https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=90TFXuXxmbM I'm 19 years old in that photograph. I played guitar, wrote music and performed for much of teenage and early 20's. I've actually played guitar since I was a child. Playing music runs in the family among the men, and naturally, I picked it up also. I always wanted to be the rock star. … Continue reading Why Ending My Music Career Helped Me Enjoy Music For A Change
Image by Thanks for your Like • donations welcome from Pixabay A DARK FEW DAYS The last few days have been very dark for me. I go through specific periods where I become fed up of religion altogether. An incredible indifference towards the Church, priests, laity and prayer or going to Mass washes over me. … Continue reading I’m Becoming Tired Of Religion
My grandfather had a friend in World War II who was crossing a river in Japan. His friend was a great violinist, and my grandfather great at the harmonica. They would sing and play their instruments around the campfire, such as their joy for their music. One day, as they journeyed across a deep river in the jungle, a choice for his friend arose.
Why do I like it? I love the sorrow and humility in it. I see myself as every character in the painting. At one point in my life, I was like Christ the betrayed, then the betrayer, and sometimes the soldiers. But there is another character I see myself as.
I've discovered something about nature that I don't really see others take notice of. Nature is itself an open book of wisdom left to us by God. Through the movement of the world, seasonal changes, there is a lesson the Lord leaves each one of us.
Our wedding was marked with the undeserved gift of much persecution. Everyone was against these two people who met on the internet from tying the knot.
Image by Andrew Martin from Pixabay Everyone has their little after death wish, don't they? I'd like to buried at sea during the morning sunrise. I'd love for nothing more than "I did it my way" played at my funeral. Please bury me wrapped in the duvet I spent knitting for 80 years of my life. … Continue reading How Would You Like To Be Remembered When You Die?