Partial lecture given by Rudolf Steiner in Berlin, Dec.17,1906
The Christmas Festival is the Festival of the Holy Night, celebrated in the.Mysteries by those who were ready for the awakening of the higher Self within them, or, as we should say in our time, those who have brought the Christ to birth within them.
When Christianity came into being it bore this Ideal within it. Man felt that the Christos would arise in him as the representative of the spiritual re-birth, as the great Ideal of all humanity and moreover that the birth takes place in the Holy Night, at the time when the darkness is greatest, as a sign and token that out of the darkness of matter a higher Man can be born in the human soul.
Before men spoke of the Christos, they spoke in the ancient Mysteries of a ‘Sun Hero’ who embodied the same Ideal which, in Christianity, was embodied in the Christos. Just as the sun completes its orbit in the course of the year, as its warmth seems to withdraw from the earth and then again streams forth, as in its seeming death it holds life and pours it forth anew, so it was with the Sun Hero, who through the power of his spiritual life had gained the victory over death, night and darkness. In the Mysteries there were seven degrees of Initiation. First, the degree of the Ravens who might approach only as far as the portal of the temple of Initiation. They were the channels between the outer world of material life and the inner world of the spiritual life; they did not belong entirely to the material world but neither, as yet, to the spiritual world. We find these ‘Ravens’ again and again; everywhere they are the messengers who pass hither and thither between the two worlds, bringing tidings. We find them too, in our German sagas and myths: the Ravens of Wotan, the Ravens who fly around the Kyffhäuser. At the second degree the disciple was led from the portal into the interior of the temple. There he was made ready for the third degree, the degree of the Warrior who went out to make known before the world the occult truths imparted to him in the temple. The fourth degree, that of the Lion, was reached by one whose consciousness was no longer confined within the bounds of individuality, but extended over a whole tribal stock. For this reason Christ was called "the Lion of the stem of David." To the fifth degree belonged a man whose still wider consciousness embraced a whole people. He was an Initiate of the fifth degree. He no longer bore a name of his own but was called by the name of his people. Thus men spoke of the ‘Persian,’ of the ‘Israelite.’ We understand now why Nathaniel was called a ‘true Israelite’; it was because he had reached the fifth degree of Initiation. The sixth degree was that of the Sun Hero. We must understand the meaning of this appellation. Then we shall realise what awe and reverence surged through the soul of a pupil of the Mysteries who knew of the existence of a Sun Hero. He was able in the Holy Night to participate in the festival of the birth of a Sun Hero.
Everything in the cosmos takes its rhythmic course: the stars, as well as the sun, follow a regular rhythm. Were the sun to abandon this rhythm even for a moment, an upheaval of untold magnitude would take place in the universe. Rhythm holds sway in the whole of nature, up to the level of man. Then, and only then is there a change. The rhythm which through the course of the year holds sway in the forces of growth, of propagation and so forth, ceases when we come to man. For man is to have his roots in freedom; and the more highly civilised he is, the more does this rhythm decline. As the light disappears at Christmas-time, so has rhythm apparently departed from the life of man: chaos prevails. But man must give birth again to rhythm out of his innermost being, his own initiative. By the exercise of his own will he must so order his life that it flows in rhythm, immutable and sure; his life must take its course with the regularity of the sun. Just as a change of the sun's orbit is inconceivable, it is equally inconceivable that the rhythm of such a life can be broken. The Sun Hero was regarded as the embodiment of this inalterable rhythm; through the power of the higher Man within him, he was able to direct the rhythm of the course of his own life. And this Sun Hero, this higher Man, was born in the Holy Night. In this sense, Christ Jesus is a Sun Hero and was conceived as such in the first centuries of Christendom. Hence the festival of His birth was instituted at the time of the year when, since ancient days, the festival of the birth of the Sun Hero had been celebrated. Hence, too, all that was associated with the history of the life of Christ Jesus; the Mass at midnight celebrated by the early Christians in the depths of caves was in remembrance of the festival of the sun. In this Mass an ocean of light streamed forth at midnight out of the darkness as a remembrance of the rising of the spiritual Sun in the Mysteries. Hence the birth of Christ in the cave — again a remembrance of the cave of rock out of which life was born — life symbolised by the ears of corn. As earthly life was born out of the dead stone, so out of the depths was born the Highest — Christ Jesus. Associated with the festival of His nativity was the legend of the three Priest-Sages, the Three Kings. They bring to the Child: gold, the symbol of the outer, wisdom-filled man; myrrh, the symbol of the victory of life over death; and frankincense the symbol of the cosmic ether in which the Spirit lives.
