Saturday, November 12, 2016

“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.”

~ Leonard Cohen

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Some men being their wives flowers; mine beings giant mushrooms, foraged on long hikes, for me to photograph. (Note: He brings me flowers too.)

I spent part of yesterday afternoon listening to a program on CBC radio about Canadian poet and songwriter, Leonard Cohen, who died earlier this week. I enjoyed it immensely. I missed part of it so am hoping they replay it or that it’s available to listen to online.

I was reminded of my early love for poetry, Cohen’s included. This morning, thanks to Google, I reread some of his early work that I loved so many years ago and remembered how his cadence of words once touched a part of me I’ve not paid much attention to in these later years.

I never got into his music but, after listening to yesterday’s program, want to hear more. The stories behind some of his songs (apart from the many that have been performed by so many other artists over the years), and the songs themselves, are uniquely and hauntingly rich. Somehow I missed that.

Small doses, perhaps, but I want more.

Today: family time.

Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.

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