can't leave it alone

Big Enough (K. Richards/S. Jordan)

No time, for weepin' baby No tears need flow Let no one tell you How you should grow - Yeah

Stretched to the limit honey Locked in the hole Hung out to dry Still on a roll

Ready, willing, able, and big enough

Run in the front door Run out the back Wall in your face and A gun in your back

No time for weepin' baby No need for tears Let no one tell you honey How you, how you should grow

Big enough Ready, willing, able, and big enough

The Hunter and The Hunted

James Opie The Chinese tell of a hunter who quietly approached a lake a spear in hand. He parted the reeds ever so quietly and there stood an egret, close to the waters edge, close enough, surely, for the hunter to spear. Silently, the man raised his weapon. He was poised, ready to throw it when he noticed that the egret was silently staring at something. The hunter followed followed the egret's line of vision and saw a frog, sitting on a lily pad. The egret's body twitched slightly. He was about to strike the frog and eat it. And then the hunter's eye went to the frog and he saw that he, too, was poised and alive with a hunters expectancy. The frog clearly was watching a large bug on the surface of the water, inches away. The hunter leaned a few inches farther and then saw that the bug, a large one, and watching a much smaller bug, also on the water's surface, was about to eat this small creature. And the hunter envisioned that the small bug was about to eat something even smaller, and that this small entity was also about to strike. Whereupon, the hunter looked up over his right shoulder, into the sky. His eyes filled with awe. He dropped his spear and ran!

The Strange Origin of Corn

Abenaki/Western Maine/Anonymous: A long time ago, when the Indians were first made, one lived alone, far from any others. He did not know fire, and so he lived on roots, bark, and nuts. This man became very lonely for companionship. He grew tired of digging roots, lost his appetite, and for several days lay dreaming in the sunshine. When he awoke, he saw someone standing near and, at first, he was very frightened. But when he heard the stranger's voice, his heart was glad, and he looked up. He saw a beautiful woman with long light hair! "Come to me," he whispered. But she did not and when he tried to approach her, she moved farther away. He sang to her about his loneliness, and begged her not to leave him. At last she replied, "If you do exactly what I tell you to do, I will also be with you." He promised that he would try his very best. So he she led him to a place where there was some very dry grass. "Now get two dry sticks," she told him, "and rub them together fast while you hold them in the grass." Soon a spark flew out. The grass caught fire, and as swiftly as an arrow takes flight, the ground was burned over. Then the beautiful woman spoke again: "When the sun sets, take me by the hair and drag me over the burned ground." "Oh, I don't want to do that!" the man exclaimed. "you must do what I tell you to do," she said. "Wherever you drag me, something like grass will spring up, ad you will see something like hair coming from between the leaves. Soon seed will be ready for your use." The man followed the beautiful woman's orders. And when the Indians see silk on the cornstalk, they know that the beautiful woman has not forgotten them. American Folklore Society www.afsnet.org

The Sky Was Yellow and The Sun Was Blue

Sunshine daydream Walk you the tall trees Going where the wind goes Blooming like a red rose Breathing more freely Light out singing I'll walk you in the morning sunshine Sunshine daydream Walk you in the sunshine

Loser

"Last fair deal in the country, sweet Suzy Last fair deal in the town Put your gold money where your love is, baby Before you let my deal go down..."

Patchwork Quilt

But the spirit she moves me

In fact she pushes me along

It's a patchwork quilt of a life

Can't stop the river

Just let it roll"

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FOREVER...

there is so little in my life that has consistently and profoundly (key here!)

made a true difference in everything that I am as a human being.

Grateful Dead

if a woman such as myself hasn't been blessed with children

(though I love being an aunt and I by no means feel left out

nor feel "need" and Mighty did feel like my child as I adore him

here or not he will always be "here" for me)

then the passion i have for this band/community/

entity/spirituality has been as beloved as any child could ever be

i have never loved it less even when i couldn't stand to hear it

24/7...we have love because of it

what a great gift that Phat Man and Fellowes

gave us

what a great gift!!!!

there has been nothing finer

nothing more amazingly strong

nothing more "manly"

others have come close

abb will tear your head off on a good day

derek trucks is nothing to frown out

we have years of stunning artists we still cherish and buy

today

but there will be no other thing in my life

that i will love like this

it's not possible

for terrapin is not a thing

to love but a way to think

and that is not a foolish heart

but an eyes of the world