Going Low, Going High

The current campaign for the U.S. Presidency has certainly been full of sound bytes and I guess that some of them will become part of everyday English in their own good time. The one that has already taken me off track is Michelle Obama’s: When they go low, we go high.

The lovely lows in my world right now are these:

Sweet Autumn Leaves

And the happy highs have to be the heavenly skies:

Dawn Delight

There are times, too, when high and low merge with delicious ease bringing thoughts of both John Keats’ Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,’  and W.B. Yeats’ The trees are in their Autumn beauty …’ 


Yes, it’s a tough, rough Presidential campaign but thankfully, as Kris Kristofferson wrote:

But life goes on and this old world will keep on turning.



Sunday Morning Connections ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 312

Festival of Colour, Creativity and Connection
Festival of Colour, Creativity and Connection

I’ve been rather surprised that no one has submitted a song or, indeed music,  of any description to the Festival of Colour, Creativity and Connection here on Social Bridge over the last few weeks.

Songs are all about connections to me and  ever since I mentioned Kris Kristofferson at the weekend that Winter-time started here in Ireland https://socialbridge.wordpress.com/2013/10/27/winter-time-and-the-livin-is-easy-gatherings-from-ireland-287/, he’s been more and more on my mind.

Kris Kristofferson brings me back to my teenage years in the 1970s and, most of all, I associate him with sitting on an oil heater in the drawing-room of the Bank House in Drogheda, playing his Greatest Hits, over and over and over and … again.

Listening back to the songs over the last week or so, they make me feel like Kris Kristofferson  was my introduction to the roller-coaster of emotions that are associated with  growing up, loving, leaving, losing, living …..

I must have played Me and Bobby McGee a million times visualising myself in that van with the wind-shield wipers slappin’ time … and contemplating the words: Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose …

I don’t think there’s been a Sunday morning since those teenage days that I haven’t had thought of  Sunday Morning Coming Down. More than anywhere, it hit me when I ventured out on my first day in America – San Francisco  ~ a Sunday, January 2, in 1983.


I’d love to hear what songs/music have extra-special connections for you?

Winter-time and the Livin’ is Easy ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 287

Today was the first day of ‘Winter-time’ here in Ireland and I’m in a right canfaddle about what time it is. I woke just after sunrise this morning, as always, even though it was around 6.30am ‘ new-time’ and  a bit on the early side!

The minute I saw the sky with its hint of pink, I tore down to the beach to greet the day – isn’t that what Kris Kristofferson did that Sunday morning?

It was like nature had been reading my post from yesterday and was determined to add as much colour as she could to offset my dread of dark, dark, dark …..

Here’s a glimpse of what she presented: