Blogs Stories

Play That Song Again: Not Fade Away

by Erik Christensen in Blogs, Music

I always wait until we’re out of time
Speak my mind
Right before you go

So don’t hang up, there’s just one last thing
I’m imagining
You’ve got to know

The above is from a new song called “Postscript,”

What I’m trying to get at is the urgency of the last moment, the magical thing that happens as a song fades out, the emotion right before you say goodbye to someone, or the waiting until the discussion is almost over to get to the point.

I guess these moments are just examples of people letting their guard down, the not getting to the good stuff until you’re almost out of time. The looming deadline, the cut-off at the end of a song, the speaking what’s really on your mind at the end of a conversation are all too important to miss.

Pigment, Perspectives, and Pandas || The Best of Times

by Anne Belov in Blogs, Feature, Visual Art

Even at the best of times, an artist’s income is precarious. What is hard, especially in times of social upheaval, is when you want to contribute, but your income can barely stretch to your mortgage and groceries, let alone a generous donation to an organization you believe in. So I was really excited when I read of cartoonist Sara Gliddon, who had come up with a great plan to generate donations for the ACLU. She started the ball rolling and many other comics artists took her idea and ran with it, so I did too.

In Search of Truth and Beauty || Yes We Can!

by Joni Takanikos in Blogs, Literary

Rise and Dream a better Dream … for the earth and all her people

Support and nurture inclusion,
Stand strong in our convictions
Of equality and choice.
Lead with courage and compassion,
Loving ourselves enough to stay
Awake and fearless.

Magically Real || How About a Poem?

by Stephanie Barbé Hammer in Blogs, Literary

Friends – I was talking to my t’ai chi teacher Lynne last week, and she told me that she usually didn’t “like” poetry, but she liked mine because I wrote about things like dishwashers.

I hear this all the time. Not the dishwasher part. I mean the part where people say they “don’t like poetry.” They tend to make this statement in an ashamed and embarrassed way (Lynne didn’t, but then, you have to remember that she is very Zen and enlightened). When most folks make this confession, they say it like they might be admitting “I don’t like broccoli,” meaning “I know it’s good for me, and it’s wrong for me not to like it, but it doesn’t taste good!”