked, winding, dangerous, lonesome, leading to the most amazing view."
~Edward Abbey



Traveling mercies. Love to you all.
h