And so in the whole content of the Christmas Festival we feel something echoing from primeval ages. It has come over to us in the imagery belonging to Christianity. The symbols of Christianity are reflections of the most ancient symbols used by man. The lighted Christmas Tree is one of them. For us it is a symbol of the Tree of Paradise, representing all-embracing material nature. Spiritual Nature is represented by the Tree of Knowledge and the Tree of Life.
There is a legend which gives expression to the true meaning of the Tree of Knowledge and the Tree of Life. Seth stands before the Gate of Paradise, craving entry. The Cherubim guarding the entrance with a fiery sword, allow him to pass. This is a sign of Initiation. In Paradise, Seth finds the Tree of Life and the Tree of Knowledge firmly intertwined. The Archangel Michael who stands in the presence of God, allows him to take three grains of seed from this intertwined Tree. The Tree stands there as a prophetic indication of the future of mankind. When the whole of mankind has attained Initiation and found knowledge, then only the Tree of Life will remain, there will be no more death. But in the meantime only he who is an Initiate may take from this Tree the three grains of seed -the three seeds which symbolise the three higher members of man's being. When Adam died, Seth placed these three grains of seed in his mouth and out of them grew a flaming bush. From the wood cut from this bush, new sprouts, new leaves burst ever and again. But within the flaming ring around the bush there was written: "I am He who was, who is, who is to be" — in other words, that which passes through all incarnations, the power of ever-evolving man who descends out of the light into the darkness and out of the darkness ascends into the light.
The staff with which Moses performed his miracles is cut from the wood of the bush; the door of Solomon's Temple is made of it; the wood is carried to the waters of the pool of Bethesda and from it the pool receives the healing properties of which we are told. And from this same wood the Cross of Christ Jesus is made, the wood of the Cross which is a symbol of life that passes into death and yet has within it the power to bring forth new life. The great symbol of worlds stands before us here: Life the conqueror of Death. The wood of this Cross has grown out of the three grains of seed of the Tree of Paradise.
The Tree of Paradise and the wood of the Cross are connected in a most wonderful way. Even though the Cross is always an Easter symbol, it deepens our conception of the Christmas Mystery too. We feel how in this night of Christ's Nativity, new, upwelling life streams towards us, This thought is indicated in the fresh roses adorning this Tree; they say to us: the Tree of the Holy Night has not yet become the wood of the Cross but the power to become that wood is beginning to arise in it. The Roses, growing out of the green, are a symbol of the Eternal which springs from the Temporal.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Life
"As long as thou best it not,
This Dying and Becoming,
Thou'rt but a dreary guest
Upon the dark earth."
Words spoken by Goethe on his thoughts about life.
This Dying and Becoming,
Thou'rt but a dreary guest
Upon the dark earth."
Words spoken by Goethe on his thoughts about life.
Apostrophe to the sun
Words spoken on behalf of Goethe by Faust in spiritual celebration of
The Festival Of the Sun or Christmas as we know it today.
Life's pulses newly-quickened now awaken,
Softly to greet the ethereal twilight leaping;
Thou Earth through this night too hast stood unshaken,
And at my feet fresh breathest from thy sleeping.
