Music
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The Way It Will Be
A little musical peaceness from Gillian Welch and Dave Rawlings…. ~ S.K. Orr
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Friday of the Fourth Week of Lent
I get kidded about some of the music I enjoy, and even in the Lenten season, I do indulge myself. So today, I thought I’d share a bit of my indulgence. A mellow tune to start your weekend. Blessings to my little group of readers on this lovely day. ~ S.K. Orr
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The Most Catholic Thing
Tomorrow I will embark on the most Catholic thing I’ve done to date: I will begin the 33-day preparation for a consecration to Mary on the Feast of St. Loius de Montfort. I’m looking forward to the focus and the discipline of this preparation. So many of the events swirling in the air today have reminded me of exactly why I began to be drawn to traditional Roman Catholicism some years ago, setting in motion a series of broken friendships and relationships that still grieve and perplex me to this day. *** I saw my bicyclist friend on the side of the road yesterday morning, in the rainy dark. I…
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Aches And Pains
Sometimes I feel ancient. When I do, I look over at the little Texas girl I married, and I remember, and it all softens down into gratitude and the fullness of life that only comes with quiet ruminations, heads close together, shared sighs, shared tears, shared worries, conversations without human speech. We’re together. And for me, together is enough, because even death will see us holding on with the grip of love. Of love. ~ S.K. Orr
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Angel’s Sunday On A Friday
As I’m still feeling low, waiting for the antibiotics to kick in, and not much inclined to dabble in creative work, I thought I’d take the easy way out. And yes, I strongly resisted taking antibiotics, but things are still going downhill for this mortal frame. The easy way for me means linking to a piece of music. This is one of my favorites by the great Jim Ed Brown. A personal aside…my family actually knew Jim Ed. I can’t recall just how they knew him, but my sister reminded me of this some years ago, and as soon as she mentioned it, I recalled with great clarity sitting in…
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Goodbye, Neil
With age comes loss, and it’s interesting to observe one’s own reactions to loss. Even loss involving people not personally known can surprise a man with its punch and bruise. When I heard the other day of the death of Neil Peart, the drummer for the Canadian rock group Rush, I was struck dumb with grief. Very curious. I never knew the man except through his lyrics and masterful musicianship, but I felt as if a friend had been taken away. I first saw Rush live in 1977 and became an instant fan. During my Marine Corps years, the band was massively popular among fellow leathernecks, but hadn’t achieved the…
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Sweet Lorraine
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To Usher In The Weekend
A little beauty for those of us whose thoughts turn more and more to our childhoods…. ~ S.K. Orr
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One From The Possum
I woke up this morning with this song in my head, and thought I would share it here. ~ S.K. Orr
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For My Mother’s People
Sung in the haunting voice of the mountain people.