I was talking to someone this morning – we had to remind ourselves that it was not Monday.
It’s a bit like that after every long weekend.
I have finished the last of my Easter eggs, and tried out some bunny bao buns (filled with veges in hoisin sauce).
Hungry bunnies! 😀
And so, the week spins back into normality, and there is work to be done.
But not without stopping to see the unexpected rainbows on the wall!
(Here is the culprit…)
❤
And the song that comes to mind…
Last night we had some lovely rain, and it seems to have cleared out the sky a bit today! It was so blue – that deep, bright, joyous blue.
Everything is bursting out in the gardens here, from the frangipanis near the pool
to the zinnias outside my door!
Look at how delicate the petals are before they spread out 🙂
I thought there’d been a mistake at the shop when the petals first started appearing – they look like they’ll be creamy yellow before they finally open out into a bright pink.
Even my lavender has a tiny little bud (sorry it’s out of focus…)
Blue is a cheerful colour, but it also means feeling “down”, just not quite right in your skin. There are many songs along these lines, and of course there’s the Blues!
Here’s a couple of songs I think of when I think “blue”.
Today I am a happy blue. There’ll be days I’m a small blue thing, sitting in a corner being silent (and curious!).
The world will still keep growing…
Fifty years ago this (longish) weekend, on Max Yasgur’s dairy farm in Bethel, New York, “half a million” hippies and dreamers descended on a music festival that became a symbol of a generation. Woodstock was billed as “3 days of peace and music”, and became 3 (nearly 4) days of amazing performances, bohemian behaviour, and lots of mud… There were worries about the potential for disaster, with so many people in so close proximity, but it seems to have been a peaceful gathering on the whole.
Yasgur was a conservative Republican who supported the Vietnam war, but he also supported freedom of expression, and hoped the festival would help to bridge the generation gap. He appears to have been satisfied with the outcome, and saw it as a victory of peace and love.
After all these years, it’s easy to see the summer of 1969 as a sun-drenched time of peace and love, and forget anything else that was happening. Was it a time of innocence and hope? I don’t know – I was six months old, and not much given to philosophical reflection…
I suspect that the reality is much deeper, and more complicated. People are contradictory; history becomes as we would like it to be. Whatever the truth was, we could do with a bit of wide-eyed hope, peace and love about now.
It’s certainly worth giving the performances another listen – go through the line-up and set lists for inspiration. Here’s some clips. I decided to keep them to footage taken at Woodstock, which seems to limit what I can post. Nevertheless – enjoy!
Freedom, from the first set.
Joe Cocker, feeling the music.
A song for their generation.
Tripping…
…and a white rabbit, obviously high.
Janis, trying just a little bit harder.
Joan, looking forward.
An evening raga.
Jimi, closing the festival with his own take on patriotism.
And someone who didn’t make it to the gig, but wished she had…
a bit of creativity, a bit of eco consciousness, a bit of inspiration.... hopefully not a lot of pompousness and blathering :D
i'm not entirely sure what's going on here... let's travel along and see...
1000 Fields of Roses 