Thou girdest me about with gladness, priming
My soul to stern resolve and strenuous keeping,
Onward to strive, to highest life still climbing. —
Unfolded lies the world in twilight-shimmer;
With thousand throated song the woods are chiming;
The dales, where through the mist-wreaths wind, lie dimmer,
Yet heavenly radiance plumbs the deeps unnumbered,
And bough and twig, new-quickened, bud and glimmer
Forth from the fragrant depths where sunk they slumbered,
Whilst hue on hue against the gloom still heightens,
Where bloom and blade with quivering pearls are cumbered.
A very Paradise about me lightens!
Look up! — The giant peaks that rise supernal
Herald the solemn hour; for them first brightens
The early radiance of the light eternal,
Upon us valley-dwellers later showered.
Now are the green-sunk, Alpine meadows vernal
With radiance new and new distinctness dowered,
And stepwise downward hath the splendour thriven.
He sallies forth, and I mine overpowered
And aching eyes to turn away am driven.
Thus when a yearning hope, from fear and wonder
Up to the highest wish in trust hath striven,
The portals of fulfilment yawn asunder.
Then bursts from yonder depths whose days ne'er dwindle
Excess of flame — we stand as smit with thunder.
The torch of life it was we sought to kindle,
A sea of fire-and what a fire! — hath penned us.
Is't Love? Is't Hate? that yonder glowing spindle
In bliss and bale alternating tremendous
About us twines, till we the dazed beholders
To veil our gaze in Earth's fresh mantle wend us.
Nay then, the sun shall bide behind my shoulders!
The cataract, that through the gorge doth thunder,
I'll watch with growing rapture, 'mid the boulders
From plunge to plunge down-rolling, rent asunder
In thousand thousand streams, aloft that shower
Foam upon hissing foam, the depths from under.
Yet blossoms from this storm a radiant flower;
The painted rainbow bends its changeful being,
Now lost in air, now limned with clearest power,
Shedding this fragrant coolness round us fleeing.
Its rays an image of man's efforts render;
Think, and more clearly wilt thou grasp it, seeing
Life in the many-hued, reflected splendour.
The Festival Of the Sun or Christmas as we know it today.
Life's pulses newly-quickened now awaken,
Softly to greet the ethereal twilight leaping;
Thou Earth through this night too hast stood unshaken,
And at my feet fresh breathest from thy sleeping.
Thou girdest me about with gladness, priming
My soul to stern resolve and strenuous keeping,
Onward to strive, to highest life still climbing. —
Unfolded lies the world in twilight-shimmer;
With thousand throated song the woods are chiming;
The dales, where through the mist-wreaths wind, lie dimmer,
Yet heavenly radiance plumbs the deeps unnumbered,
And bough and twig, new-quickened, bud and glimmer
Forth from the fragrant depths where sunk they slumbered,
Whilst hue on hue against the gloom still heightens,
Where bloom and blade with quivering pearls are cumbered.
A very Paradise about me lightens!
Look up! — The giant peaks that rise supernal
Herald the solemn hour; for them first brightens
The early radiance of the light eternal,
Upon us valley-dwellers later showered.
Now are the green-sunk, Alpine meadows vernal
With radiance new and new distinctness dowered,
And stepwise downward hath the splendour thriven.
He sallies forth, and I mine overpowered
And aching eyes to turn away am driven.
Thus when a yearning hope, from fear and wonder
Up to the highest wish in trust hath striven,
The portals of fulfilment yawn asunder.
Then bursts from yonder depths whose days ne'er dwindle
Excess of flame — we stand as smit with thunder.
The torch of life it was we sought to kindle,
A sea of fire-and what a fire! — hath penned us.
Is't Love? Is't Hate? that yonder glowing spindle
In bliss and bale alternating tremendous
About us twines, till we the dazed beholders
To veil our gaze in Earth's fresh mantle wend us.
Nay then, the sun shall bide behind my shoulders!
