Sunday, May 6, 2018
Skull Creek: three views from Central
The first two were taken a few minutes ago. The third last evening.
I had a dinner of freeze dry Thai curry. I might be the world’s foremost expert on freeze dry meals. I’ve been eating them for decades. New Zealand’s Back Country Cuisine is in my considered opinion the best brand. The Good-to-go curry is good, but needs raisins.
I am listening to music.
One of my three favorite songs from when I was a young man just played, Bette Midler singing ‘The Rose’.
The other two are Simon and Garfunkel’s ‘The Boxer’ and Don McLean’s ‘Vincent’.
I just learned that the lyrics to ‘The Rose’ were written by Gordon Mills, who was born six years before I was and died in 1986. They are good lyrics.
I have always especially appreciated: ‘And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live.’ Not me. But you knew that.
But they are all good:
Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed
It’s the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
It’s the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
Its the one who won't be taking, who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose