Travelogue for the Universe: Serendipity: Serendipity Sometimes you cannot see the wisdom of the universe, How it works in mysterious ways, Leading you here or there, just in time ...
Showing posts with label Serendipity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Serendipity. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 22, 2018
Sunday, September 18, 2016
Saturday, January 25, 2014
Johnny Cash-The Last Great American / Documentary on BBC 2004
Johnny Cash
google surfing, came up with this tear jerking heartfelt documentary
about Johnny Cash...wow...so well done I felt like I could post this Saturday am EST.
That way you might listen all weeked...
That way you might listen all weeked...
There, plans fall into place.
Blogger Serendipity.
You might spool it up and find the meaning of life in
John's passionate journey,
full throttle,
never looking back, well, never dwelling there.
Hearing Rosanne Cash sing River & a Thread really hits home.
I grew up near the convergance of the Mississippi, the Missouri and the Illinois Rivers,
none of them sissy rivers.
They were the interstate highways of yesteryear.
They still affect...well...everything in the Midwest.
The water tells you whether your crops will grow, wither or drown,
whether your house is 6 feet under,
or where you work, what you do. My Uncle Jay worked on the locks and I got to see them.
When I was invited to a friend's camp on the Illinois river I jumped off the dock. Everyone yelled at me to get out. I was a terrible swimmer but got by. What is it?
"Never jump in without tying a rope to your waist so we can pull you out if the undertow takes you..."
Oh man, I never went back in that docile looking beast.
My uncle Cliff Schaeffer was a very cool guy, a barber who lived in Hartford, Illinois.
He married my Great Aunt Ruth who was my grandfather Carls' baby sister.
She has the kindest aura and I felt so safe in her arms.She was a teacher.
Cliff worked hard to memorialize the area he lived in-
which became home to
refineries, lots of them.
The sunsets over the refineries often stunning and surreal. Dad worked at Shell for
awhile but it near killed him. God knows what chemistry
he inhaled there on top of cigarettes of the day.
Cliff helped pave the way for the Lewis & Clark memorial at the beginning of the journey.
They have a nice mueseum there now, in Hartford.
The river talk got me thinking about the rivers in my life.
Threads another subject for another day....
Johnny's music certainly a thread through this post,
his daughter led me to find this documentary,
which pulled me back home.
Always a thread tied to my heart,
pulling,
pulling,
When I went to college,
Kadi's well worn Johnny cash record,
we played over and over again...
"I hear that train a comin',
it's rollin' 'round the bend,
and I ain't seen the sunshine
Since, I don't know when...."
by Johnny Cash,
Folsom Prison Blues
Monday, April 11, 2011
Serendipity
Serendipity
Sometimes you cannot see the wisdom of the universe,
How it works in mysterious ways,
Leading you here or there,
just in time
for some other cog to engage.
And I was not able to use this word it in a sentence
Until I really experienced a series of events
that led to my understanding.
Even then, it was not until I was far past the event,
and could observe it from a distance,
analyzing the details,
evaluating the outcomes
and
concluding that was the best road,
the best path.
Only then could I grasp
serendipity.
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