The cataract, that through the gorge doth thunder,
I'll watch with growing rapture, 'mid the boulders
From plunge to plunge down-rolling, rent asunder
In thousand thousand streams, aloft that shower
Foam upon hissing foam, the depths from under.
Yet blossoms from this storm a radiant flower;
The painted rainbow bends its changeful being,
Now lost in air, now limned with clearest power,
Shedding this fragrant coolness round us fleeing.
Its rays an image of man's efforts render;
Think, and more clearly wilt thou grasp it, seeing
Life in the many-hued, reflected splendour.
Die Sonne schaue
Um mitternächtige Stunde.
Mit Steinen baue
Im lebenlose Grunde.
So finde im Niedergang
Und in des Todes Nacht
Der Schöpfung neuen Anfang,
Des Morgens junge Macht.
Die Höhen lass offenbaren
Der Götter ewiges Wort,
Die Tiefen sollen bewahren
Den friedensvollen Hort.
Im Dunkel lebend
Erschaffe eine Sonne.
Im Stoffe webend
Erkenne Geisteswonne.
Translation...
Behold the Sun
At the midnight hour;
Build with stones in the lifeless ground,
Thus in decay and in the night of Death
Find the Creation's new beginning,
Young morning's strength;
Glory in the heights the eternal Word of Gods;
Shelter in the depths the Powers of Peace.
In darkness dwelling, create a Sun.
In matter weaving, know the joy of Spirit!
Um mitternächtige Stunde.
Mit Steinen baue
Im lebenlose Grunde.
So finde im Niedergang
Und in des Todes Nacht
Der Schöpfung neuen Anfang,
Des Morgens junge Macht.
Die Höhen lass offenbaren
Der Götter ewiges Wort,
Die Tiefen sollen bewahren
Den friedensvollen Hort.
Im Dunkel lebend
Erschaffe eine Sonne.
Im Stoffe webend
Erkenne Geisteswonne.
Translation...
Behold the Sun
At the midnight hour;
Build with stones in the lifeless ground,
Thus in decay and in the night of Death
Find the Creation's new beginning,
Young morning's strength;
Glory in the heights the eternal Word of Gods;
Shelter in the depths the Powers of Peace.
In darkness dwelling, create a Sun.
In matter weaving, know the joy of Spirit!
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Don't you care
Hey whatcha doin
Don't you care
Stop what you're doin
Stop right there
Can't you see
What you're doin
Isn't right
Don't you care
That the whole world's looking
over your shoulder
Is so right in your heart
That you don't know or care anymore
Well sooner or later it'll even
the score
Believe or not
I've seen it and heard it before
Like a voice and a scene from the past
Can't you see
What you're doin
Isn't right
Don't you care
That the whole world's looking
over your shoulder
Believe or not
I've seen it and heard it before
Like a voice and a scene from the past
Don't you care
That the whole world's looking
over your shoulder
Don't you care
That the whole world's looking
over your shoulder
Hey whatcha doin
Don't you care
Stop what you're doin
Stop right there
Can't you see
What you're doin
Isn't right
Don't you care
That the whole world's looking
over your shoulder
Don't you care
Stop what you're doin
Stop right there
Can't you see
What you're doin
Isn't right
Don't you care
That the whole world's looking
over your shoulder
Is so right in your heart
That you don't know or care anymore
Well sooner or later it'll even
the score
Believe or not
I've seen it and heard it before
Like a voice and a scene from the past
Can't you see
What you're doin
Isn't right
Don't you care
That the whole world's looking
over your shoulder
Believe or not
I've seen it and heard it before
Like a voice and a scene from the past
Don't you care
That the whole world's looking
over your shoulder
Don't you care
That the whole world's looking
over your shoulder
Hey whatcha doin
Don't you care
Stop what you're doin
Stop right there
Can't you see
What you're doin
Isn't right
Don't you care
That the whole world's looking
over your shoulder
Self Confidence
I am weary
The weariest of weary
Your kiss is warm
and sweet
My tears go dry
I can be happy
If I try
I throw my inhibitions
at you
I can be sad
Sometimes without
a reason and I don't know why
I am glad I have you
at least
I am weary
I feel weak
I am the weariest of weary
The weakest of weak
There is so much about me
that's good
I just can't tell you what they are
Even if I could
I don't know how take a compliment
Never could
I believe in doing good
In fact the best
At everything that I do
Forgetting about all the rest
I can be so many things
