.
gruff
sometimes prickly and mostly silent
really quite hairy and a bit grey ’round the edges
forever watching over the brood
determined and hard-working
always ready to tough it out
even in those times of drought
beneath the barbs and bristles
a gentle heart of gold
beating in a forest
of fortitude
::
.
Happy Father’s Day to my old man
and all fathers everywhere.
.
::
We are the music makers,
and we are the
dreamers of dreams.
~William Edward O’Shaughnessy
::
Last weekend, after having rediscovered some music that I hadn’t listened to in years, I declared it the summer of music.
Just a few days later, my friends at the New World Creative Union
issued a challenge to create a piece of art
based on the quote above.
Serendipity, me thinks.
And so, let it be.
(no pun intended)
It all started with
which is one of my favorite song titles, ever.
And a favorite song, as well.
And now I hear that Dead Can Dance
are back together for a new album.
It was meant to be.
The Summer of Music.
Care to join me?
Let’s dance…