Some I've been for far too long
And there's the things that I have been
I wish would have stayed
longer than the song
I am weary
I feel lost
Living, loving
At such a cost
It takes it's toll
God I'm weary
I feel so old
My body aches
and my feet are cold
I sit and think sometimes
until I cry
I sit and think sometimes
and I don't know why
Your kiss is warm
and sweet
and once again
my tears go dry
The weariest of weary
Your kiss is warm
and sweet
My tears go dry
I can be happy
If I try
I throw my inhibitions
at you
I can be sad
Sometimes without
a reason and I don't know why
I am glad I have you
at least
I am weary
I feel weak
I am the weariest of weary
The weakest of weak
There is so much about me
that's good
I just can't tell you what they are
Even if I could
I don't know how take a compliment
Never could
I believe in doing good
In fact the best
At everything that I do
Forgetting about all the rest
I can be so many things
Some I've been for far too long
And there's the things that I have been
I wish would have stayed
longer than the song
I am weary
I feel lost
Living, loving
At such a cost
It takes it's toll
God I'm weary
I feel so old
My body aches
and my feet are cold
I sit and think sometimes
until I cry
I sit and think sometimes
and I don't know why
Your kiss is warm
and sweet
and once again
my tears go dry
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Ice cold words
I hear and I see
But it`s all so confusing to me
The long whip of her eye lashes
Cools me down as
The car crashes
Long since that day
There`s been so much to say
And all the while
Time carries on
Like the words of a song
Never to be heard
Or sung
Ice cold words
Coming out of her mouth
I never thought
I never really had a doubt about
Anything she ever said
Until last night
As we lay together in bed
She told me she loved me
So many times
But little did I know
In fact I must`ve been blind
No feelings
Cold bodies in the night
Hers against mine
The mistake was I believed in her
When she treated me kind
It`s too late now
To believe her
I see I was wrong
Ice cold words
But it`s all so confusing to me
The long whip of her eye lashes
Cools me down as
The car crashes
Long since that day
There`s been so much to say
And all the while
Time carries on
Like the words of a song
Never to be heard
Or sung
Ice cold words
Coming out of her mouth
I never thought
I never really had a doubt about
Anything she ever said
Until last night
As we lay together in bed
She told me she loved me
So many times
But little did I know
In fact I must`ve been blind
No feelings
Cold bodies in the night
Hers against mine
The mistake was I believed in her
When she treated me kind
It`s too late now
To believe her
I see I was wrong
Ice cold words
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Wisdom
I thought I was so wise
In the ways of the world
and mankind
I watched it all unfold
From the confines of my
cynical room
I watched all the sadness
the darkness and gloom
Then pulling the blinds low
When I've had enough
It's time to go
Counting inside
The days gone by
Wishing I could go back
and make a change
To the things that I've done
To the things that I've said
I wish it time and again
That I could get off
this runaway train
It moves too fast
When life takes hold
No matter how young
No matter how old
All those days gone by
Wishing I could go back
and make a change
Or is it too late
Could it be
The end for me
Could it be
The end of history
For me
I thought I was so wise
In the ways of the world
and mankind
I watched it all unfold
From the confines of my
cynical room
What is the reason
Or the excuse
I've tried to explain
But it's no use
I thought I was so wise
In the ways of the world
and mankind
But you saw through me
You saw right through me
You know me better
Than I know me
The answer is in plain view
It's easy to see
But me
I'm wise in the ways of the world
and mankind
I've seen it all before
And left it all behind
It's not my problem
It's a little bit less
and a little bit more
But either way
I've seen it all before
In the ways of the world
and mankind
I watched it all unfold
From the confines of my
cynical room
I watched all the sadness
the darkness and gloom
Then pulling the blinds low
When I've had enough
It's time to go
Counting inside
The days gone by
Wishing I could go back
and make a change
To the things that I've done
To the things that I've said
I wish it time and again
That I could get off
this runaway train
It moves too fast
When life takes hold
No matter how young
No matter how old
All those days gone by
Wishing I could go back
and make a change
Or is it too late
Could it be
The end for me
Could it be
The end of history
For me
I thought I was so wise
In the ways of the world
and mankind
I watched it all unfold
From the confines of my
cynical room
What is the reason
Or the excuse
I've tried to explain
But it's no use
I thought I was so wise
In the ways of the world
and mankind
But you saw through me
You saw right through me
You know me better
Than I know me
The answer is in plain view
It's easy to see
But me
I'm wise in the ways of the world
and mankind
I've seen it all before
And left it all behind
It's not my problem
It's a little bit less
and a little bit more
But either way
I've seen it all before
Monday, January 4, 2010
Give a little love
Watching the tube
I see too many guns
Too much hate
Too many guns
Not enough love
Where did the love go
Surfing the web
I see too many crimes
Too many crimes and criminals
Everywhere you look
They're there
They're in your face
They're everywhere
So just keep doing what you're doing
Keep on doing right
You must be right
Because there's a gap between
What you do and see
It's up to you
And it's up to me
To pave the way
To take the lead
To be the first
To love
There's too much hate
But it's not too late
Take a little love
Watch that love grow
Shake somebody's hand
Let your fear go
Help someone who's troubled
Go the extra mile
Give a little love
Watch it grow a smile
There's too much hate
But it's not too late
Take a little love
Watch that love grow
Shake somebody's hand
Let your fear go
Help someone who's troubled
Go the extra mile
Give a little love
Watch it grow a smile
Give a little love
yeah
Give a little love now
Give a little love
All it takes is a little love
So give a little love now
Give a little love
Give a little love now
Give a little love
I see too many guns
Too much hate
Too many guns
Not enough love
Where did the love go
Surfing the web
I see too many crimes
Too many crimes and criminals
Everywhere you look
They're there
They're in your face
They're everywhere
So just keep doing what you're doing
Keep on doing right
You must be right
Because there's a gap between
What you do and see
It's up to you
And it's up to me
To pave the way
To take the lead
To be the first
To love
There's too much hate
But it's not too late
Take a little love
Watch that love grow
Shake somebody's hand
Let your fear go
Help someone who's troubled
Go the extra mile
Give a little love
Watch it grow a smile
There's too much hate
But it's not too late
Take a little love
Watch that love grow
Shake somebody's hand
Let your fear go
Help someone who's troubled
Go the extra mile
Give a little love
Watch it grow a smile
Give a little love
yeah
Give a little love now
Give a little love
All it takes is a little love
So give a little love now
Give a little love
Give a little love now
Give a little love
Sunday, January 3, 2010
So plain
I don't know why my life is so plain
It's always just been this way
It's okay
It's all I can do
to just think of what to do
And then think some more
about what to do
With you
I don't know but I suppose it's in my brain
The fact that my life is so plain
I feel insane
I feel so sane
At times I even bore myself
There I've done it again
You may come and sit with me
Cross legged we can sit
You may come and pray with me
Then if you like you can stay with me
You're welcome anytime
But you may find that
I am not what you thought
But then who ever is
The feeling that you thought you had
Is something good or something bad
I don't know why my life is so plain
It's always just been this way
It's okay
It's all I can do
to just think of what to do
And then think some more
about what to do
with you
I don't know but I suppose
it's in my brain
The fact that my life
is so plain
I feel insane
I feel so sane
Sometimes I think I'm right
when I wrong
Sometimes I sing
when there's no song
But one thing's for sure
For this there's no cure
Because there's no cure
There's no cure for plain Jane
And there's is no cure for me or my life
So plain
I don't know why my life is so plain
It's always just been this way
It's okay
It's all I can do
to just think of what to do
And then think some more
about what to do
with you
I don't know but I suppose
it's in my brain
The fact that my life is
so plain
I feel insane
I feel so sane
I don't know why my life is so plain
It's always just been this way
It's okay
It's all I can do
to just think of what to do
And then think some more
about what to do
with you
I don't know but I suppose it's in my brain
The fact that my life is so plain
I feel insane
I feel so sane
There's no cure for me
There's nothing but more of the same
It's more of the plain
So plain
life for me
It's always just been this way
It's okay
It's all I can do
to just think of what to do
And then think some more
about what to do
With you
I don't know but I suppose it's in my brain
The fact that my life is so plain
I feel insane
I feel so sane
At times I even bore myself
There I've done it again
You may come and sit with me
Cross legged we can sit
You may come and pray with me
Then if you like you can stay with me
You're welcome anytime
But you may find that
I am not what you thought
But then who ever is
The feeling that you thought you had
Is something good or something bad
I don't know why my life is so plain
It's always just been this way
It's okay
It's all I can do
to just think of what to do
And then think some more
about what to do
with you
I don't know but I suppose
it's in my brain
The fact that my life
is so plain
I feel insane
I feel so sane
Sometimes I think I'm right
when I wrong
Sometimes I sing
when there's no song
But one thing's for sure
For this there's no cure
Because there's no cure
There's no cure for plain Jane
And there's is no cure for me or my life
So plain
I don't know why my life is so plain
It's always just been this way
It's okay
It's all I can do
to just think of what to do
And then think some more
about what to do
with you
I don't know but I suppose
it's in my brain
The fact that my life is
so plain
I feel insane
I feel so sane
I don't know why my life is so plain
It's always just been this way
It's okay
It's all I can do
to just think of what to do
And then think some more
about what to do
with you
I don't know but I suppose it's in my brain
The fact that my life is so plain
I feel insane
I feel so sane
There's no cure for me
There's nothing but more of the same
It's more of the plain
So plain
life for me
Rose tinted glasses
If I have to wear those rose tinted glasses
Then I'm not sure that I can do this
For if life were always bright and full of sunshine
I would not need them nor would I even ever care
Without the drab or boring days
The days when the sun doesn't shine
We'd have nothing to compare
to
Or ever look forward
to
We'd never know when we are fine
Not long ago I saw the light of day
That same day you went away
Like the wind on a sunny day
You went away
So please take these shades away from me
I don't want to see
The things that are not real to me
Let me see the things I need to see
Let me see them exactly as they are
So if I have to wear those rose tinted glasses
I'm not sure that I can do this
Perhaps someday in the pouring rain
Or if you should pass my way again
I'll find the time to realize
For if life were always bright and full of sunshine
I would not need them nor would I even ever care
Without the drab or boring days
The days when the sun doesn't shine
We'd have nothing to compare
to
Or ever look forward
to
We'd never know when we are fine
Then I'm not sure that I can do this
For if life were always bright and full of sunshine
I would not need them nor would I even ever care
Without the drab or boring days
The days when the sun doesn't shine
We'd have nothing to compare
to
Or ever look forward
to
We'd never know when we are fine
Not long ago I saw the light of day
That same day you went away
Like the wind on a sunny day
You went away
So please take these shades away from me
I don't want to see
The things that are not real to me
Let me see the things I need to see
Let me see them exactly as they are
So if I have to wear those rose tinted glasses
I'm not sure that I can do this
Perhaps someday in the pouring rain
Or if you should pass my way again
I'll find the time to realize
For if life were always bright and full of sunshine
I would not need them nor would I even ever care
Without the drab or boring days
The days when the sun doesn't shine
We'd have nothing to compare
to
Or ever look forward
to
We'd never know when we are fine
I've been blog lazy...
To tell you the truth I have been blog lazy but life busy and that's a good thing. I spent as much time as I could with Colette. We are so good together when we get along instead of fighting like cat and dog. It has been a nice beginning to the new year. I hope that everyone had a wonderful and safe time at whatever they were doing to bring in the new year.
So it's already January 3, 2010. May all your wishes come true and may you have the strength to fulfill all your New Years resolutions.
I more than anything wish good health and recovery for myself and anyone else who suffered injuries or disease. So if you're reading this and would like to share what you have gone through I would love hear from you and we can perhaps strengthen each other in the process. I have found that disclosure/sharing your condition with someone like a friend or relative can be therapeutic and cleansing at the same time.
I know talking about things to be a definite positive thing to do from my own experiences. I'm not a doctor merely someone who can say been there and done that, experienced that, went through that, I'm someone who is both sympathetic and apathetic without being an enabler. I believe in positive support and reinforcement which may mean that I don't necessarily support what you're doing but rather a different spin or more positive way of doing the same thing. I'm far from perfect and therefore cannot be your judge or jury but I do make a good sounding board to bounce things off of due to my open-mindedness. I hope to start the new year off and spend some of it helping people or simply listening because that's how we learn. I plan on making this the year in which I make my biggest and most influential changes. I hope to make my commitments a lifetime thing, a change in life style if you will. It's not all about you ya knuckledragger! I plan on practising what I preach, I plan on being patient, pleasant, nice, amiable a quiet and good listener, helpful, less critical. Sounds both hard and easy, kinda like life, but I plan to do it one day at a time.
Maybe you don't have or feel like talking about anything personal or medical well hey, that's cool too. But what about a resolution you care to share or a change that you plan on making in the new year, I'd love to hear about it.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
GOD BLESS
GOOD HEALTH
To tell you the truth I have been blog lazy but life busy and that's a good thing. I spent as much time as I could with Colette. We are so good together when we get along instead of fighting like cat and dog. It has been a nice beginning to the new year. I hope that everyone had a wonderful and safe time at whatever they were doing to bring in the new year.
So it's already January 3, 2010. May all your wishes come true and may you have the strength to fulfill all your New Years resolutions.
I more than anything wish good health and recovery for myself and anyone else who suffered injuries or disease. So if you're reading this and would like to share what you have gone through I would love hear from you and we can perhaps strengthen each other in the process. I have found that disclosure/sharing your condition with someone like a friend or relative can be therapeutic and cleansing at the same time.
I know talking about things to be a definite positive thing to do from my own experiences. I'm not a doctor merely someone who can say been there and done that, experienced that, went through that, I'm someone who is both sympathetic and apathetic without being an enabler. I believe in positive support and reinforcement which may mean that I don't necessarily support what you're doing but rather a different spin or more positive way of doing the same thing. I'm far from perfect and therefore cannot be your judge or jury but I do make a good sounding board to bounce things off of due to my open-mindedness. I hope to start the new year off and spend some of it helping people or simply listening because that's how we learn. I plan on making this the year in which I make my biggest and most influential changes. I hope to make my commitments a lifetime thing, a change in life style if you will. It's not all about you ya knuckledragger! I plan on practising what I preach, I plan on being patient, pleasant, nice, amiable a quiet and good listener, helpful, less critical. Sounds both hard and easy, kinda like life, but I plan to do it one day at a time.
Maybe you don't have or feel like talking about anything personal or medical well hey, that's cool too. But what about a resolution you care to share or a change that you plan on making in the new year, I'd love to hear about it.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
GOD BLESS
GOOD HEALTH
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